It was another normal day in Adventure Bay. A nice, clear sky, sun blazing, but not too hot. The PAW Patrol had just gotten off a mission rescuing Chickaletta again, and were playing a game of soccer outside. Ryder, on the other hand, was inside and preparing to call a family member he had not seen for a good 4 years.
His pup pad rang. It picked up after the second ring. "Oi, who's this?"
"It's your brother."
"Sorry, wrong number. I have a younger brother who has some really hi tech shit, so he wouldn't call me, he'd be a hologram right now."
Ryder laughed. "Really, Scott?" He heard his brother laugh. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. What's up, laddie?" Ryder shrugged. "Not much. Just wondering when you're getting here."
"Shouldn't be too far out. Just got gas, so I'm saying about half an hour, maybe an hour? Traffic is retarded here, so I have to deal with that." Ryder heard his brother chuckle. "But I should be there soon, so… see you soon?"
"Sounds good, Scotty. See you then."
"Aye, see ya soon."
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Scott hung up, then sighed heavily. Last time he had seen his brother, the kid was only 8. He had only been in the military for about 6 years, joining when Ryder was only two. Now, he'd been in for another four years. Black Ops became his life. His father had cut him off, and last he heard, his mother was dead.
First Iraq, taking down ISIS leaders, then trying to train recruits. Emphasis on trying. But in all of that, he gained his squad. His second family. His children, as a lot of the officers called their team members. Or even better, his squad of idiots. Because that's what they were. Along with him.
He paid for his drink, walked out of the gas station, and hopped up into his pickup. A newer model Tacoma. Black rims. Made it look military, just how he liked it. He stared at the highway, considering what he was doing. What if Ryder didn't forgive him for leaving? What if he followed their father's ideology and view of him? What then?
He shook himself. "Snap out of it, Lieutenant. He's not like that. He reached out first, not you. You'll be fine." He exhaled, nodded, and started up his truck. Scott got on the highway, and started to drive to what remained of his past. His only living sibling. His last bit of family. And the rest of Bravo 6, at that. Everything would be fine. Just fine.
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Hi guys. So I went back and deleted the old version of this, because I didn't like the way it was going and my writing of it. So, for the people who have or want to submit OC's, y'all got more time to write it out. So the next chapter should be released by next week, and I'm planning on writing a series of one-shots, so there's that.
So if any one has any questions, criticism, or compliments, please leave a review or PM me. Until next time, the Slayer is OUT to Hell. See y'all soon!