A/N: Hello everyone. (or just the one person that reads my stuff.) One year ago, on March 12, 2021, I joined this site to share my stories about the lives and Adventures of my personified variant of the PAW Patrol. Now here I am, rereleasing the same chapter I did exactly one year (and fourteen days) later… great progress, ik. Lmao.
Well not exactly. Anyone who may follow or even remotely care about my work would know that I wrote the full version of this story and then wrote another story after this. However, the stories were deemed in my eyes as pure crap. So, I revised Episode 1 (which is this one) and then revised Episode 2. But then I realized the first revision was also pure crap. So here I am, one year later, back at it again.
This one's for keeps guys, I promise.
Chapter 1
"Welcome To Adventure Bay! Founded 1965, Established 2010. Population- 325." Said a male Vizsla as he read aloud the welcome sign that greeted any new settlers to the island.
"325? Is that a lot of people, daddy?" His six year old asked.
"Not really. And that's exactly why we're moving here, sweetheart. The opportunity." The father answered.
"What does oputunity mean, daddy?" She asked.
"Umm… it's like having a chance to do better things."
"Oh, okay. Where's Mommy and Dylan?" She asked, looking around.
"I'm not sure. How about if you help me look for them?" He asked, picking her up.
The small Vizsla giggled as she was excitedly whizzed up into the air and sat on his shoulders.
The father, of course, knew exactly where his wife and son were but decided to have some fun. "So, do you see them?" He asked.
"Oh wait…they're right there." She said, pointing off into the distance. Her mother and older brother coming up the boardwalk from their boat with luggage and suitcases in their hands.
"Thanks for helping me with these, hon." His wife retorted sarcastically.
"Oop. Sorry about that." He apologized.
"So, I take it that the bus isn't here yet."
"No, but it should be. The guide says it should have been here a few minutes ago."
The family sat down on a bench while they waited for the bus. A few minutes later, it finally came. But it wasn't what they expected. The bus had to at least be from the 60's. It's green and white paint was weathered and beaten, showing its age.
"Woah. That thing's a relic. I can't believe it's actually still in service." The son commented as the ancient bus rolled up with a loud hiss.
The doors swung open with a loud, "CREEAK". The father picked up most of their luggage and carried it on board, placing it in the seats as he paid the fare.
"Hey, driver. Is there any particular reason why this rig was eight minutes late?" He asked, looking in his wallet for change.
"Sorry about that, sir. Today's gotta be the busiest it's ever been, with travelers and tourists such as yourselves flooding in." The bus driver acknowledged.
"I see… This island isn't used to this kind of volume, is it?"
"Heh, nope."
The family moved to the middle of the bus and sat down, glad to finally be going. The bus shut its doors and drove off towards the downtown area.
They looked out of the buses' windows to the growing town. Modern glass buildings were covered in orange, high visibility safety wrapping. Each building seemed to be mounted by a crane, each busily building upwards.
The sounds of jackhammers and power tools filled the air, a buzzing atmosphere surrounding the up and coming city. Within the old fashioned bus, the family, amongst others onboard, each stared out of the aged windows towards the blue sky outline the silver buildings.
Suddenly, throughout all of the noise, a sharp, distinct shrieking sound screamed above all of the rest. A police siren faded in as it became louder and louder. Passengers on the bus looked through the bus' windows on the other side.
A black 1977 Holden Torana sped by with a loud growl. The car was being pursued closely by Police cars.
A swarm of Police Ford Taurus' surrounded the small australian muscle car and tried to cut it off while winding through the recently built streets of Adventure Bay, but to no avail. Though wanting to desperately stop the car's escape, crowds of people were in the streets and were in danger of being hit.
The robber in the car, however, knew this all too well. So the driver continued to stay within the more populated parts of the city, flying through alleyways and one way streets to throw the Police off of their trail.
The leading officer, Otis Webber, had been leading the pursuit for over 30 minutes and had still failed to capture the driver of the car. Calls from multiple officers continued to flood in on his radio, asking him for direction.
His answer to each of them was just, "Try cutting him off at the corner!" But every attempt was useless.
Suddenly, his radio blinked again. He quickly pressed the accept button, not taking his eyes off of the road.
"What?" He asked.
"Half an hour? Seriously?" A voice said.
Otis immediately recognized that voice as he let out a deep sigh. "What do you want, Delgado?"
The person he was addressing was Chase, of course. The two of them had been bitter rivals since the island's new precinct opened up. They were constantly competing with each other, trying to outdo one another.
The only problem was, Chase did outdo him. Every. Single. Time.
"Half an hour. You have literally been in pursuit of this single, little car for 37 minutes… You look like you need help." Chase scoffed.
"Wha? How would you know?" Otis demanded, struggling to keep his Crown Vic up with the faster Torana.
"Because I've been watching you morons for the past half hour go in circles from the lighthouse. You're bound to get someone killed." Chase mocked.
"Well you know what? If you're such a master at pursuits, be my guest. I'm almost out of gas anyway." Otis growled.
"I actually do happen to be proficient at defensive driving and pursuits. It's literally my name."
"Just get down here."
"Not cause you said so."
"Whatever."
Chase smirked to himself, getting in his car, putting his radio and binoculars down and turning over his car's key. The dark blue 2007 Chevrolet Camaro revved to life with a still pur. He put the car into drive and peeled off down the road towards the nearby city.
Chase slightly drifted the car onto the main road, passing all of the Taurus'. He quickly spoke into his radio.
"Alright boys, I'm coming through. Stand down." Chase ordered and watched as the Police cars slowly pulled over and disengaged their sirens, letting the blue Camaro speed by.
Chase maneuvered through the busy city streets and eventually caught up with the Torana and Crown Vic.
Chase attempted to overtake them, but the 'Vic continued to swerve all around. "Otis! Get out of my way!"
"But I can get him!" Otis insisted.
"The only thing you're going to get is a head on collision with a wall. Besides, you asked for my help, remember?" Chase brought up.
Otis gritted his teeth and reluctantly disengaged, pulling over and letting Chase pass. He watched as the Camaro instantly passed him and continued in hot pursuit of the driver.
Chase tried to overtake the Torana, but the driver continued to veer left and right recklessly. Seeing that he wasn't getting anywhere with this tactic, Chase picked his radio back up.
"Alright boys. New plan. I want this joker run out of town. Form blockades at East and 4th. I'm taking this guy into the farmlands." Chase ordered once again, showers of confirmations coming from each of the officers.
Minutes later, the Torana continued it's maneuvers in trying to lose Chase. But the driver didn't realize his plan or motives until it was too late.
There, ahead, sitting at the next right turn was a blockade of Police Officers, eagerly anticipating the car's arrival.
The driver panicked and swerved left, playing right into Chase's plan. "Good job boys. Now that there's no one around, I've got him."
Chase smirked as he floored the pedal, accelerating the car to speeds it usually didn't reach, starting to approach the Torana on its left. The driver attempted the same dirty trick but Chase anticipated this, quickly swerving right and getting on the car's opposite side and being head to toe lined up with it.
He winked at the driver, whose face was concealed behind a dark black window tint, before speeding ahead and getting in front of the Torana, hitting his brakes to try and slow the small car down.
The Torana attempted to overtake the Camaro, as Chase had previously done, but was unable to.
Becoming frustrated, the driver became erratic, driving even more recklessly than before, swerving and veering left and right, trying to find an opening, but Chase stayed completely uniform with the car, not allowing it to pass.
The driver of the small car considered stopping and turning around, but could already hear the sirens of the other Police Cars in the distance, so determined there was only one way out.
Continuing to become more desperate, the car started to bump and grind with the back of Chase' Camaro, making it veer.
'This moron is gonna throw me off the road.' He thought to himself, trying to come up with another gameplan.
Suddenly, looking ahead down the road, he came up with one. Taking advantage of the fact that the Torana was small and low to the ground, he decided to act.
"Alright, buddy. You wanna pass me so bad? Go ahead…" Chase said slowing down and veering to the left.
The driver thought this was an opportunity to pass him, so they did…
They looked forward through their tinted windows just in time to see a high visibility sign that indicated for you to turn left… but it was too late.
Having no time to react, the Torana plowed through the yellow sign and shot into the cornfields with a loud clang. The front spoiler was ripped off on the hard dirt ground as the car plowed through the field and eventually came to a mild stop.
Chase pulled back onto the road and drove until finding a dirt road, following that until he came across the wrecked Torana, steam hissing from its dented hood.
He got out of the car, his hand on his leg holster and walked cautiously over to the small car, tapping on the glass.
There was a loud hum, as the door motors strained to lower the window. The driver's face finally came into view.
"It's alright, boy scout. I'm not armed." A female voice snapped sarcastically.
Chase kneeled down and looked into the car, seeing a gray furred Siberian Husky wearing black Sunglass Shields.
"Wha… Gina?" Chase asked.
"It's Gasket to you, punk." She retorted.
"What the hell were you doing?"
"Going for a Sunday drive, clearly."
"I'm being serious… So what? You're into crime now, is that it?"
"Well not all of us can be big successes like the Paw Patrol, now can we?"
"We offered you a position on the team like a billion times. You're a great mechanic and a hell of a driver. Not as good as me… but good."
"I would never join a team with a name like that.."
"It's not about the team. It's about the comradery."
"Literally. Do. Not. Care."
Chase sighed to himself. "Alright, well I tried… C'mon, Get out of the car. You know the drill."
Gasket frowned at him before turning off the car and opening the dented door, stepping out and slamming it behind her.
"Hands please." Chase said, gesturing to her with his cuffs.
She pulled the shields off of her face before glancing at him up and down with a suggestive grin…
"What?" He asked.
"Nothin'...just noticed that the little Kindergarten Cop has done some growing up.." She said, gesturing to his muscular body before turning her back to him and holding out her hands.
Chase said nothing and he took her hands and put on the cuffs.
"Mmm… How bout' you make them a little tighter, good looking?" She insinuated with a slight moan.
Chase felt slightly dirty as he transported her back to his car, sitting her down in his passenger seat and closing the door, sitting in his seat and driving away.
"So… this is a nice ride.. Where'd you get it?" Gasket asked, gesturing to the Camaro.
"I ordered it from Detroit." Chase said, not looking at her.
"Ah. I thought so. Sure as hell can't get anything good from Torture Bay."
"Torture Bay?" Chase asked.
"You know, Adventure Bay, except that this place sucks… like a lot."
"Then why are you here?" Chase asked directly.
"...Come again?" She paused.
"You heard me. Why are you here, if it's so bad?" He pointed out.
"Keeping an eye out on my sis."
Chase sputtered in confusion. "Everest doesn't need you. She's been doing damn well without you. Especially because of the horrible influence you are to her."
"Horrible influence? She's 18. I don't think she can be influenced anymore… besides, who are you, mister high-and-mighty, to judge me? Just because you're some token cop doesn't make you a hero. You and your little buddies were just a kid's stage show production. Paw Patrol wasn't real and still isn't." Gasket spewed.
"No? Then who's arresting you? Who protects this town? Before the fancy Fire Departments and the Police Stations, who was it? Us… that's who. I've been wearing the uniform around these parts for seven years." Chase boasted.
"Yeah. Sure looks like it. Have you ever washed that thing?" Gasket mocked.
"Wha… It's not the same shirt, obviously! And besides, it's discolored, not dirty." Chase defended, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Hey listen, I wouldn't blame you if it was. You guys don't get paid horseshit." She scoffed.
"You're right. We don't get paid much. But everything we need is taken care of. Food, Clothes, Shelter and even a few trinkets we can get with whatever side scratch we make. How do you think I bought this car?" He asked.
"Yeah, and you probably saved every penny from when you first joined all those years ago just to get this heap." She teased.
"I'm not in it for the money. Neither is Everest or anyone else. It's about doing the right thing… something you don't know how to do. Instead, you squander your talents and abilities, trying to take advantage of the town it's early stages… You didn't try this crap when there were nothing but small farms and townspeople… But now that it's becoming a highly advanced technological city being built with security up the yin-yang… You wanna start now?" He asked.
"I didn't do it before because people were barely scraping by… barely having enough to eat. Adventure Bay is a goddamn wasteland that's only now starting to boom. But before that, everyone was in poverty and I couldn't bring myself to prey on them like that." Gasket admitted, looking out of the window.
Chase didn't say anything. The silence was deafening. The only sound to be heard was the low hum of the motor propelling the car forwards. It stayed like this for a few moments.
"Then I was right." Chase said, finally breaking the silence.
"What?" Gasket asked.
"There's good in you. You're not a bad person, I know that… You just do the wrong things."
"Is it wrong to want a better life, Chase?" She asked, almost pleading.
"No, not at all. But it's how you're doing it that's wrong. Everest would be heartbroken to see you go to jail for something like this. Her big sister, going to the slammer for armed robbery."
"I wasn't armed!" She defended.
"Oh no? Security footage shows you had a gun." Chase convicted, still looking at the road.
"It was a water gun…" She said, almost sounding embarrassed.
"Seriously?"
"I'm being for-real. I didn't want to hurt anyone… I just wanted to scare them into giving me the money."
Chase stood silent for the rest of the ride, driving back into the city and to the Police Station. As they pulled closer, Gasket closed her eyes and clenched, not being ready to go in…
But to her surprise, the car never stopped moving. She opened her eyes just in time to see Chase pulling into an alleyway and stopping the car.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm going to drug you..and make you disappear…" He said with a psychotic smirk.
"WHAT?!" Gasket panicked, thrusting away from him.
"I'm just kidding… Seriously though, you're not a bad person. And I have no right to judge or anything… but a gut feeling tells me that people just need second chances sometimes. We could all use a little mercy here and there." He said, pulling out a small key from his pocket and unlocking her handcuffs.
Gasket blinked a few times, not really believing this. "You're letting me go? No cops? No trial? Nothing? What if the cops ask you about me?" She asked.
"Simple. I tell them I never caught the criminal. And I'm not lying. I didn't catch a criminal.. I just caught someone in an unfortunate circumstance who I'm confident is going to do the right thing." Chase smiled lightly.
"I… thank you." Gasket said softly.
"No problem. Go home, get some rest, drop off the money and tomorrow's a new day." Chase said.
"But I can't just return it to them…I don't want them to know it was me…they've always been really nice to me." She objected.
"Uh.. duh. I didn't say you had to do it during the day. Just drop it next to their dumpster tonight and the whole thing'll be solved. Oh, and add a little 'I'm sorry' note. It'll be a good touch." He said, handing her the bag.
"I don't know how to thank you…"
"Just clean up your life. That's all I ask."
"You wanna stop by my place later? I could really thank you, then." She smiled deviously.
"I'm 17… you're 19."
"Two years difference." She said, ignoring his comment.
"And I'm dating your sister… you know that, right?" Chase asked.
"Uh…yeah, so?"
"Gina. Get out of the car before I arrest you again." Chase said, not looking at her.
"Fair enough." She said, getting out of the car.
"See you around, good lookin'." She winked, blowing a kiss at him before walking away.
"Unbelievable…" He smiled, driving away before exiting the city.
He opened the windows and sunroof while cruising home. The roads along the shore transported him in a B-line towards home before spotting the oh-so familiar bridge that separated the island from their base.
The Lookout Tower was very much in effect, a tower. It somewhat resembled a lighthouse towards the upper floors, except being much wider at the bottom considering all that it contained.
On each of the seven floors was a dorm room for each of the team members and had certain amenities such as a library, kitchen, command room, locker room, underground bunker and observation deck.
The seven door garage held the team's supplies, tools, equipment and vehicles, each assigned for a different mission and user.
Chase drove over the bridge before coming to the small separate island's base. Pressing a button on his car's sun visor, his personal garage door opened. His Police Issued Chevrolet Tahoe sat in the glowing sun, it's white paint job glistening on the beautiful August day.
Taking his foot off of the accelerator and easing down on the brake, the car came to an eventual 2 MPH as the blue Muscle Car eased into its garage slot and stopped, before powering off.
The door opened as Chase stepped out, jingling his keys around in his hand while he hung up his jacket and walked through the door which connected to the garage to the main entrance lobby.
Sitting there was Dustin, the team's construction/demolition expert and the youngest of the team playing his Nintendo Switch. "Hey, what's up Rubble?" Chase greeted cheerfully.
Dustin, who's nickname was given to him by the team due to his love of destruction, looked up and smiled. "Hey Chase! You're back early."
"Yeah, I already finished saving the day so… I'm free." Chase said, walking over to Rubble and fist-bumping him.
"Umm. That's cool and all…but are you sure you can just do that?" Rubble asked.
"What?"
"You know, just leaving as early as you do. Can't you get in trouble like that?"
"Nope."
Rubble frowned, concerned over his friend's seemingly overconfidence. "How can you be so sure?"
Chase perked an eyebrow as he said, "The reason why, Danielson, is because I happen to be the island's golden boy. They wouldn't dare get rid of me. Maybe I'm cocky, but whatever…" Chase stated.
Rubble, not being able to come up with an argument, simply shrugged, accepting Chase's blatant expressions of confidence.
"So… What're you playing, anyway?" Chase asked, changing the subject.
"Kill It With Fire. It's pretty fun." Rubble said, not looking up.
"What's it about? Besides the obvious…" Chase inquired.
"It's an extermination game. In your choice of words, 'You get to whack spidas.." Rubble said, imitating Chase' slight accent.
"Man, I do NOT sound like that!" Chase chuckled.
"You kind of do." Rubble laughed.
"Well what if I claimed you said 'Eh?" at the end of every sentence and liked maple syrup and hockey?" Chase brought up.
"Well I do happen to like maple syrup, what about it?"
"I mean the Canadian stereotype."
"I wasn't talking about stereotypes. You just happen to have a slight accent."
"But that's just the problem… That accent you depicted sounded more like Marshall than me." Chase joked.
"True." Rubble said, not looking up from his screen as he blew up a gas tanker within the game.
Chase honed in on the in-game audio and frowned. "Was that a gunshot? I thought you said it was an extermination game."
"It is. There's a revolver to kill them with." Rubble said nonchalantly.
"Whathefuh… A Revolver?! For a few spiders?" Chase said, bursting into laughter.
"Oh that's not all… there's flamethrowers, mosolova, grenades, shotguns and a whole lot of other good stuff." Rubble cackled with an evil grin.
"Kid, you've got issues." Chase snorted, patting his shoulder and walking away towards the main elevator and getting inside, waiting for the doors to close before pressing the button for the upper floors.
The elevator, like the other 45% of the amenities of the base, were designed by the team's architect and designer, Rocky.
A 17 year old Japanese-American mixed breed with a 180 IQ. A high school graduate at 14 years old and an award winning inventor. Besides Chase, Rocky was usually the one that the team would look to for advice during a mission due to his surprising wisdom despite his age.
The elevator finally reached the 6th floor and came to a slow stop with a *Ding!*
The doors slid open as Chase stepped through them and walked down the hallway towards his room. He came to the keypad and started to type in his password when he heard a loud *BANG!* which came from Rocky's room.
He ran over to his room and banged on the door. "Hey Rocky! Are you okay in there?!"
Rocky came to the door and opened it, his face covered in bits of foam. "H-*cough* Hey Chase." He said, coughing up whatever was all over his face.
"What was that?" Chase asked, visibly concerned.
"An experiment. But don't worry, I've got Marshall here to make sure nothing catches on fire." Rocky explained.
Chase looked around him to see Marshall and Zuma standing by Rocky's study table, Marshall clutching a fire extinguisher closely. Chase entered the room, sliding past Rocky and gestured to Marshall.
"Dude, you're encouraging this behavior?" He said, almost kiddingly, but not really.
"I dunno. Rocky says he might be able to come up with mini fire suppressing explosives. I couldn't pass up the chance." Marshall shrugged, gesturing to the explosives, each one resembling a bright yellow grenade.
"Can't you do that on the beach? Or literally anywhere that I'm not?" Chase huffed.
"I mean, It's not dangerous or anything." Rocky defended.
"Not dangerous? Did you not just call them 'explosives' in your own words?" Chase said, pointing at the grenades.
Yeah…but they're non-lethal." Rocky said.
"Non-lethal till a piece of shrapnel hits you in the eye." Chase said, having some experience with real grenades.
"I'm working to make the grenades even less dangerous than they already are. The newer models won't have the 'explosive' effect." Rocky said, gesturing to a schematic on his desktop computer.
"Hey, I mean, you're the mad scientist. Do what you want. Just please make sure Marshall doesn't lose an arm." Chase shrugged, turning around to exit the room.
"Oh, don't you care if I lose an arm?" Rocky asked, jokingly.
"Eh…you're probably destined to lose one anyway in some tragic lab explosion." Chase said nonchalantly.
"Oh, gee. Thank's." Rocky said, closing the door on him.
Chase chuckled to himself as walked over to his room, but before doing so, decided to take a detour. Redirecting himself, he walked down the hallway and ran up the stairs to the top floor, walking out to the observation deck and sitting down on a small bench that they had placed there.
Pulling off his leather jacket, he folded it and laid it down on his lap as he enjoyed the view.
The afternoon sky was bright and cheerful as he looked upon it's glowing beauty. The sun glistened on the swaying, swirling, dynamic blue ocean, giving it a silver haze.
In the distance, he could see Zuma on his jet-ski, gliding across the bay with not a care in the world. Though he couldn't really make out his face from the distance, he could tell he was having the time of his life.
There was nobody that loved water like Zuma. He was constantly out on the ocean and only ever came back to land when there was a mission, food or the team was going to hang out somewhere.
When he wasn't sailing, he was surfing, diving or swimming. Even when he wasn't actually on the water, he was reading about oceanography or marine biology. Sometimes when he didn't want to sleep in the Lookout, he'd go sleep on the bed he had put on his SAR boat.
Chase couldn't help but smile to himself. Thinking about his team always made him smile. At 17 years old, he had accomplished things that most adults never could. One of them namely being to establish trust and respect in a fully successful first response team.
They had to be some of the bravest, most dedicated dogs around. All of them not even being fully mature adults had more guts, bravado and courage that would put some professionals to shame. They had been through so much together, the eight of them…. and….
Chase' eyes fluttered open and he looked up above his shoulder to Everest standing there with a slight smile on her face. It occurred to him that he must have dozed off.
"Hey… how long have you been standing there?" Chase whispered, readjusting his eyes to the light.
"Eh.. a few seconds at most. This seat taken?" She asked, gesturing to the space next to him.
"Yes, actually. My girlfriend should be here in a few minutes." Chase grinned cheekily.
"Oh. Well at least tell me she's pretty if she's worth saving a seat for." Everest said, playing along.
"The second prettiest thing I've ever laid eyes on." Chase teased.
"Wha?.. Second?" Everest asked, holding her hand to her chest, pretending to be offended.
"Yep. The first thing is that car sitting in that garage downstairs." Chase said blatantly, holding back a smile.
Everest smacked his shoulder while grimacing at him before breaking into a smile and sitting down next to him.
"So…what'cha doing?" Everest asked, looking out at the sky.
"Just enjoying some quiet." Chase said, breathing in the sea-smelling air.
"Oh, okay." Everest nodded, staying quiet.
"I didn't mean you had to be quiet. I enjoy listening to you talk." Chase said, justifying his sentence.
"I know. I just don't really have anything to say."
"Well…how was your day?"
"It was… a usual summer day for me, honestly. You know that I'm only ever really needed around winter time."
"That's not true. You're always needed."
"I appreciate it, honey. But, you, Marshall, Skye, Rubble and Tundra are the essential ones around here. Zuma and I are seasonal." Everest said.
Chase frowned and placed his hand under Everest's chin and gently turned her head towards him. "You are not seasonal. You are always needed. You are always valuable. And you are always a part of this team. Just as much as anyone else."
Everest smiled. "Thank you…"
They sat for a moment not saying anything. However, Chase noticed Everest's expression quickly changed.
"How long is Gina going to be sentenced for?" Everest said solemnly.
Chase' warm grin quickly faded. "...w-what do you mean?"
"I'm not an idiot Chase. I know she's the one that robbed the corner store." Everest frowned.
"How'd you know?" Chase said quietly, almost whispering.
"I saw almost the whole thing from the balcony. Only she drives a car like that." Everest sighed, looking out towards the ocean.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be hurt." Chase admitted.
"I know. But, it is what it is. What bothers me most is that she's really not a bad person. She just does bad things. Before this, it was attempted carjacking. Except she failed and got away." Everest said, seeming grimmer every passing second.
"I'm aware. And that's…why I didn't take her in." Chase said, seeming to clench.
"You did what?!" Everest said, raising her voice and looking dead at him.
"What? I thought you would be happy." Chase asked.
Everest rubbed her face, seeming agitated. "Okay… I understand why you did it. But Chase, you cannot continue to keep letting her go. If she does something wrong, she has to pay for it. Or she will never learn her lesson." Everest said, looking dead serious.
"I… I didn't-..." Chase stuttered, trying to come up with a logical explanation. But before he could, Everest put her finger to his lips, suddenly looking at him compassionately.
"I'm not mad at you. I know why you did it. You have a big heart and you're very kind. The problem is, sometimes you're too kind. If Gina continues to go around robbing people or pulling off crimes and you don't put her away…you'll be doing her a huge disservice. And one day, she might get into some huge trouble, with people that won't hesitate to hurt her, or worse."
Chase stayed quiet for a moment, realizing how wrong he had been over the years.
"Man… when you're right, you're right. I promise she'll see justice if she ever pulls off anything like this ever again. But… I can't arrest her now. I swore to her I'd let her go this one last time and I have to keep my word." Chase shrugged.
"That's fine. She's my sister… I honestly don't want her to be arrested at all. But wrong actions have repercussions. And she won't have anyone to blame but herself." Everest said.
Chase suddenly smiled. "How'd you get so freakin' wise?"
"Well, I've been spending a lot of time listening to Rocky's memos." Everest smiled back.
"You were supposed to say it's because I'm such a wiz. Duh…" Chase said, grinning a handsome smile.
"Oh…is that so? Sorry about that, blue. I didn't get the script." Everest said, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.
"Ooh. Did I do something good?" Chase joked, sensing what was coming next.
"Yeah… you woke up this morning." Everest whispered, closing her eyes.
Chase reciprocated, closing his eyes and about to have their lips meet when…
A small vibration resonated from Chase' pocket before playing his 'Axel F' ringtone.
The two teenager's expressions changed to a miserable frown as they withdrew from each other, allowing Chase to reach for his dark blue military style encased cell phone and look at the screen, which read, "The Boss".
"Ughh… It's the sergeant. I gotta take this." Chase sighed, before pressing the green button.
"Hello?--Yes sir.--I'm fine, sir.--I'm at home, sir.--No, I was not able to apprehend the thief. He or she got away.--Umm…yes I was in the general vicinity, but I had to encircle the corn crops to get to the car and by the time I did…-- A report? Now?--No…--My apologies…I'll be there in a few minutes.--Yes sir. Goodbye sir."
Chase hung up the phone and breathed out with exasperation, looking over to Everest.
"I'm sorry. Duty-..."
"-Calls." Everest interrupted, finishing his sentence, a disappointed but understanding look on his face.
Chase picked up on this and kissed her on the head. "Tell you what. I'll make it up to you… Wanna go out on Friday? We'll do whatever you want."
"Anything?" Everest asked.
"Anything…well, almost anything. No alcohol. Or drugs… or you know what." Chase smirked.
"I know that. You don't need to give me the mom talk." Everest laughed.
"Sorry… I forgot you and your sister are extremely different."
"What do you mean?"
"Well you're very responsible and you have morals… Gina is carefree and kinda loose…" Chase said, kind of mumbling towards the end.
"How do you know she's loose?" Everest asked, suddenly perking up.
"Well, ya' know…. It's easy to see that she's not hesitant to get…physical." Chase shrugged.
"Not really. She's actually pretty tight-nit in that way…at least, that's how she is with everyone else." Everest said, slight suspicion in her voice.
"She is? Never would have guessed. It's funny actually because-..."
"Hey. You're changing the subject. How do you know she's loose? Straight answer."
"Well. She may have said some things…"
"She came onto you?"
"N-o. She just may or may not have looked at me and said some suggestive things, k?" Chase said, his voice cracking and his face turned slightly red through the thin layer of fur.
"You're cute when you're nervous." Everest suddenly smiled, throwing him off.
"Look. I really gotta go, okay? I'll see you later."
"No, I'll see you."
"Ugh, don't say that. That sounds like something she would say." Chase shuddered before sprinting away into the elevator and going down.
Everest chuckled to herself and smiled, turning around and facing the ocean once more, enjoying the blissful silence.
15 Minutes Later: 4:45 P.M: Precinct Urbana
The dark blue Camaro growled as it entered the medium sized parking lot and rolled up to the front spaces.
Chase gave it one last loud rev before turning it off and getting out. Secretly, he did this to annoy his fellow officers and loved every moment of it.
He walked through the doors, striding confidently through the main lobby. He saw an officer slowly making his way over to him to ask him for identification and quickly pulled out his badge and flashed it in the air, not giving it a second thought as he brushed past him.
Other officers waved and greeted him as he simply nodded his head or made other gestures as a returned greeting. Walking past all of them, he made his way to the stairs and quickly scaled them for three floors and exited them, walking towards his sergeant's office and knocking.
"Come in." Sergeant Davis called out, not looking up from his paperwork. Chase opened the door and saluted, dropping his mostly carefree demeanor.
"At ease. Take a seat." He said, as Chase sat down promptly.
"Permission to speak freely?" Chase asked.
"Granted." Davis replied.
"What did you need me here for, Sarge?" Chase asked again, unsure of his purpose of being there.
The sergeant looked up from the paperwork sprawled across his desk and placed his fist underneath his chin.
"Chase. You're a pretty sharp kid. Smart enough to outdo three quarters of this department's officers. I'd even consider you slick… but not slick enough to pull wool over my eyes." The officer said with somewhat of a piercing look.
"What do you mean?" Chase said, unflinching.
"You can drop the poker-face. I know you lost the suspect on purpose." Davis accused.
"With all due respect, sir. You don't know anything… When the thief attempted to overtake me, he or she crashed into the cornfields and-..."
"And you couldn't get out of the car to apprehend them?"
"No, if you'll let me finish, I'll tell you that the car was so deeply plowed into the field that I had to find a roadway to reach it." Chase defended.
"Your Police issued interceptor is an SUV by your own request. You're telling me that you couldn't just drive into the field?"
"I…wasn't in my SUV." Chase said, suddenly releasing he put his foot in his mouth.
"Well, no shit." Davis retorted sarcastically.
"You knew?"
"Pfft, yeah. While I was sitting here filing insurance for the department's vehicles, all I heard from my radio was officers going back and forth about the suspects activity…and your loud-ass car."
Chase put on his 'BUSTED' face and stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. Positive that baratement was coming any second.
But to his surprise, the sergeant stayed eerily calm. A bit more than usual.
"Listen Chase. You're a very unique person. You definitely stand out amongst the rest here and I see a bright future for you. Possibly even a commander's position."
"Thank you…but it's not really my style."
"Heh, you think I don't know that? You're most definitely Detective material if I've ever seen it. You have a strong sense of justice and you're tough. However…you're a wildcard and you like to act on your own protocol. That, I can't allow." Davis stated, shaking his head.
"What do you mean?" Chase asked.
"What I mean is, you hunting down criminals in your personal vehicle and clothes is unallowable. You don't have Undercover clearance and therefore, it's a violation."
"So how do I get clearance?"
"Let's start with being 21. You're still considered a minor and I myself am still not quite sure how the government okayed you and your team to be…well, a team."
"So what you're saying is…no more active duty in personal attire?" Chase asked, changing the subject.
"Yes. No leather jacket, no jeans and no muscle car. Which reminds me… I'm posting you tonight in AB-Sector 3 for a reacclimation session. Or in other words, Highway Patrol." Davis stated informatively.
"Highway Patrol?! But there's no highway!" Chase exclaimed.
Davis slid fist up to his mouth to conceal a small chuckle. Chase was somewhat right in saying so.
Truth be told, there was a highway…just not much of one. When Adventure Bay started growing in popularity, the 8000 mile island caught the attention of real estate investors and builders. Not to mention that with the boom of population, the United States government decided to fund standard road, sewage, energy and farm systems to kickstart the island's growth.
In doing this, it was decided that a highway system was essential to growth. However, they started the project only two years ago, meaning that they had only built up around the bottom borderline of the island.
So to Chase' dismay, he was patrolling about forty miles of dark, publicly unopened road.
"But Sarge, there's not even going to be anyone there. What'll be my purpose for being there? I mean seriously, what am I going to do? Make sure the construction workers don't yell too loudly?" Chase asked, desperately trying to get out of his newly assigned task, but to no avail.
"Your reason for being there is to readjust your mindset to the confines of a uniform and protocol. Also… You're not making your quota."
"Well goddammit. Why didn't you just say that?"
"Eh. I figured if I needed something for the books on why I have you out there at midnight, I'd need to practice my answer."
"You're cruel, Miles." Chase said, using his sergeant's first name to annoy him.
"The chief can be even crueler… unless you prefer me to tell him what you've been doing." Davis smiled, gesturing to Chase that he was free to go.
"No no no no no. There's no need for that, thank you." Chase said, quickly getting up and saluting before exiting.
The ride home was short and sweet, but the feeling of having to go out later on that night made Chase slightly annoyed. He had actually been looking forward to a nice workout, warm shower and a great night's sleep…but so much for that.
Rolling up yet again to the garage, he saw Rocky's bay door open with him in it, a bike wheel in one hand and a pump in the other.
After parking his car, Chase walked over to Rocky and greeted him with a very puzzled,
"Since when have you had a bike?"
Rocky looked up with a confused look as well. "Umm…since always?"
"Really? I've never seen you ride it once… and it's metal? I thought it would be made out of woodor something. Considering you're such a hippie and all." Chase teased.
Rocky sighed. "First off: Not a hippe. I'm an environmentalist-..."
"Bro, same difference."
"No that's not-..! Ughh… That's besides the point. And second: Why would I have a wooden bike?" Rocky stuttered.
"Because it would be biode-whatever the hell."
"BIODEGRADABLE!! And No! That's just stupid."
"Rocky. You can't expect me to take your opinions on stupidity when you are literally wearing lime green bike shorts." Chase mocked, starting to laugh.
Rocky began blushing underneath his fur. "Ah, go to hell. What would you know about style anyway? Everything you own is 80's-90's oriented."
"Nuh-uh." Chase refused, shaking his head.
"My guy… you are wearing a leather jacket in 72 degree weather… And I'm the problem here?"
"Yes. Those shorts are a sin against humanity. Throw them away and go make amends with god or something before he strikes you lightning. Or I just straight up save him some time and run you over." Chase teased, laughing profusely.
"I'll have you know these are Fila! My mom paid 150 just to send these here."
"Really? Well I'll pay her 150 just to take them back to the purgatory from where they came." Chase sputtered, completely losing himself in laughter.
"Tundra liked them." Rocky said, desperately trying to find any way to defend his shorts.
"Tundra's also the official personification of kind.. She definitely didn't want to hurt your feelings." Chase said.
"Yeah, but she said she liked them. And it looked pretty convincing."
"She also said she liked your mineral collection. But let's be honest…does anybody like your mineral collection?"
"Alright! Alright! You win, okay? I'll go get some black ones." Rocky exclaimed exasperatedly.
"That reminds me. What's with the bike stuff anyway?"
"Well, you know how Rubble has been contracted to oversee the residential construction projects, right?'
"Yep."
"Well I've already been called in to structure commercial building architecture. Almost every building you're gonna see in that city is gonna be designed by mwa. And there are already a few of them built." Rocky beamed proudly.
"Now that, I'm positive you'll be great at. Just as long as you don't draw buildings like you pick shorts, we'll all be fine." Chase smiled cunningly.
"You're never gonna let that go, are you?" Rocky sighed, shaking his head.
"Nope."
"fine… Anyway, I'm going to be riding into town tonight to inspect what's already been done so far. Hey, why don't you come with me? You can check out some of what's already been built." Rocky offered.
"Ah man.. I'm so sorry, dude. Raincheck? The boss just finished ordering me to go sit in my car on the I-01 for no reason. I'm gonna be there all night." Chase sighed, visibly annoyed.
"Why would he do that?"
"Cause he's a jerk." Chase huffed, crossing his arms.
"Well… I guess we'll just have to do it another time." Rocky said.
"For sure, man." Chase said, having a sorry look on his face.
"Okay. Hey, I'm gonna hold you to it." Rocky said, pointing at him.
"I won't miss it for anything. I swear." Chase said before walking inside.
Rocky was left standing there alone with only his thoughts and his bike. As he started to hook up the front wheel to the air pump, he looked down at his shorts. "Oh shit… These are ugly." He said, laughing to himself.
2 Hours Later: 7:15 P.M: Lookout Tower
Chase frowned as he looked at himself in the mirror, buttoning up his light blue uniform shirt and black tie, clipping his golden badge to his left chest pocket. He loaded his gun and set it to safety mode before holstering it.
Grabbing his hat on the way out, he walked into the hallway and shut the door behind him. Making his way to the elevator, down all seven floors and out to the garage area where his two vehicles sat.
One was his Camaro. The other was a bright white and blue 2017 Police Chevrolet Tahoe. The Suburban sat in its bay shined and ready for action, considering how little Chase used it.
Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't because Chase didn't like the Tahoe or that it was ugly. He actually happened to really enjoy its looks and performance. The problem is, he loved his personal car more.
Walking past his Camaro, its upright suspension seemed to almost groan and sink, symbolizing its disappointment in not being picked for the assignment. Chase, who loved vehicles, had an interesting habit of talking to them, even though they could never say anything back.
As he passed it, he turned around and looked at the Muscle Car. He frowned and quickly said to it like a saddened pet, "Next time, pal."
He went over and opened the door of the Suburban, sitting inside and acclimating to it. Though he had been given both vehicles just earlier that year, he never had really used this one.
"Alright, let's see what you've got." Chase said, turning over the truck's ignition. To his utter surprise, the truck revved to life with an aggressive growl.
He put the truck in the forward gear and eased down on the pedal. The loud diesel engine yanked the truck and its driver forward in a torquey launch.
"Well hot damn…" Chase muttered to himself, grinning as he pressed the pedal once more, allowing the truck to peel off.
Though being an almost 6000 pound SUV, the truck seemed to glide down the roads and bends, its four wheels gripping the road and flying forward. With the sun beginning to set, he flicked on the bright LED headlights and continued his trek towards the highway opening.
As he drove into the city, he thought about possibly going to see some of the buildings Rocky had been talking about. However after giving it some thought, he decided not to, reasoning that he didn't need to get in any more trouble at the station.
He opted to veer off at the highway entrance, guarded by construction signs and Police issued laws that would not allow drivers to go past. Entering the highway, he decided to allow himself to speed faster than usual, also using the long highway stretch as a great excuse to see what the SUV could do.
He pressed down on the pedal inch by inch, allowing the vehicle to respirate and soar down the highway. The loud 3.0 Liter Turbo Diesel engine roared through the air, allowing the truck to approach speeds of 100, 110, 120, 130, 140 and climbing.
Chase felt like a kid in a candy store, operating a vehicle at such high speeds… however, all good things must come to an end and this was no different.
Since he had already driven through here with his Camaro several times, he knew there was a bend approaching, so he took his foot off of the gas and began to squeeze down on the brakes, bringing the truck to a slow deceleration.
Once rounding the bend with relative ease, he brought the truck to a complete stop in a gravel road stop where he stopped and shut off the truck, considering he wouldn't need to do anything for quite a while.
Stepping out of the vehicle, he shut the door and leaned against it, letting out a deep breath towards the already darkened evening sky.
"This is stupid. There is literally no point in having me be here." Chase complained, having no interest in being in the middle of an unopened highway.
Looking to his left, he saw a long, seemingly unending black and white striped highway road going for miles. To his right, the same thing.
The only difference was the crowd of construction workers he could see in the far distance. It crossed his mind to perhaps keep them company, but due to his racing through here before, he decided it was best to keep away from them considering their past reaction.
To pass the time, he wanted to jog, but when he began running it occurred to him that he was carrying an extra 20 pounds in utility equipment on his belt, so that was out of the question.
He also tried push-ups…before deciding that he needed to stay vigilant. The last thing he needed was someone popping out of the bushes somewhere and knocking him out.
So the best thing he could come up with was to listen to music while checking his MDT for any other assignment besides this. But there was nothing…because, of course.
It had to be the longest 20 minutes ever. Time seemed to tick by in slow motion. Every passing second, more agonizing than the next.
Chase found himself lying on the truck's hood, staring up at the star lit sky and let out a sigh, which somewhat surprised him.
Or, maybe it wasn't so much the sigh, but the thought that provoked it.
When he had sighed, he was thinking about how bored with life he was… and it made him worry.
It worried him that perhaps he had peaked. Perhaps he had already reached the most exciting part of his life and now everything to follow would be miserable.
You see, he was very happy with what he did. The problem was, maybe he was just too young. In fact, maybe the whole team was just too young for what they were doing.
Having the rush of being the world's youngest first responders might just make the rest of their lives pale in comparison. And Chase for sure did not want to be some miserable old dog one day, talking about how boring his life got when he hit 40.
And what about the rest of the team? Would they seriously all be doing this for the rest of their lives?
Would Everest seriously want to keep waiting all summer just to get out into the field?
Or would Marshall want to be confined to such stupid odd-jobs like pulling kites out of tree's or tightening old fire hydrants?
Would Rocky, having as much potential and technical smarts as he does, want to be stuck on this island forever?
And finally, would Chase want to be stuck here? Or would he want to move on to bigger and better things?
As the team's leader, Chase took these things to heart, wondering about his team's mental well-being. He zoned out as he got lost in thought, to the point where he almost didn't hear his radio going off.
His ears perked up when hearing it as he flew off of the hood and flung open the door, picking up the radio.
Before speaking, he heard the different conversations going back and forth on the radio.
"Send an ambulance. / We have a pedestrian down. / No armed weapons found. / Suspect in custody. Taking him to the 1st Precinct now." Different officers said, one after the other.
"This is Officer Delgado. What's the situation?" Chase spoke into the radio, cutting in.
"We have a 10-35 on Broadway Avenue." A female officer said.
"10-4. On my way." Chase said, turning on the truck and turning around on the road before flooring it.
He flicked on his lights and sirens as he flew once more down the opposite side of the highway.
"Finally…this night just might be interesting after all." He smiled as he closed in on the city, getting nearer each passing second.
When reaching the city, he tore out of the highway exit and made a few turns and straits before arriving at the scene. He flicked off the sirens but left the lights on and quickly said "10-23. On scene." Before stepping out of the vehicle and walking over to the scene.
Multiple officers were spread around the scene, some taking notes from civilians, some standing by the yellow tape, some in their cars and some blocking off the street.
"What happened here?" Chase asked another officer.
"See for yourself." The officer said grimly, pointing to the sidewalk.
A white outline layed on the sidewalk. But it wasn't just any outline… It was a body.
Chase stood there for a moment, dumbfounded and confused. "...Someone died?"
The other officer simply nodded.
".. B-... H-here? On this island? Nothing like this ever happens here." Chase stuttered.
"I know… But I guess there's always a first for something."
Chase looked around the area, his mood suddenly changed. Then, looking over to the far right…he saw something.
A medium sized bike, light gray with high suspension. The bike had fallen over and the front wheel was bent inwards. But he recognized it…
"oh my god.." Chase said, his breathing completely stopped.
"What?" The officer asked with concern.
"Who was the guy?" Chase asked, worried in his voice.
"Who?" The officer asked, genuinely confused.
"The victim! Who was it?!" Chase asked, raising his voice.
"I'm not sure." The officer shrugged.
"Don't screw with me! That's my friend's bike and it's lying right next to an outline of a dead person…who was the victim?!" Chase said, grabbing the officer's shoulders urgently, almost shaking him.
"I don't know! Who's your friend?"
"Rocky Jen-Seong." Chase said.
"Oh…" The officer exclaimed.
"Oh what?! What happened to him?! Is he the…" Chase said, starting to panic.
"No.. Your friend is alive…" The officer said reluctantly.
Chase let out a sigh of relief, but when looking at the other officer once more, he saw worry on his face.
"So he's not dead. You look like you have something else to tell me, though."
"You're friend… Does he have gray fur and slightly Asian looking?" The officer asked.
"Yeah." Chase nodded.
"Umm…you might wanna sit down for this." The officer said with worry.
10 Minutes Later: 8:36 P.M: Lookout Tower
The team were all gathered in the lounge talking to one another with a certain amount of worry and stress when they received an alert that Chase had entered the building.
When he walked into the lounge to join them, they all looked at him with concern.
"We just got off the phone with Tundra. She told us that she just finished dropping off a dead chimpanzee at the hospital. We wanted to ask you if you knew anything about it." Marshall asked, speaking on the team's behalf.
But Chase just stood there, his face grimmer than a rain cloud.
"W- what's wrong?" Marshall asked.
Chase looked up at all of them, and said quietly, almost like that of a whisper,
"Rocky's been arrested….for murder."
A/N: So there it is. Whatever it is…it's better than what I had before. Even if you don't happen to think so, it's definitely longer. The original being like 13 pages long, this one being 49 pages long.
It wasn't what I would call a masterpiece of storytelling. Quite frankly, I did it out of pure need, not want. I desperately want to get to the rest of my stories, each of them with more detailed plots and storylines that I so want to get to.
Unfortunately… I'm also a perfectionist. And I just can't bear to have a series with well written plots and dialogue when the first story is so bad. So here I am…exactly one year (and ten days) later trying to correct it and having to do the whole thing over again.
I tried to publish this story on the 12 of March, marking its one year anniversary. Unfortunately… that didn't happen because of my full time job… high school.
It's also more difficult to write when you have zero readers. I mean, I was content with the two or three that I had at a point… but it's to the point where either nobody cares, wants to read my stuff or won't give it a chance.
It's discouraging to find that your hard work doesn't get a single review for months at a time.
That's why I'm going to be taking a little break. From here to April, I'll be writing a different, action/sci-fi story, combining two of James Cameron's most famous masterpieces.
It'll be called:
Terminator: Collision Course and will be released on April 15.
If anyone cares.
See you around with Chapter 2 of the redone Injustice soon enough.