Chapter 8: Dogfight. (Pun intended)

I slammed the button on the yoke with my thumb, and the dual launchers fired several rocket projectiles, taking down every single drone.

Paul: Black Jet to every pup, activate your rescue modes and join the fight!

All (on radio): Roger that Black Jet!

And with that, everyone activated their rescue modes.

"You will not get away with this PAW Patrol!" The Duke yelled from his spot, and launched a large army of drones to attack us.

Paul: Black Jet to every pup, stick together!

And with that, every jet went into formation and fended off all the drones one by one. And when a drone was shot or taken down, Rocky managed to catch all of them in his recycling bin.

We all knew Skye did not have anything to fend off the drones, so we all surrounded her front side since the drones were coming from that direction.

In addition, she still had the gem with her, so we protected her in any way we could.

"Argh! This isn't going to work!" The Duke whispered to Jean-Claude, who landed on his arm.

"We're going to need a different approach." He added as he pushed a big red button, and a launcher came out from below the Duke's jet. It fired a supersonic heat-seeker and...

Completely missed them?!

"Ha, you're gonna do better than that!" I said.

But that was before I looked back when I realized it made a U-turn and headed straight towards Skye. Only, she doesn't even know!

"SKYE NO!" I cried out, turning around and flying into the missile's path.

I slammed the yoke button again, but an error showed in the screen, stating that I ran out of ammunition.

So I had no other choice...

I pushed my throttle lever forward, making me increase speed, and headed straight for the missile.

Skye turned around and saw it.

Skye: Paul, what are you doing?!

Chase: Paul, stop!

Zuma: Don't do it dude!

Ryder and Rubble in unison: Paul, NO!

But I ignored all their calls, I had to do the right thing...

For Skye...

For the PAW Patrol...

For all of Barkingburg!

As I was about to collide with the missile, I murmured what I thought was going to be my last prayer.

"Lord God. Save me!"

KABOOM!

The missile hit the right side of my jet, causing the wing on that side to be severed clean off the aircraft.

My jet didn't hold too well, and it was now plummeting down to the ground at several thousand kilometers per hour.

I tried leveling the jet, but to no avail. Desperate, I clung the rosary in my hand, hoping my prayer was answered.

"PAUL!" Everyone screamed.

But to Skye, instead of screaming my name, maxed the throttle on her jet and made a sharp maneuver until she was now after my crippled jet.

Skye: Paul, I'm coming!

Meanwhile, several alarms were flashing and blaring in my cockpit. I was fighting for control, but with only one wing?!

It was almost impossible to regain control. And worse, as I pulled the ejection cord, I may have pulled too hard.

But then, I saw that Skye was flying towards me with her line lowered.

Skye: Skye to Black Jet, just sit tight!

Paul: I'm already sitting tight. But mostly because of G-forces!

Eventually, Skye managed to latch onto my jet. I pumped my hand in triumph, but I did it too soon, because after the hook latched onto my jet, she pulled up too abruptly.

And strangely, the winch wheel got pulled out from the underside, causing Skye's jet to pitch vertically and stall, and as for my jet; the damage worsened.

"Ah darn it! I knew I forgot something during the troubleshoot!" I exclaimed.

Both jets were now falling to the ground, but thankfully, it was now only 5,000ft free-fall, but still pretty bad.

"PAUL! SKYE! NO!" Ryder exclaimed loudly from the Mission PAW HQ, then he went to get his Mission PAW flight suit.

"Two jets in one go. How intimidating!" Said the Duke. "But we still have to get that gem. Come on Jean-Claude!" He added before him and his bird went inside their jet and followed both jets.

"GAAAAAAAH!" Both Skye and I screamed, still falling.

Both of us activated the parachutes in our jets, and that seemed to slow our fall, but only for 3 seconds, because the G-forces tore the parachutes apart and for the next 500ft, we were falling helplessly to the ground.

CRASH!