AN: So Corona Virus. Guess 2020 is starting off with a big bang huh? Alright, please stay home as much as possible and keep yourselves healthy everyone! Now let's read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol
"Ryder needs us!" Chase and Marshall said as they rushed towards the Lookout with howls abound. Marshall decided to take one more look at the sinking oil tanker in the distance, but his action, as usual, caused him to lose his footing. Yelping, the clumsy dally crashed into Chase who then crashed into Rocky, who proceeded into crashing into Zuma, then Skye, then finally Rubble. The six all rolled into the Lookout like a giant cartwheel of canines before smashing into the glass and falling into a pile.
Marshall, chuckling nervously, said, "Well, that was a whirl, huh guys?"
The other five rolled their eyes as the six of them got up just as the elevator rose to the top. Stopping at the center, the dogs all stood still as their outfits were placed on them. Marshall noticed he was being geared with his EMT gear so that meant he was going on the mission. Hopefully, there weren't going to be any casualties or injured people.
Arriving at the top, the team jumped out and stood in attention as Chase addressed their leader. "Paw Patrol ready for action! Ryder, sir!"
Pressing the button on his Pup Pad, Ryder addressed the group. "Thanks for coming, everyone. I know we said we would hold back on missions unless we're needed. Unfortunately, this is a big one where we have to get involved." He showed the oil tanker that was seen earlier being blown up and starting to sink with the oil spreading around the water. "An oil tanker exploded near Adventure Bay and we've been asked to help out. We don't know how it happened, but we've already got reports in injured and dying. Not to mention all this water is going to damage the ecosystem."
"Which is going to result in a lot of loss animal life. Which will affect us," Rocky warned, wincing at the damage already being done.
"Exactly, its all paws on deck for this one," Ryder said as he showed Zuma's tag first. "Zuma, I need you use your hovercraft and submarine to make sure nobody is trapped in the water. While there, see what areas of the ship are damaged."
"Let's dive in!" Zuma proclaimed.
"Rocky," Ryder said, showing his icon next. "We're going to need to figure out a way to stop the oil from exiting the tanker. Which means we need to find the holes and weld them shut."
"Green means go! Even if it means getting wet," Rocky answered, shivering.
Marshall's icon was next. "Marshall, fire and rescue is already on the scene handling the fire, but they could use extra medical support. You'll be there to assist the injured."
"I'm ready for a ruff ruff rescue!"
"Skye," continued Ryder, "You're up in the air to keep a look out for injured crewmen or any other dangers about the oil tanker. But stay as far away from the flames as possible."
"Let's take to the skies!" Skye shouted, flipping in the air.
"Chase and Rubble?" Ryder finished by addressing the last two. "You're going to keep people off the beach. We don't know what pollutants the bay is going to suffer from thanks to the oil so we need to keep people out!"
"Chase is on the case!"
"Rubble on the double!"
"Alright! Paw Patrol is on a roll!"
"Wait, Ryder!" Marshall said, pausing everyone in place. "I just want to ask…what if this is a ploy by the demons to lure us out?"
Everyone looked at each other, worried about what Marshall said. After all, Travis had warn them of the possibility.
Chase sighed and walked forward. "Demons or not, we need to protect Adventure Bay. I'm willing to risk it."
"So am I," Rocky said.
"Me too!" Skye answered.
One by one they all agreed. Even if this was a ploy to get at them, it was a risk they had to take.
Because of the circumstances regarding the situation, Marshall had to co-pilot with Skye while Rocky took to riding with his tugboat and Ryder on his ATV which turned into jet ski mode. Chase and Rubble cut off from the team early on to head down to the beach, leaving the other five towards the tanker.
Already they could see fire and police boats trying to help, with some waving to the Paw Patrol when they arrived. Marshall analyzed the fire, and, to his relief, it was slowly being contained thanks to the fire boats and fire copters who were pouring water and sand onto it to keep it from getting worse. If the fire had gotten near the oil it would cause a massive explosion that would send all of them to kingdom come.
When they got lose enough, Ryder spoke on his communicator from his helmet. "Zuma, head down and see if you can find the cracks in the tanker. Be careful though."
"You got it dude! Arf! Sub!"
Zuma's hovercraft quickly turned into the sub mode and dived straight down. Turning to Skye and Marshall in the air, he spoke, "Skye, land Marshall on the top so he can help out with the injured. Then head to the sky and keep watch."
"Aye aye!" Skye said as she flew towards the top deck where Marshall unbuckled himself.
"Take care of yourself, Marshall," Skye said as he jumped out.
"You too, Skye!" Marshall replied, waving goodbye before turning his attention to the EMT's who were waving over for him.
Rushing forward, Marshall quickly got serious as he asked, "What's the situation?"
"I got fifteen critically burned sailors and seven one's bleeding from the explosion," the head EMT answered, wrapping medical tape around a burned man's arm. Marshall winced at the sight of the second-degree damage. "We got to get these guys to a hospital. I got medical helicopters heading in, but they'll be here in ten minutes. We gotta keep these guys stable. Head over there and get to work!"
"Roger!" Marshall said as he rushed over to crying women whose face was badly damage. Let's hope this doesn't get any worse.
"You can barely see anything under here," Zuma said to himself as he kept his sonar activated on the panel. Due to the large amount of oil, it was near impossible to see normally. Using a combination of lights, sonar, and heat vision, Zuma was able to get at least a digitized version of what was going on out there on his screen.
"Dude, this sub got wrecked," Zuma said as he eyed the damage from underwater. It was like sea monster had ripped the lower part in half while meting it at the same time. The metal was still burning hot despite being underwater. "What could have done that?"
Getting in for a closer look, he saw that despite the damage, the cuts weren't too deep into the tanker's shell save for a few small holes. He read that sometimes tankers and other ships had back up seals to lower the chance of sinking or at least keep it from sinking faster.
"So where is the oil coming from?" Zuma wondered as he eyed the real problem was the hole on the side, it was just above the water and was spewing out tons of oil at a rapid pace. "We're going to need a big plug for that gap."
Contacting Ryder, Zuma said, "Ryder? I found the damage. Looks like something cut and melted he tanker on the bottom to get it to slow down or sink. The oil's coming out of the other side of the tanker. I don't know how we're going to plug it up though."
"Leave that to me and Rocky. See if there is anything around that will give us a clue on to what caused the damage."
"Roger! Ruff!" Zuma said before ending the call. He was about to explore when he felt something knock his sub on the side. "What the?"
A split second later, the entire sub went dark as the power went out. "Oh no."
Zuma tried rebooting the system, but it wasn't working. He was dead in the water. "Shit! What do I do?!" He yelped as he felt something grab his sub and…was it getting colder? He gasped as frost began to spread around the sub. It was turning soon into ice and Zuma could feel it getting colder. Thinking quickly, he activated his emergency dog alert before he felt the sub sinking due to the heavy ice around it. "Help!"
His cries went silent as he sank into the sea.
Ryder and Rocky were heading to the opposite end of the tanker to deal with the spilled oil when he felt something go off on his pad as he took it off and gasped. "Rocky, stop!" The two proceeded to do so as Ryder typed as fast as he could. "Zuma's in trouble!"
"What?!" Rocky shouted, fearing for his best friends' safety. "What's wrong?!"
"His emergency response signal went off and its… coming from the ocean floor?!" Ryder shouted in horror and shock. "Something must be wrong with his sub! I'm going down to get him! Can you handle the oil spill?"
"I will, just bring Zuma back!" Rocky said before he made for the giant hole.
Ryder quickly reached in the back of his jet ski and started putting on his diving suit. He made sure to put the goggles that allowed various visions to help him swim through the dangerous oil. Taking his tanker and taking a deep breath before putting the breather in, Ryder dived in the darkening water and began to swim down as fast as possible. With his pad's data hooked to his visor goggles, he could tell just how far he was from Zuma while using a heat vision and dark vision to help him maneuver. He just prayed he could get to his pup before it was too late.
Rocky did everything in his power to not thinking about the danger Zuma was in. He trusted in his best friend's training and in Ryder to see that they came back safely. He couldn't even understand how Zuma got trapped below in the first place. It couldn't have been a mechanical problem since all Rocky did in his spare time since the lockdown was work on the vehicles.
There is no way that he suffered a malfunction! I'm sure of it! Rocky thought as he pushed those thoughts aside to focus on the problem at hand. The hole was very big and the amount of oil it was spewing out would knock Rocky off his paws if he even got close to it.
"Okay, let's see what I can use to plug it up," Rocky said as he jumped to the back of his tugboat and began looking for something, he could fill it with. He knocked a few things to the side before he found what he was looking for. "Ah ha! Instant cement! Now how to put it on the ship?" He turned his eye towards the big canon Daring Danny X once used for his cannonball routine a few weeks ago. "Hmmm."
"…and there!" Marshall shouted as he finished sawing off the leg of one of the sailors. One of the EMT's continued to keep putting their towel in his mouth to bite until Marshall could inject the morphine. "I'm sorry, we had to do it."
The crying from the human didn't seem to make Marshall's guilt any less easy. Already they had to start amputating off the burned limbs to save their lives while a few had already died on their watch from burned organ failure and blood loss.
Activating his dog tag, Marshall asked, "Skye, can you see the rescue choppers?!"
"Nothing yet, but-Wait I see them! Four o' clock!"
Sighing in relief, Marshall saw the helicopters coming towards them from the air. At least four of them all together. A few cheers went out, including Marshall, as everyone prepared to get the wounded ready for transportation. Taking a moment, Marshall spoke to his dog tag, "Ryder, we got rescue helicopters on their way to pick up the wounded. The fire is almost out too! How's things going with the oil?"
There was no response.
"Ryder?"
Ryder was glad his gear allowed him to guide down the dark water with somewhat ease as he would have been swimming blind without it. He managed to finally make it to the bottom of the ocean where Zuma's sub was supposed to be, but to his surprise when he touched the surface of the sub it was completely covered in ice. Horrified at the idea of Zuma freezing inside, he reached for his belt and pulled out a small mini laser he kept just in case.
Setting it at max level, Ryder began to use it to carve a hole from the ice while also cutting through the glass of the cockpit at the same time. Zuma was already unconscious from the intense cold and started to float before Ryder quickly activated his paw pack's scuba gear. Taking the breather, he put it in Zuma's mouth and relaxed when he saw air bubbles leave the mouth of the lab.
He was about to bring him up, when he felt something very cold grab him from behind. He was about to struggle when he felt his entire body being moved as if it was being teleported. His last image before being taken was Zuma waking up before a flash of light blocked his vision and suddenly Ryder was gone.
Rocky had to admit, he wasn't sure it was going to work, but the results spoke for themselves. Using the cannon from Daring Danny X's latest daring attempt to be extreme, Rocky had placed in the quick drying cement in some old balloons he found and fired them at the hole. In an instant, the cement began to dry and slowly he was able to fill up the hole.
Satisfied at his work, he quickly turned his attention to the water where he tried to find any sign of Ryder and Zuma. It had already been nearly half an hour and he didn't know how much air the two had. "Surely, they would have been back by now…"
It was no secret that Rocky hated the water, and anything to do with it. Yet, getting wet was nothing compared to the thought of something happening to either of his friends. The only problem was that Rocky didn't have his scuba gear to dive in and he wouldn't get far without it.
He was about to call for Skye to do a look around when he spotted Zuma's head popping out of the water. "Zuma! Thank God!" He directed his tugboat to the gasping chocolate lab and helped him up on the side. "I was getting so worried. Where's Ryder?"
"He's…not here?" Zuma gasped, looking around with worry. Rocky shook his head. "Oh no… then what I saw wasn't my imagination!"
"What?! What happened?!"
"I…I think I saw a monster take Ryder! They vanished into thin air!"
It was hours later that the six members of Paw Patrol made it back to the Lookout, but not in triumph as always after a job. Despite saving as many lives as possible, saving the tanker, and preventing anymore damage to the ocean then it already had done, the team was faced with a horrible new problem.
Ryder, their owner, leader, and father figure, had been captured by a monster. Or more acruatly, a demon.
"I knew it! I knew it was a trap!" Marshall shouted, walking backing forth in anger. He didn't know who he was angrier at: himself or the demons. "Who knows horrible things they're doing to him right now?! What if he's not even alive?!"
"Marshall! Calm down!" Chase shouted, grabbing his best friend by the shoulders. "Look, we all fell for it. We knew there was a risk but went with it anyway. It was a team choice to go forward with the mission, not just you! And Ryder might still be alive! We can't just assume the worst!"
"But how do we find him? His tracer isn't even working!" Rubble pointed out. It was the first thing they tried to do, but the tracer wasn't activating at all.
"Is there any other way to find him?! What did the monster look like, Zuma?" Skye asked, turning to the saddened water pup.
"I…I barely saw it, but it looked like it was made of ice…and undead…like one of those white walkers from Game of Thrones, but more…sinister looking," Zuma answered, shivering.
"Do you…do you think this is the same demon that killed Everest and Jake?" Skye asked, looking at the others in fear.
There was a long silence between the six dogs as the realization of just how bad things were was kicking in over time. Marshall's thoughts turned to Everest's pale and lifeless expression before she was sent to her eternal rest. I won't let that happen to Ryder! I won't!
Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a call from Chase's dog tag which surprised him. He looked at the others who looked at their tags, but no call was coming from them. Curious, Chase activated it, "Hello?"
"I have your owner. If you want to see him alive and not in pieces, come to the mountain tomorrow at the top. Bring the dalmatian and we'll exchange. Life for life."
And then it went dead.
