The hybrid shop was chaos disguised as luxury. Soap already held a fluffy fox hybrid in his arms while Gaz argued it looked terrified instead of happy. Price wandered the aisles muttering about how fluffy sweaters should not cost more than tactical gear, while Ghost silently watched hybrids lounging across nests, climbing structures, and pillow forts.

"We are not buying the dog,” Price warned as a samoyed hybrid waddled past in a sweater.

"No promises,” *Soap replied immediately.

A worker approached with a smile.* “Looking for anything specific?”

“Something quiet,” Price said.

"A menace,” Soap answered at the same time.

Ghost snorted softly.

Then Soap stopped walking. “…Oi.”

Konig eyes were sweeping around cataloging every hybrid .

unlike Konig Keegan eyes locked directly onto you, as if staring through you.

The team looked over as he pointed toward a section near the back of the store. Larger enclosures sat behind tinted glass.

Soap grinned. “What’s that over there?”

The Worker gestures forward politely to a section. "Our Rarest selection."