Somewhere, in the darkened room of a long-abandoned structure, a mustard yellow wolf sat with his feet up on a computer desk, watching the monitors his boss was using to spy on the first ECS Unit. Nothing eventful had happened for a good bit, while she and her comrades recovered from *an ordeal in the desert, but the wolf's boss had ordered strict surveillance at all times while he did some adjustments to the latest..."employee."
The wolf's concentration was quickly broken by the sudden loss of control over his entire body. Arms, legs, and all parts in-between went limp, and he went tumbling down to the ground, painfully faceplanting on the metal floor below. The wolf could only move his eyes to see the mechanical feet of his master walking in his general direction. "You should know better than to put your feet where they don't belong, Edge."
"I'll keep that in mind, sir." The wolf said, his words strained by his mouth being stuck so close to the floor. Uncaring of his henchman's current status, the boss simply sat down on his chair and began checking over the data feeds himself. "Hmm. It would seem that they have a guest." The boss muttered to himself, as he began cross-referencing his data base, and raised an eyebrow at some familiar characters in the narrative.
With a snap of his master's metal fingers, Edge's spinal implant restored fully bodily function to the wolf, who began getting up and rubbing his sore areas. "Edge, be a dear and make me some popcorn. This may yet prove interesting." The boss ordered. Edge nodded, and began his trek before the boss interrupted. "And uh, CRAWL to and from the kitchen. You still haven't been sufficiently punished for dirtying up my keyboard." Edge nervously obeyed as the boss got settled in for his night's entertainment.
*The events of Deserted, which you may want to read.