She was supposed to only be an experiment. That was what she thought when they roughly shoved her into the dog crate. Ever since she could remember she was always locked away in her dimly lit cell. Whenever it was feeding time her piece of meat was roughly shoved at her through the bars of her cell door. She had known of no other way of life until that day. That day she met another like herself.

"Is Taz secure?" A male voice sounded.

"Yes, Dr. Ashua." The lab personnel responded.

"Good, we all know what type of devil she can be if she escapes." Dr. Ashua replied as he stared at the dog crate. Ever since Taz could remember feeling feelings she had always felt anger at everyone else who were free. She hated their power over her; hated the way that they walked freely of any cage or restraint. It was for those reasons that she hated everyone else. However on this particular day Taz held less hate and more curiosity. Sure she snarled and snapped at the catch poles and cattle prods they used on her but she went into the dog crate of her own free will. Catching snippets of the hushed conversations around her Taz found out that she was being moved to a place called Japan to meet someone of importance. Taz fell asleep on the flight to Japan but woke up after landing. Hearing men yelling in a language that she didn't understand Taz sat up as best she could in the dog crate as she waited.

"Is the cargo even alive? Did it die?" One of the Japanese workers shouted at his colleague in his native tongue.

"I don't know why don't you stick your finger in there and find out?" the other man shouted at his associate in the same language.

"Hey you two back away from the crate!" Dr. Ashua shouted at the two men who quickly backed off. Smelling the doctor's familiar scent of cleaning alcohol and sweat Taz softened her snarls but never ended them. Being in the presence of someone she knew and hated was better than someone she didn't know and hated.

"This is the big day so behave yourself." Dr. Ashua slammed his fist on top the dog crate earning him a loud snarl of anger.