Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers! Trying to get these chapters done to and I'm kinda hurrying so I'll just give you the disclaimer and start.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own rights to this show. I've run out of disclaimer jokes. Dis claim, er, is somewhat true.
"Y-your brother?"
"I didn't know he had a brother," was a whisper that came from Rocky.
"I don't think he knew he had a brother!" was a hushed response to the previous comment. [That was me. Sorry. One of my aliases is Captain Obvious, after all.]
"Of course l didn't! Why do you think I'm so angry at them?" [Oh - he heard me? Oops.]
"Now that you say it, I guess I would be a little peeved at the authorities, especially, for doing that," Chase mused, earning him a 'So now you understand' look from The Criminal.
"But then," Skye jumped in, "that brings us back to The Expert. How is he dragged into this?" [Let's take a moment to think. He said that they lied to both of them. The Criminal didn't know he had a brother. The Expert is somehow involved. This would mean...]
She was about to receive an answer when the PAW Patrol was called up to the Lookout for a mission. The pups looked forlornly at The Criminal, but he waved a paw and dismissed them to their duties.
Upon entering the elevator, everyone expected a typical Marshall wipeout to be on the cards, but it was not to be, for the Dalmatian was so engrossed in their previous dilemma that he was concentrating incredibly hard on everything and ended up safely in the chamber. He noticed, afterward, that all eyes were on him for at the least a bit of comic relief, but he just shook his head and continued his overconcentration. [Hm. That is strange. I'll admit that.] This sent a worrying signal to everyone else who, not knowing what to do with it, simply shrugged and awaited expectantly the usual rise of the elevator. Nothing.
"Forget something?" a familiar blank voice said, and the other pups smiled in disdain at themselves for not remembering the albinistic pup, who was the subject of their earlier discussion. [Arbitrary Amnesia Syndrome.]
Literally as soon as The Expert was safely in the shaft the shaft began to move. As was the custom, the Patrol donned their uniforms and continued upwards for briefing. [Yeah, we'll skip the whole inevitable sequence of events because laziness.]
As it turns out, Marshall and The Expert were chosen for this mission - it must be said that Chase felt a little upset to have been left out - as it wasn't entirely clear as to whether it was a crime or not. Nevertheless this mission involved the disappearance of two young children.
The place at which they were last seen was, strangely, the woods in which The Criminal himself lived. Upon their arrival, they immediately spotted a rather obvious trail leading in several different directions. [Common sense tells you: if it's obvious then it's a trap, and if it's too well hidden then it's also a trap.]
"If this is all it's going to take, following a bunch of trails, you wonder how no one has found them yet." Marshall snorted after his comment.
"That's because this is a crime, not only a simple disappearance," stated The Expert.
"Are you sure?" The Expert had a look of disdainful neutrality on his face. "No, of course you are. You're The Expert." [That's right. It is right not to question The Expert's rightness.]
"And while I am, it does seem as though this is going to take more than just my expertise." He paused, before walking off. "We may need to elicit some backstage assistance."
"This is ridiculous," grumbled The Criminal. "I can't believe, after all we've been through, I'm still seen as just this criminal." [No, that's your history speaking for you. Condolences, though.]
"Well, it is in your name," Marshall commented. He hadn't ceased to look as pensive as he had since he was in the elevator. [Why is everyone suddenly The Expert? And it affects the least likely pups as well.]
"That doesn't change the fact that you only want my help because of that detail." He was still a little sour. "I think you should be grateful to have me as even an acquaintance." [What makes you think that they aren't?]
"And that we are," The Expert reassured him. "Though, I'd have to say: you're not yourself. That lie looks like it's really affecting you."
As he spoke, he caught a slight movement in the foliage of one of the trees. [There is a thing called sleight of eye. It is the use of the eye to see things that you want to see, whilst simultaneously having your eyes face where you want people to believe you are looking. It's really complicated and frankly not entertaining enough to be in this story.]
The Criminal just shrugged, and Marshall put in a remark regarding his confusion as to why they took the path with no trail.
"That's only because all the other tracks loop back to where we started. If you took a close look, some of the trails were backwards."
"As in, they go toward the scene and not away from it," The Criminal clarified. [Stop being Captain Obvious. I am Captain Obvious.]
"Right," confirmed his doppelganger. "So if we had followed any trail, we'd have just gone in a circle and gotten nowhere." [And been very frustrated and angry, more so than you are now.]
"Okay." Marshall sounded like he wasn't paying attention.
They continued along the way for a few more minutes before it was realised that The Expert had vanished. [And nobody saw that. Simply amazing.]
"Wha...? He was just here! He ... was, just here, wasn't he?" The Dalmatian received stares just as blank as his. "Uhh, now what do we do? Should we continue? Look for him?" [Do you want to face unfriendly felons without The Expert? No is what I'd have said.]
"Look for him. Don't take any chances with these things," the white, red-eyed dog suggested, earning agreeing shrugs and nods before they started heading back to try to find him. [Plothill. At last, I get to say that.]
They weren't so much as thirty seconds into their detour when Marshall gasped and pulled aside The Criminal. "I just figured it out!" [Oh, well, finally.]
"What? The crime?" The Criminal asked incredulously.
"No, I wish. I figured out what you meant." [How long did that take? Ten minutes? More, possibly?]
"And what is that?"
Ensuring that no one could hear him, Marshall whispered, "Your brother is The Expert." [... Well, then.]
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