Rubble sighed, leading the men right to the lookout. His friends were there. His family. And he was leading them right into danger. As they crossed the bridge and went up the driveway, Rubble noticed there were no puphouses, all of them were vehicles. He thought about what he had gotten into as they neared the glass doors. The men kneeled down to Rubble's level, "Okay pup, get me your owner and friends. If you fail to..." the man whispered so Rubble couldn't hear what he had said. Rubble quickly nodded and was let off the leash. He didn't want to risk being tackled by one of those bigger dogs, so he walked up to the doors. He barked, trying to get someone's attention. He stepped back as the glass doors opened. Ryder was there. "Rubble? Where have you been!" Ryder tried to hug Rubble, but he cowered back, hit tears in his eyes for rejecting the hug. Ryder had a confused expression on his face as Rubble saw Chase and Rocky walk out the door.
They stood beside Ryder, just as confused, "Rubble!" They howled excitedly, getting the other pup's attention to come out here.
When Marshall ran out, he tried hugging him, but Ryder put his arm out to block the dally, "Somethings not right..."
Rubble heard the men walk out of the bushes, and he whispered to the team, "I'm sorry..." tears dropped down his muzzle as the men and dogs stood behind Rubble.
"You must be the men that took my dog. Please give him back." Ryder begged.
The men shook their head, "We want Sylvia. She can kill. Not some mutt you have."
"Then give me my dog back!" Ryder yelled, and Rubble winced at the anger. One thing Rubble learned, was never growl or yell at the scorpions.
The man laughed and nodded to two other men. They went behind Ryder and grabbed him by the arms. Chase was ready though, and he growled. He ran for the men, trying to bite their legs, but two dogs also tackled him.
Rubble whimpered, "Stop hurting them!" The chain leash was pulled again, choking Rubble. Tears flew out of his eyes as he tried helping his friends.
"Now... bring us Sylvia." The man said. Ryder and the pups stopped struggling and nodded, not wanting to get more hurt. The men carried Ryder behind the one man with the mustache, and the other pups followed. Chase was the most stubborn, and was getting nipped in the haunches if he didn't move. They all scurried to the back, and waited for Sylvia at the lookout. Rubble jumped as he felt a paw on his back. He turned around slowly, tears still rolling down his face.
"It'll be okay. We'll get out of this." Bingo barked, in a soothing, calming voice.
The man pounded on the door, and Sylvia came into view. The man smiled, "Are you Sylvia?"
Sylvia shook her head, "No Sylvia is... Sylvia is my daughter."
The man laughed, "Seems a bit to young to have pups, ain't she Mike." The man in the black clothes laughed.
"Well, where is your daughter?" The man asked.
"She's off at work in Foggybottom, Sir." Sylvia barked, trying to sound professional.
The men nodded and left the lookout, turning towards their truck. They opened the back of their van and told Ryder and the pups to get in. Rubble hopped in, but the leash pulled him back. They threw Marble in the back, and put Rubble in the kennel. They carried the kennel to the front, putting him on the middle row. "Now... tell me who and where Sylvia is, or we will hurt your friends."
Rubble gulped, not knowing what to do.