Paw Patrol The Terminal

by Mysteryman13

Then Paw Patrol breaks up, Mayor Goodway is murdered, Adventure Bay is in turmoil. As the pups go their separate ways they are thrown into a complex mystery, where their enemies are their own friends.

1. Mora

This is my first Paw Patrol Fanfiction. It may seem to have nothing to do with Paw Patrol at first but things are not always what they seem. Terminal is a synonym for end

yours truly

Mysteryman13

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Chapter 1

Mora

A pup walked to the corner of the street and into blue phone booth she stood up on her hind legs and dialled four once then seven once then seven four times. The floor of the phone booth moved downward until it stopped.

The pup walked out and scanned her paw on a keypad and a metal door opened.

She was greeted by a human secretary at a desk.

"Name?" the secretary asked.

"Mora," the pup responded.

"Code name," the secretary asked.

"Agent Fearless," Mora answered.

"What was the name of the man who discovered the America?" The secretary asked.

"Christopher Columbus," Mora said.

"Welcome Agent Fearless," the secretary said, as she punched in a code that opened a door.

Mora walked in and looked around at the control room, dogs walked by carrying reports and mission statements, humans sat at desks typing on computers or analyzing data. She walked up to her partner's desk which was as usual covered with papers.

"Agent Fearless," he said as he picked up his coffee mug and took a sip.

"Agent Reckless," she said with a smile on her face.

"You know I really have to get them to change that name." He said. "How was the mission Mora?"

"Productive," Mora responded. "What are you working on Greg."

"Well right now-" he said then stopped as he looked at his computer screen. Then he got up from his chair and practically ran up some stairs to the chief's office. Mora looked at the computer and saw a post on an Adventure Bay social media site, the headline simply read

Paw Patrol Breaks Up

Then an alarm went of "Beow! Beow!"

"Multiple missiles have targeted our base," A woman with blond hair said.

"Prepare the shield!"

Boom! went a missile and then the ceiling caved in.

Boom! Boom! went more missiles.

"Remain calm everybody!" said the booming voice of the chief. "Get out of here and get to the safe house."

"Greg," Mora thought

A shadow fell over her and a wall beam fell on her legs pinning her down.

A mysterious figure came out from the ashes and smoke, and then the entire world went black.

The world is like wood and paper it only takes one brave soul to light it on fire.

- M H.