Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers!
Welcome to "Mission" Chapter 2 If you haven't read the first part, do that, or this won't make much sense. Anyway, for those of you who have, we have another revelation of The Expert's past. If you want the whole backstory, worry not! It will come soon. Most likely at the end of the mission segment, okay? And as always, read and review!
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At the scene of the crime, The Expert observed his surroundings and noticed then that everything was gone. Everything except the footprints. It didn't take much of a genius to put two and two together and figure out that someone had cleared the place already. Could be either Mr. Porter or the thief, he thought. Likely the offender, he guessed after spotting a second set of footprints leading away in the opposite direction. [Plothole by this thief. He's almost as stupid as me.]
"Well, time to process th- what happened here?" said, then shouted, Ryder as he saw the change in the scene. The Expert said nothing.
"Now there's no way we'll find that guy," lamented Chase, as everyone got up and scattered around the area to salvage something to be able to find the felon.
The Expert silently, slowly and deliberately erratically walked to the other set of footprints and, upon reaching them, intentionally inhaled some dust to trigger a sudden involuntary expulsion of air from his nose. [More commonly known as a... a...]
"Aah-choo!" *sniffle* A sneeze.]
All heads turned to the white pup, who said half-innocently, "Just got some dust in my nose from when the thief left this way." [... That's an odd way of being subtle.]
"What?" inquired Chase, who did his best to comprehend what had just happened. [And yet it somewhat worked!]
"The thief came back here and cleared the crime scene, but left this way," The Expert said while pointing in the specified direction, "I saw a set of footprints heading there."
"But –"
"Just, look behind you, Chase." [More job-doing. He loves his job, doesn't he?]
Chase did so and saw the broken glass pane with more footprints going away from it, along with a mass of other prints in and around the area. Those other prints led to the ones where The Expert was standing.
"Now do you see?" The Expert smirk-said. [If you don't remember, a smirk-statement is one that is said as though it would accompany a smirk. But if you did, I really am stupid for giving information that you already have.]
"Hmm. You really are an expert at these things," remarked Chase. [That is why he's called 'The Expert', after all.]
With that out of the way, the police German Shepherd followed the tracks. The Bernese mountain dog decided to go back to the station to wait for the inevitable results, but he was stopped by Ryder.
"I thought you said that you were an interrogator. It seems to me that you are acting more as an investigator," the PAW Patrol leader stated. [Plot device invented by me because I was stupid and made him an investigator will appear in 3, 2, 1...]
"When I was not such a stoic pup, I was very curious about detective work. I would always like to see how they went about their work, and I picked up all the tricks used by the professionals. I thought I would be more of an investigator than an interrogator, until my father told me that he was an interrogator. Since I respected my father so much, I wanted to be just like him, so I asked him to teach me how to interrogate someone. And that turned me into who I am now, with half the stoicism." [There. Backstory addition. Of course, the full story will be available later.]
"Oh. Well, it's a good thing I added detective features to your pack. I had one for a detective, and you fit the criteria best, so I gave it to you. Now, you fit the criteria even more, since you've revealed that you're an 'expert' –" he said with air quotes – "in this field of detective work. And your pack will be very useful indeed." [Glad he thought that through.
"Really? I did not expect that," asked a virtually invisibly surprised The Expert. [But he is stoic so ... you know what, you finish that yourself. It's straightforward and I'm stupid for not realising it.]
"Yeah. Good thing I thought that through, right?" [I just said that!]
"Right. Although, you didn't think through the fact that I would need a vehicle," the pup jested.
Ryder laughed. "Yeah, guess not. I'll have Rocky concoct something for you right now." He contacted Rocky to do just that. [Good. Now he can drive and not have to be driven by Chase. Or else... (fast-forward to the next ellipsis (...) for the answer)]
And the Expert headed to the station.
Meanwhile, Chase had found the cleared evidence in a bag, hidden in an alleyway. It was lying so suspiciously visible that Chase had to check to see if anyone had laid a trap. No one. This robber's very amateur. I'll just take this and return to Ryder. [Another plothole by the thief.]
He picked it up and ran off as quickly as possible, lest the offender of the law return to see him. [Now, a plothill by Chase.]
Upon returning, Chase saw that The Expert was not present. He put down the bag, approached Ryder and asked him.
"He went to the station. Must have been to wait for you and the team to return with the evidence," Ryder answered. [How did he find that out? That should have been impossible. Unless he's the opposite of me; smart.]
"On foot? That might take a while… but how did he know that I was going to be back without any problems?" Chase questioned curiously.
"Maybe he didn't and just got impatient."
"But you don't just leave your teammates to wait for their return – if they return at all! [Good point raised by Chase. It's actually true.] That's taking a risk, unless you're absolutely certain that they'll be fine."
"Well, that's a dilemma for later. You have the evidence, so we can take it to the station, and ask him then."
And the two started to leave, until:
"We're missing the others, aren't we?" Ryder was visibly annoyed as he asked. [At them? Or at yourself? For being stupid like me, obviously, but at whom?]
"I'll find them," said Chase while heaving a sigh. He headed off to the area to locate the rest of the group.
He returned with no issues finding the team and bringing them back to a waiting Ryder. And with the team reassembled, they returned to the police station. [Nice. Now let's check up on The Expert.]
The Expert was half-asleep when they turned up. He was in a mess. His once pure white fur was now dirty and matted with sweat. His eyes appeared as though they hadn't closed in a week. [... that happens.[Separate comment: That sounds really bad. I once stayed up one full day and I had reddened eyes already. Imagine a week.] Nevertheless, he was still alert enough to detect the team's arrival.
"Hey Chase. Ryder. And everyone else, the names of whom I can't remember." [The Expert has a habit of using old grammar. So do I. What a strange coincidence.]
The others just shrugged. The Expert actually had never bothered to learn them. [Sounds typical of him.]
"Why did you leave us so suddenly? I could have been in dire peril," Chase stated, wanting answers.
"That thief is bad at what he tries to do. Sure, he attempted to clear the scene to save his skin, but he hadn't checked to see if any prints had been left. That's a sign of an amateur."
"That's what I had thought. It does make sense."
"Let the team process the evidence. Team – sorry I can't remember your names –" he said, earning more shrugs, "contact us when you have the answer."
"Of course. Our condolences also that we cannot remember yours," answered the team rather cheekily.
"I wonder why that is," The Expert said, playing along. [Again, he says exactly what I think. Weird? ... No. I wrote this fanfic, so of course he does.] He then turned to his colleagues as the team left with the bag of evidence. "I suggest we head back to the Lookout to get some rest."
"Why? We aren't tired," protested Chase. [Really? I beg to differ.]
"Yawn," The Expert smirk-said.
Chase yawned. [And that is why.]
"How does that work?" inquired Ryder. [Protestation against ... I'm gonna shut up because it's gonna be said on the next line anyway.]
"Protestation against fatigue enhances the feeling caused," the dirty albino said as he also heaved a yawn. [There. You see?] "Let's go," he said tiredly.
"Agreed."
So the trio went home, where they were bombarded with several questions. [Questions that will be put in the next chapter.]
And now, chapter 2 is completed! I'll try to upload chapter 3 soon, so stay tuned for that. And as usual, review! ... Please?
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