Four Months Later...

"Come on Max, show me what you got!" Duke shouted from where he stood on the catwalks above, always watching. You try climbing up something built for dogs larger than your size... Max thought grumpily as he stretched his leg up to grab the next rung of the ladder that was way too big for him.

Ever since the day of Professor Cogsworth's death, Duke refused to let Dante to get away with it. And Max found himself being dragged into this private war. Everyday, he trained in the hidden gym. The giant mutt would watch to see if the terrier had any abilities caused by the experiment. So far, nothing showed.

Making it to the top of the ladder, Max collapsed. He was soaked to the skin in his own sweat and tears. "Good thing I took my shirt off..." he mumbled, rolling over onto his back. "That jumping rope ain't gonna jump itself, let's get moving!" Duke shouted. Max waved him off. He was done for the day.

Suddenly, something pricked Max in the shoulder. Looking to his left, the small dog saw a tranquilizer dart before he passed out...