Octo sat alone in a room, his tentacles playing around with some marbles that the agents of D.O.G. had given him to keep him preoccupied while he was waiting to be interviewed. In all honesty, the greyhound wasn't bothered about being put under arrest. For sometime now, he believed the canine he had been working for wasn't helping him at all. And who holds a meeting in a dark and creepy alley anyway?! He figured that these guys might be able to help.

All of the sudden, the wall behind him blew up. Covering his head as rubble rained down on him and alarms went off, Octo turned to find his boss standing in a huge hole in the wall. "I gave you one job, don't get caught! Come on, let's go. I have the equipment!" the older canine cried as he cut the ropes fastening Octo to his chair. Putting his knife away, he turned to leave. Not hearing footsteps behind him, he looked back to find Octo in the room yet. "Octo, let's go!" he barked urgently.

Biting his lip, Octo glanced over at the door before looking over at his boss. Shaking his head, he murmured, "No more, I want to be healed, not become the monster I already look like." With those words, he sat back down in the chair and crossed two of his tentacles. Shocked, the older canine protested, "What do you think I'm doing?!"

"Making me steal things. I thought you were a great scientist," Octo replied curtly.

"Do you know how hard it is to fake your own death?!"

"I do not Professor Cogsworth."

"Maybe it's time you did," Cogsworth growled. Without warning, the old English sheepdog leapt forward and stabbed Octo deep in the chest with his knife. Leaning closer to the greyhound, he whispered, "To think I was gonna let you be in my grand army." Leaving his knife in Octo's chest, he rushed off to grab the other thing he needed.