"g-go to Foggybottom sir. She works there." Rubble managed to say.
The man laughed, "When we got you, she was in town. You better not be lieing to me pup!"
The kennel door was slammed shut and the man hopped into the front seat along with the other men. The dogs all rode in the back to keep an eye on their "prisoners." They headed off to Foggy Bottom. Once they got out of town, the road became nothing, just using the grass to get to Foggy Bottom.
"Where does she work?"
"Ummm I'm not really sure..." Rubble gulped.
The man laughed then continued driving. They stopped at a bench in the middle of nowhere. They got Rubble out of the crate, putting the chain leash on again. They opened the back doors and they dogs and Socks jumped out. All that was left was their team and Bingo.
"Now mutt. Which of your friends is best at smelling down an animal.
"C-Chase sir." He didn't want to bring up Chase, but he also didn't want to lie. Chase hopped out of the van and followed the men. Suddenly, a dart hit a man and the man fell to the ground, unconscious. Rubble swirled around, Sylvia and her father standing there. The dogs growled, pointing at the two.
"We are Sylvia and Spirt!" Spirt barked, sounding more godly than dogly. The dogs surrounded them, and Rubble wondered if this was part of their plan. He saw Sylvia whispered something to her father. The two were guided down to where the others were at, and with a slight look at Rubble, he knew there was no plan. Chase growled at the dogs as they neared him, almost biting one of them until they pinned him down. Rubble gulped. The men took all the twos supplies. Then the man with the mustache, (he's the one that does mostly everything) pulled out a gun from his pocket. Rubble cowered back, realizing the dangers he had put everyone in.
"Ok Sylvia." The dogs carried Spirt away from Sylvia, so it was just Sylvia and Rubble, along with Chase in the background being squeezed like a squeaky toy from one of the guards. One man still lay on the ground unconscious.
"We are going to go to the lookout. We will began there. They all hopped in the van, throwing the unconscious man in the back, and headed for Adventure Bay again.
Once they made it up, they went into the yard.
"Sylvia and Rubble, it has now come to the time. You two will fight until there is a winner." All the paw patrol was out of the truck and now watching in terror. The guards circled around them to keep them from moving.
"I-I can't kill Rubble," Sylvia whined.
"I-I can't even hurt a fly." Rubble whimpered, ready to feel an insult coming.
"Then we'll just have to kill you both." The man pulled out a gun. Rubble whinced and cowered back a bit.
"Now, Dalmatian pup. I see your the EMT here. You are only able to save one of them, and if you don't, you will die as well, for it" Marshall nodded quickly, though Rubble could see the worry on his face. Rubble could hear Chase growling in the background, and suddenly, a stinging pain rose to his paw. He fell back, noticing that he'd been shot. Blood oozed from his wound as he yelped in pain. He had never felt such pain in his life, even when his parents had abandoned him in that burning home. Marshall ran beside him, already having bandages. The man laughed, and pointed the gun at Sylvia. Rubble gasped, "Sylvia wasn't going to get saved by Marshall. She's gonna die!" He thought, whining,
watching as the man pulled the trigger.
For another side of the story, visit my other story, A Shepherd's Backstory.