Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers!
Welcome to "Mission Chapter 1"! As was stated in the previous story (READ THAT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY), the no-name pup has been accepted into the team after it was discovered that he was once a member of a police force as an interrogator, but was fired. Also, he has a new nickname! And now, we are ready to begin the next story! Read and review! If you want to.
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"Ah, yes, the mission. Well, we know what it is, so I'll just dish out the assignments," stated Ryder.
He scrolled to Chase's icon and said, "Chase: I need you to look for clues and track down any suspects." [Well, it's not so much 'scrolling' as it is 'swiping'. But we'll let it be for the sake of this comment.]
"Chase is on the case!" Chase shouted out his catchphrase. [Of course he is.]
Ryder then scrolled to a new icon, and a big white magnifying glass was displayed on the giant screen.
"I'll also need The Expert; your skills in interrogation will be of use to us when we bring in the suspects," he said.
"I'm an expert at these things," The Expert declared. [Of course he is.]
"That's a good catchphrase," commented Rocky. [Of course it is.]
"Well, I am an expert," the albino jested flatly. [Of course he - actually, that's pretty funny.]
Laughter broke out.
"All right! PAW Patrol is on a roll!" Ryder called out before he ran off toward the pole. Everyone cheered as he slid down. [Of course they did.]
Chase then dashed toward the slide and commenced his descent toward his police pup house.
The Expert didn't run toward the slide – he didn't run at all [Of course not. ... I need to stop saying 'Of course' now.] – for he knew that, as a result of the spur-of-the-moment addition, there was no vehicle waiting for him at the end of the slide. [See? That's smartness. Smartness I don't have, because I'm stupid.] So he walked to the elevator and rode back down to the ground floor. The elevator stopped midway, and when it resumed, the pup on it was wearing a never-before-seen white uniform. [I am now actually wondering how nobody saw that the hundreds of times they rode the elevator. And also how Ryder knew to make a tag and a uni, but not the vehicle. Hmm.]
Upon reaching the floor below, the Bernese mountain dog continued his saunter and went out of the Lookout to join his new colleagues.
"Hey, Chase?" he asked.
"Yeah?" Chase answered, slightly confused.
"I don't have a vehicle," said the stoic bluntly. [That's a fairly accurate description of his speech and character.]
"Oh – right. Hop in."
With that, The Expert climbed into the cruiser and Chase drove off, following Ryder who had just left the underground garage on his ATV.
Arriving onto the site, the PAW Patrol saw the crime scene in shambles. [And that is how you avoid dangling participles. If you don't know, a dangling participle is a gerund or past participle that is intended to modify a noun that is either not present or not in the right place. Like if I had said, "Arriving onto the site, the crime scene was in shambles". The ambiguity in the statement could mean that the one doing the arriving is the crime scene, rather than the PAW Patrol, which isn't correct. ... I sincerely hope that you understood all of that. If not, you're not the one who's stupid. It's me. Obviously.] They approached Mr. Porter to question him about the incident.
"A man in a dark-coloured suit and mask attacked me and forced a bag over my head. Then –"
"He gagged you, tied you up and shoved you into the corner, and made off with the contents of the cash register." [Now, I won't comment half-negatively on it this time, because he is doing his job. And doing it well.]
After a bit of silence: "How –" Mr. Porter was stopped again.
"I'm an expert. And I don't have a name; though my friends may call me 'The Expert'. Don't ask why because I already told you." [More of him doing his job.]
"I'll probably never get used to that," Chase muttered to Ryder, who nodded in agreement. [I'm sure many readers share that opinion, Chase. And Ryder. ... Sorry.]
"Now; let's begin," Chase continued, more loudly this time. He began to look around the mess for a few clues to help them.
After searching for a few minutes, he found broken glass and footprints outside of the restaurant.
"Ryder, I found some broken glass outside. I believe that this might be a clue,…" Chase began.
"…as the shards could have DNA on them," The Expert finished. [Plothill. Also, this is different from him doing his job. He cuts someone off either on the first word, or he doesn't let them speak at all. This time, he lets Chase say a full main clause. But I really shouldn't be telling you this. It's as evident as I am stupid.] "Although we can't process the scene, we could get the police I used to know to help us with that."
"Didn't you hate them?" Ryder asked.
"No; I said I didn't like the place. [Exact Words Loophole. I actually love those, so don't be surprised to see more.] Their staff is excellent, apart from the brash young members," The Expert corrected. "They could be our only hope."
So the trio headed off to request the department's help.
When they arrived, they were greeted in the strangest way.
"Is that our favourite pup? It is! Oh my gosh! You came back!" shouted an old British man who came running to greet them. [That sounds so melodramatic.]
"And a good evening to you, Nico," the albino pup uttered uninterestedly. [Love the way this pup speaks. It's simply awesome.]
Nico was a light-skinned, white-haired, slightly senile man. He was very tall and had dark brown eyes which were almost as piercing as his former co-worker. He had worked as the chief of police for three and a half decades, until he renounced his position. However, he still worked for the police as a detective because he was deemed 'irreplaceable' by the current police chief. [I couldn't disagree. ... More.]
"Still stoic as ever?" Nico asked.
"What do you think?" was the snarky answer. [My thoughts exactly.]
"Why –"
"We need your help." [More job-doing.]
"With what? Has there been a crime?" inquired Nico, now intrigued. [So. You can become used to it. Hmm.]
"If not, we wouldn't be here," said Chase and The Expert, now in tandem and at the same time.
"And is that Chase of the PAW Patrol from Adventure Bay?"
"Can you help us?" asked The Expert almost hurriedly. [That's right, The Expert. Shut him up before he does a fangirly scream.]
"Ah, yes. I can get sidetracked easily. What has gone wrong?" Nico got back on track.
"There has been an act of larceny at Mr. Porter's restaurant in Adventure Bay, and the crime scene is in need of processing."
"Of course. We will send our best team to assist you." [Nico is actually fairly generous.]
"Thank you," said Ryder, who had not spoken until then.
A few minutes later and the team had arrived to go to the crime scene.
"All right, let's leave. We will show you the way," declared the albino pup. [And away we go!]
And that's it for the first part of this mission!
Of course, it's slightly short because I was running short on time and I had to end it in the right place. And I could not fathom a way to stop the story after the point at which I did stop it. Anyway, time and stoppages aside, I really hope you enjoyed. If you did, please review!
Bye! Have a nice day! See you in the next chapter! Don't forget to review! Send a PM! Maybe some ideas, alright?