Chapter 1
Blery is 19 in this.
Mason walked up to the oak doors, Claud his partner,and the sleazy hybrid dealer next to him. He said his name was Adam. Mason worked as a agent at the SHT (Stop, Hybrid, Trading) (A/N: It’s dumb I know.) part of the government. He was going under cover to bust a big time hybrid seller.
“We found a rabbit hybrid we think you’ll like.” The greasy man said. He pushed open the oak. door, it lead to a large marble room. There was cages lining the walls filled with all types of different hybrids, all of them looking depressed and malnourished. Greasy looking dealers chatted, played cards, and poked and yelled at the people in the cages.
“This is it.” Adam said, pointing at the boy sitting on the floor. He looked up at them. He wore a over-sized white shirt and black collar, he had short brown hair, and had big bunny ears.
He looked at him with big eyes. Mason crouched down in front of him, sticking out hand. The boy sniffed it curiously. Mason chuckled at the boy.
“He’s perfect, Claus bring the car around.” Mason said, standing up. The handler smirked evily, grabbing a leash from his back pocket. The boy whimpered as he tried to scramble away.
“Come here you little brat.” Adam sneered, roughly grabbing the scared bunny’s arm. He roughly put on the leash and thrusted him towards Mason. The poor boy stumbled torwards Mason, almost falling, but being caught in Mason’s arms.
“So how much for the bunny?” Mason asked, a taste of bile coating his tough at saying words. The poor hybrid peered up at Mason with glassy eyes, tears about to spill.
“$5,630”Adam anwered.
“All right thanks.” Mason pressed the hidden ear piece in his ear. “We got em boys.” Mason said.
All of a sudden the windows broke and doors flew open. SHT agents burst in tackled the traders while point guns at them. Mason grinned as those bitches got what they deserved.
The secondary agents followed in, going to the cages with med bags and blankets.
Mason was shocked to see the boy in his arms passing out cold.
