Calico walked down the damp, dark corridor, the cold air brushed against his skin. He stopped at a wooden door. Pulling out an ancient key he unlocked the room.
Stepping inside he glanced upon his two years of Hard Work: Specimen 7.
Bolt's DNA mixed with his dark believes. His greatest creation. A super-dog under his command. It was glorious. He looked at the containment pod holding the dog. 7 was hooked up to the pod via several tubes. He was the complete opposite of bolt. Black fur, white lightning bolt, blue eyes. They were opposites.
Weeks of mental probing cause the mere mention of bolt made 7's blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to tear Bolt apart.