"That fucker fucked us! He and Don fucking Percival pieced it together!" Lester yelled.

"We're not gonna make it! We're gonna die!" Ryder panicked.

He forgot about the other's experience in large shootouts. However, this was gonna be his his first.

"Don't worry kid! Just stay behind us!" Michael calmed.

"We have to make sure Ryder makes it out alive! He's what we're protecting right now!" Dave called out.

"How about we all make it the fuck out of here!" Franklin suggested.

"I'm with Frank!" Trevor claimed, "Agent 14 bailed, he ain't gonna help for shit!"

Ryder just stayed behind cover not wanting to poke his head out. Michael gave him three 60 round magazines on top of the one already in the gun. He fired blindly. It had more recoil than the M4 he used against Merryweather in Adventure Bay.

"We ain't escaping shit with that chopper!" Michael yelled.

The chopper suddenly started firing it's mounted cannons. It was tearing up the concrete barrier Ryder was taking cover behind.

"It's Ryder we want! We'll let the rest of you go if you hand him over!" the Merryweather chopper said.

"Tough fucking luck! That'll never happen!" Franklin answered.

More Mesas showed up to try to apprehend them.

"Fall back! Towards the eagle fountain!" Dave ordered.

Everyone but Ryder moved towards the fountain.

"Kid get over here!"

"How do I know I'm not gonna get shot!?"

"It's now or never!"

Ryder took off, running from the concrete barrier to take cover behind the eagle fountain. He felt a round fly right past his head. That didn't exactly put him at ease. He got to the fountain and dropped into cover.

"That wasn't so hard!" Trevor said.

"I almost died!"

"We need to find a way out of here!" Michael persuaded.

"We could cut to the other side of the IAA building! It'll spit us back onto the road, then we could jump down to the bottom level! Try to flee in the construction zone!" Dave observed.

"We can't do shit with that chopper firing at us!" Ryder yelled.

"We just gotta shoot it until it goes down!" Trevor said.

"I have to make it out! For the pups! For Adventure Bay! Without me, they're all gonna suffer! I'm not going to let that happen!"

"Take it easy! You'll make it out of here! We all will!"

Ryder finally ducked out and killed Merryweather guards. He never had the intention to kill anyone, but these guys are anti-human! He just hoped the pups were ok. Chase was escorting Marshall back to the Paw Patroller, as Rubble and Zuma were also heading back a couple blocks behind them. Rocky had just dropped Skye off at her helicopter. Merryweather guards kept coming.

"I thought they weren't allowed on US soil!" Ryder yelled.

"They're not! What's also motivating them to kill us is the fact that they could easily hide it if they do. If they don't, they have to explain to Don Percival why they soiled their welcome even worse!" Dave explained.

Trevor had gotten hit a couple times, but it didn't seem to affect him. Ryder knew if he got hit, it'd be excruciating.

"Head north, down the side of the IAA building!" Michael called out.

The coast was clear, so Ryder was able to run out without getting shot. He saw Merryweather guards coming down the side of the building. Merryweather wasn't just being a problem here. When Chase and Marshall turned the corner onto East Mirror Boulevard, they saw a bunch of Mesas surrounding the Paw Patroller. They both slammed their brakes and acted natural.

"Marshall, you act natural, you have heavily tinted windows, they can't tell you're a pup. I'll do a flyby with my lights on, they'll think I'm just LSPD."

Marshall acted natural, and Chase gunned it past the Merryweather. The plan worked, but they had to warn Ryder and the other pups. Chase tried to call Ryder, but he never answered, causing him to panic. And it was justified, because he was in a shootout. The Merryweather behind the building were cleared, and they had a clear path to the road. That was until the Merryweather Buzzard appeared.

"Stop right there! We have you trapped!"

"Oh shit!" was all Michael was able to get out, "Run back!"

Merryweather guards stopped them from retreating the other way.

"Any last words?" the helicopter pilot asked.

"Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" Ryder screamed.

He was not proud of the cussing habit he developed, but he couldn't care less at this point. The Buzzard's cannons were ready to fire, when out of nowhere, it exploded and fell to the ground.

"What the hell!?"

The guards behind them were just as confused as they were. Their answer quickly flew by them. It was Skye in her Valkyrie! She knew! The Buzzard's carcass took out a couple Mesas and almost took out Ryder's new Gauntlet. While Ryder had the advantage, he took out the guards behind them. He was the only one who knew who was flying the Valkyrie. Skye came back around and took out incoming Mesas.

"Good job Skye!? How did you know!?"

"You not answering kinda drew red flags, so I found the FIB building, saw the Merryweather chopper and took it out! I'm gonna go get the other pups! Be right back!"

"Who the fuck was that!?" Lester asked.

"My pup! She's going to get the rest!"

The rest of the pups had a vantage point just outside Mirror Park. The pups were going to pack into Marshall's XLS, hook it under Skye's helicopter, then they were going to provide dual firepower to help against Merryweather. The Valkyrie had a surprising payload, being able to carry the 6,000 pound armored SUV across the city. They got back to the FIB and IAA buildings, to see the crew had made it across the street, ready to jump to the lower level.

Merryweather was still coming in, so Skye dropped the XLS so the pups could help take them out. Another Buzzard came in, and fired a rocket at Skye. She dodged it and retreated to try to get away.

"I'm taking fire! I'm gonna retreat and try to take it down!" Skye said.

"Go! Don't let yourself get hit! If you need backup, just yelp for help!" Ryder persuaded.

"I'm not going to get very far!"

The human crew eventually got to a construction site. Franklin, Michael, Trevor, and Lester realized it was the same site they used for the Union Depository.

"Shit, that's a long drop! I hated being down there!" Franklin said.

"We don't have a choice, face the drop, or face the wrath of Merryweather!" Dave yelled.

"That scaffolding should help the drop! It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing!" Ryder pointed out.

Trevor and Franklin went, then Ryder, Michael and Lester, then Dave. They ran into the construction tunnels, and appeared to be clear. They heard a large explosion and something hit the ground above them.

"Skye! How's it going up there!?"

"Just took out a helicopter, I can see more inbound. I'm headed to Vinewood Hills!"

"You're worrying me!"

"Don't be! What's your status?"

"We're clear! Make sure you get clear too!"

"If you're clear, we're running!" Chase said.

The five male pups were packed in the XLS. They were taking out Merryweather, but they rolled the windows up and are now trying to escape. The Mesas were on their ass. Chase couldn't shake them. They were receiving fire and were scared then rear window was going to give out. They were a lot better trained than the guys from the hood.

"I can't shake them! They keep coming! I don't know what to do!"

Merryweather had a roadblock set up. Chase slammed the breaks, not sure where to go. He seemed to forget the military grade armor and chassis reinforcements on the car.

"I Chase, I don't run!" Chase made a pun to try to calm the situation.

None of the pups made any acknowledgment to it. Chase reversed onto the previous road. It was getting hard to see out of the windshield.

"I don't know what to do!"

"Let me drive!" Rocky ordered.

"We can't just get out of the car!"

"Get back here! Marshall grab the wheel!"

Chase jumped onto Rubble and Rocky jumped into the driver's seat.

"Strap in! This'll be a hell of ride!"

Rocky and Chase put their seatbelts on. Marshall still had a grip on the wheel all though Rocky was clearly trying to drive.

"You can let go of the wheel!"

"Sorry!"

The pups were currently headed towards Vinewood. Rocky pulled the e-brake did a 180, and headed back towards the ghetto. He was headed to the LS river. He came another road block, but gunned it, rather than slamming the brakes.

"What are you doing Rocky!?"

Rocky plowed into a Merryweather Mesa, and it went flying. The 650 HP V6 on crack combined with extremely grippy tires, and the rebound of the reinforced armor was the perfect combination to cause havoc in the road block, while not slowing down, or even denting the XLS.

"My firetruck could've never done that!"

Rocky turned left on Vespucci Boulevard towards El Burro Heights. That's where the LS River was. Dodging panicking traffic and Merryweather, he was able to get the LS River, where he ramped in. Merryweather Mesas followed them.

"I still don't know why they call this a wiver. It's a weservoiw with a tiny amount of wataw!"

"We have people trying to kill us, and that's what you're worried about!?" Chase asked.

"What are you doing Rocky!?" Marshall panicked.

"Shaking Merryweather!"

"Do you know what you're doing!?"

"Yeah!"

There was a Merryweather roadblock on their side of the LS River, so Rocky had to jump through the water to get to the other side. It was only about a foot or two deep, but for a lowered SUV, it's not ideal. When Rocky jumped through, it sent the XLS into a spin, he had to gun it to get it back on track. For the lifted Mesas, it was cake.

"Do you want us to shoot back here!?" Chase offered.

"No! Don't risk getting shot!" Rocky commanded.

"Do you even know where you're going!?" Rubble asked.

Rocky was starting to get annoyed, "Yes!"

"Wheaw awe we going!?" Zuma also asked.

"To that place!"

"What place!?" Marshall also got involved.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M TRYING TO FOCUS!" Rocky snapped.

The pups went into the silence. Suddenly all they could hear was the XLS's engine and the Merryweather assault rifles. They couldn't believe Rocky cussed at them like that… Or at all. They were slowly starting to realize the toll Los Santos is putting on them. They're killing, running from an army, running from the cops, cussing at each other… what's next, drugs?

"I take it this is a bad to ask to turn on music?" Marshall asked.

"Go ahead."

Marshall turned on Channel X, but the other three didn't exactly agree with the choice.

"Hey tuwn on West Coast Classics!" "No, Los Santos Rock Radio!" "The Lowdown!"

Rocky turned the radio off, "If we can't agree, then I'll leave the soundtrack up to the director. Tango, you choose, you're creating this part!"

Meanwhile, Mayor Humdinger heard that the ambush was a fail, so he was sitting in his Zentorno listening to Everything Ends by Slipknot, which he dedicated to the Paw Patrol. I'll transfer that song to this scene.

"You're gonna make us listen to Slipknot!?" Rubble complained.

Deal with it Rubble! You didn't wanna hug me at the Roll Patrol Tour!

"I did anyway!"

They came upon another roadblock. Rocky's quick observation skills allowed him to see the tunnel on the other side. He ducked across again, sending him into a spin again. This time, he slammed the brakes, shoved it into reverse, and backed into the tunnel. When he was in, pulled the e-brake and did a 90 degree turn. He saw a Mesa coming straight for them. Rocky gave them a birdie then gunned it. The Mesa ended up crashing in a wall.

Now Rocky had to find a way out of this… Oh yeah, the Mesa also got hit by a train, so the exit back into the LS River was blocked. The XLS's navigation was no good because the tunnel was blocking satellite reception. About a half hour later, Skye had finished with the Buzzards, and the human crew was sitting in a hole in the ground at another construction site.

Ryder was trying to get a hold of the pups, while Michael was pulling bullets out of Trevor.

"Could you be a little more fucking gentle!?"

"Well maybe if you stop moving around, I get get the damn tool in at the right angle!"

Ryder got a hold of Skye, "You're alive! Thank God! How are you Skye?"

"Running on fumes, but aside from that doing great! Where are you?"

"We're in a hole in the ground. Fuel up, don't worry about us."

"I have enough fuel to pick you up and take you to the Paw Patroller! GPS, Find Ryder!"

"Ryder's location has been found," the GPS answered.

A couple minutes later, Skye landed and saw everyone in the hole… Crevasse, sounds less weird. Skye jumped into Ryder's arms from the 10 foot drop. She licked him repeatedly, so glad he was alive.

"I love you Ryder! Don't scare me again!"

"I love you too Skye! Make the same promise and it's a deal!"

"Can we get out of here!?" Lester asked.

Skye flew back up do her helicopter, and inched in. The crevasse was just big enough for the helicopter's bladespan. They all packed into the Valkyrie, and Skye flew to the Paw Patroller. Ryder tried to contact the male pups, who were still in the tunnel. Each pups was able to answer, but it kept going static.

"They're ok… They're alive, Ryder… They're just in a place with bad reception…" Ryder had to say to calm himself.

"Hey, where you pups at!? I might be able to get you out!" Franklin offered.

"We… A tunnel from the… River! We… Igure out how t… out of here… ther… Rain tracks and…" It went static before Rocky could finish his sentence.

"Where you at? Are you over LST Light rail tracks, or freight train tracks?"

"Uh… We were orig… Over fr… Ain tracks but n… I think…"

A light rail train passed by the pups. POV changes to the pups.

"Yeah, we're on the light rail tracks right now, it looks like they're buidling a new station right here!"

"They build… Ew station? I we… That way f… The jewlr… Ob! There's an o… Lace without tr… s. Go there an… Spit you out… Freeway."

"I think I know what you're saying."

Rocky drove into the tunnel being built, away from the tracks. Eventually he came upon a large open crevasse with tape all over it and a huge hole in a wall that was currently being patched, then a little bit after that, there was a ramp that brought them to the surface. It was the freeway! He was about to gun it to merge, but the he remembered the LS traffic. He figured it was best not to take the Freeway back to Mirror Park..