It was a normal day in Adventure Bay. You know, shining sun and few clouds. But after running through a mission, (the chicken again), the PAW Patrol had the rest of the day off. Meanwhile, Ryder was in the Lookout, calling a man he had not seen in over 4 years.
"When are you going to get here?" Ryder asked. "In the next couple of hours. I just got gas. Does your team know yet?" Ryder said nothing, just smiled. "I'll take the silence as a no. Hey, if I'm going to make good time, I need to hit the road, little bro." "Alright, see you in a couple of hours, Scott." Ryder then ended the call.
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Scott sighed. 4 goddamn years. First Iraq, then taking down multiple key ISIS figures. After that, he was training new recruits. Being Black Ops sucked sometimes. For those four years, he was technically dead to the world. But in the process, he had gotten his squad. His squad of highly trained, deadly idiots. Because that's honestly what they were. They were basically his second family. But hey, it was better than nothing.
They were all here, except Adien. He was still over in Iraq, but was going to be showing up in the next few weeks. Scott sighed. Some things had happened, things that would never leave his memory. But as old sergeant Jake said, "There is no time like the present. The past happened, and the future relies on what happens in the now. Never mourn the past, and don't try to anticipate the future." This had been one of the many unofficial mottos of Bravo 6.
Scott shook his head, paid for the drink he had gotten, then got back in his Ranger, started up the engine, and with that, was headed toward Adventure Bay, his home, and to what was left of his family. Things had changed, but for better or worse, Scott did not know.
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Ryder had been waiting for the past two or three hours, but his brother had still not shown up. Not like he should worry, but still, he did. He activated his pup pad.
"Paw Patrol, to the Lookout!"
"Ryder needs us!" The pups quickly ran to the elevator and lined up. "Wait. where's Marshall?" Chase asked. The pups looked around, but saw no sign of the clumsy dalmation. "Look out, guys!" Marshall yelled. Instead of walking, he was on Rubble's skateboard. Yeah, cleaning was not a top priority right now. He collided with the pups in the elevator. For once, he had nothing funny to say. The pups quickly got onto the elevator and got into their uniforms.
Ryder had always admired how fast the pups could get to the Lookout and be dressed. The team, by this time, had jumped out of the elevator, and were lined up. "Paw Patrol, ready for action, Ryder sir!" Chase called out. " Thanks for coming so quickly, pups. Today, there actually is no emergency." The pups looked rather confused. This had never happened before. "Ryder, if there is no emergency, then why were we called up here?" Chase asked, puzzled.
"I will tell you as soon as our guest shows up." The pups all looked at each other, excitedly. They rarely had guests, so this was rather exciting. At that moment, they heard a car pull up and some music playing. Ryder smiled. It was his brother's favorite song, "The Dark of You," by Breaking Benjamin. It was his brother's all-time favorite band. "I believe that is him," said Ryder.