AN: God, I feel terrible for waiting this long to update it. I feel guilty for doing this to you guys, especially since a lot of people like this fic. Between this and my mess up with that last Everest Gone Missing Chapter I feel terrible. Hopefully I can provide you guys with forgiveness by giving you a good chapter.
I'm also trying to get a one shot done, what it is, I won't tell you as I am still in process of deciding what I want for a one shot (and no, I'm not asking for ideas). I feel like I need a really good episode of the show to inspire me again like previous ones have done. They are good, don't get me wrong, but I need something special. Anyway, lots of action in this one. Ryder and Pups first, then Zuma next chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol
"You can lay down and die, or you can get up and fight, but that's it - there's no turning back."- Jon English
If Ryder had been in his room when the explosion happened, he would have been a goner. Thankfully, his bladder had called in the middle of the night for attention. Just as he was exiting the bathroom, a series of explosions rocked the Lookout as fire and broken glass scattered around the area. Ryder was on the top floor, shaking his head and fighting the ringing in his ears as he looked around in horror. The Lookout, all of it, was on fire. The smoke was reaching to his mouth and he quickly ducked down to avoid choking on it.
Since the top was on fire, he assumed the bottom was as well. The elevator was out of commission, and going down the slide was too dangerous. He made for his pole before stopping himself. It was most likely burning hot right now due to the heat. Taking his shirt off, he wrapped it around his hands before sliding down, only this time he pressed a button on the way down. Instead of the garage, where his ATV would be, he slid further underground to a new location he had been building for awhile now.
Landing on the ground, his pup pad activated and he answered the call. "Ryder here!"
"Ryder! Sir! Thank God you're okay!" shouted Chase with tears in his eyes as the video showed him and the pups looking at him with relief. "Where are you?! The Lookout is in flames and I think we got intruders here after us!"
"I'm in the bottom base. Listen, head down here. Rocky knows the way! I think these intruders are here to finish us off if those bombs didn't do it! Be careful! I'll get everything prepared!" shouted Ryder as he ended the call, but just as he did the sound of bullets flying made his heart leap.
I have to get the stuff ready! Replied Ryder as he went further into the base to switch it to main power and give the pups some back up in the help of a friend.
It was time to test out the H.A.V.O.C. gear.
When the bullet nearly grazed Chase's head, he quickly barked for the others to stay low and follow him for cover. They quickly separated to make it harder targets for their shooters to hit. The Paw Patrol retreated to the back of the burning Lookout, but Marshall and Rubble quickly alerted them to the shooters coming in on opposite sides.
"What do we do?! We're done for!" shouted Rubble, shaking in fear.
"We stand our ground," whispered Chase, closing his eyes. "Pups, it was an honor being with you."
The five friends nodded as the two groups surrounded them and aimed their machine guns. Closing their eyes, they waited for the end, but suddenly something zoomed in and knocked the first group off their backs at lighting speeds. The second group, alerted that their buddies were under attack, started shooting in the air at the new attacker which made the group wince.
Marshall opened his eyes and tried to get a feel for his chest. "Hey, we're not dead."
"Look!" shouted Skye, opening her eyes. "Robodog!"
"Arf! Arf!" the flying mechanical dog said as it dived down at the second group that was firing at it. It waved and turned in the air before unleashing a smoke cloud that blinded the second group. Turning to his fleshy friends he barked and nodded to the Lookout.
"We got our chance! Let's move!" shouted Chase as he lead the others around the smoked group who were too blinded to see them. Fighting the smoke in their own eyes, the group managed to head over to Ryder's garage which Rocky opened with a bark command.
"This way!" he shouted as he walked over to another control pad the others had never seen before. He pressed his paw on the scanner and a chute appeared from the wall. "In here!"
One by one, the pups all went down the chute with it closing behind them just as the last of them went through.
By the time the pups all landed, they were in a big dogpile that reminded them of their trips to the elevator. If it wasn't for the fact their home was burning, and they were close to getting shot, it would have been funny. Getting up, they saw they were in some kind of big spacious room, but it was too dark for them to see in it. That's when the lights turned on, blinding them for a bit, before they could see what they had entered. They stood in awe of it.
It was a big underground room in the shape of a circle. A massive computer, bigger than the one in the Lookout, stood on the far side of the room. On each side of the circle were three colored areas, each holding the color for their respective Paw Patrol pup, on opposite sides. For each colored area, there was a giant cylinder object about the size big enough for an average adult human to enter. Each one had their pup logos on it in coordination with their colors. What they contained the group didn't know, but they guess it held their new equipment. There was also a small metal gate fit enough for an SUV for each of them, and it was connected to a colored track. Each of the tracks lead to a bigger track that had a red arrow pointing to a giant metal gate that was sealed shut.
The final interesting aspect of the place was the giant Paw Patrol logo on the top of the ceiling was black and gold instead of red and white.
"What is this place?" asked Chase, looking around.
"This is the H.A.V.O.C. Center," replied Ryder, turning around on the chair in front of the computer. The pups stared at him as he stood up, dressed in new gear. He was wearing a black Kevlar vest with the Paw Patrol logo on the right side of his chest while a Ka-bar knife was pouched on his left side. On the back of the vest was his name as well as the number one. He wore a long sleeved black shirt with red and white streaks on the sides while covering his lower area in black combat jeans and boots complete with a gun holster. The holster was outfitted with finger scanning technology for a safer draw, and the gun it held was classic Walther PPS m2 pistol. Ryder's pup pad had been replaced with a wrist version of it on his left wrist.
The pups quickly stood in attention as Ryder addressed them all. "Pups… before we do this... I want you all to know that I would never ask you to do this if there was no other option. But ever since Damian Stone, we've had to risk our lives… and even take lives to keep us and the citizens of Adventure Bay safe." Marshall whimpered a bit, thinking about those he killed during the forest fire bombing incident months ago, but shook his head to regain focus. "As such, I decided to enact Project H.A.V.O.C. which was an idea from my father that was designed to combat terrorism. I never wanted to put this into practice until you were older… but I guess we have no choice." He turned to the main computer and pressed a button on his wrist device, showing the shooters still trying to take down Robodog.
Their faces soon appeared on the side of the screen, listing their names, blood types, ages, crimes, and other information. "According to the police files I have, these guys are members of Stone's gang. Meaning that he came for us just as I feared."
The entire team growled upon hearing the name of the one human in the world they hated with all their hearts. "How did even get a bomb into the Lookout?" shouted Marshall.
"… the dolls!" shouted Chase, realizing at last what the weird smell was. "That's what I smelled. A bomb in the dolls! They were sent to kill us!"
"You mean I slept next to a bomb?! Oh geez," replied Rubble, shaking his body.
Ryder nodded his head. "By some twist of fate, we're all alive. But it's clear that Damian Stone isn't done with us. Since our regular gear has been destroyed, we have no choice but to use the H.A.V.O.C. gear." He pressed a button at once the cylinder like objects opened, revealing their new gear. "This isn't for recuses, pups. This is equipment meant to kill and defend yourselves with by any means nessecary. Which means you'll be spilling blood…"
The five pups looked at each other nervously. They had spilled a little blood before, but always in self-defense. This would be actual mortal combat.
"I never wanted you to do this at such a young age…" Ryder closed his eyes. "But we can't hold back anymore. Not against Stone. Not this time. However, you feel you aren't ready or don't wish to do this… I understand."
The five looked at each other for a long time. Thinking long and hard about the choice they were about to make. Finally, they each nodded to Chase who, in turn, stood up tall and saluted. "We're ready, Ryder, sir!"
Ryder gave a sad smile and nodded. "Okay, pups. Paw Patrol is on a role!"
"Ruff!" shouted the five as they rushed over to their respective colored areas and got inside the cylinders. They began to close one by one as the pups nervously prepared for their new gear.
As soon it was closed, a small platform raised the pups as a light shined down upon them. The various gears, weapons, and equipment that made up their new arsenal started to get detached from mechanical arms and make their way to their respective locations. The pups gulped but stood still as the heavy equipment was slowly attached to them from head to paw.
Meanwhile, outside, the robotic dog that had been giving the group so much trouble had finally been taken care off. It was whimpering and short circuiting from the bullet holes it had suffered from before a final shot in the head turned it off for good. "Damn, robots. They'll take over the world one day, I sweat," replied one of the goons as he reloaded his gun.
"Where are the damn dogs," replied another, looking around. "If Stone finds out we screwed up such a simple job, he'll blow our asses to kingdom come."
"Relax, what can a bunch of scared little pups do?" chuckled a third before he heard a whistle in the air. "Hey, do you guys hear th-" he didn't get a chance to finish as his head was cut off from his neck. The other gunmen stared at the headless body before it flopped to the ground, gushing out blood.
"Holy shit!" one cried out, waving his gun around in a panic. "What the heck just ha-AAAAH!" he cried as something sharp slices through is back, forcing him on the ground in bleeding pain. This time the others opened fired on a swift dark pink figure flying on what looked to be a jet pack. When she soared into the moonlight, the others couldn't help but stare at her. It was one of the pups… but different.
Skye had to admit, this new jetpack Ryder gave her moved like a breeze. With the slightest touch, she could change directions at lighting speeds thanks to her new twin radiant jets. The upgraded pup pack could be manipulated to strafe, float, or charge in any direction. Appearance wise, her gear was similar to that of a heavy SWAT like version of her previous suit with the Paw Patrol logo on the right-side of her chest while on the back, in white, was her name and the number four. Her helmet was new as well. It covered he entire face and had a black face visor that acted as a screen inside. She could see various amounts of data being presented to her including who was the enemy, where her friends were, a mini-map, a gauge for fuel, armor capacity, missile count, and dials for altitude and speed. On her front paws were long claws that she could extend back and forth in different sizes while retreating them if need be. While she felt a bit scared, and disgusted, by how sharp these claws were, she remembered that these were the bastards who served a single man who ruined her entire family's life.
They were getting no mercy.
"Ruff! Missile launcher! Fire!" shouted Skye as the sides of her jetpack opened up, revealing two sets of mini-spike missile launchers that fired into the air before sailing for their respective targets.
The humans, once getting out of their collective shock, ran away from the explosions burned the area. Some of them getting their limbs blown off while others were killed instantly. "Where the hell did they get such firepower?!"
"Who cares?! Shoot her!" shouted another one as they opened fire.
Skye was easily able to dodge the fire in the air, although one or two lucky shots hit her. The armor held up, however, as she then called Marshall and Chase. "Okay, boys. Teach them a lesson."
As soon as she did that, a section of the Lookout blew up, blinding one half of the others. Before they could react, they were starting to get gun downed by Gatling gun fire. Coming out of the fire was a heavy armored blue figure with armor much like Skye's only Chase's name was on the back as well as the number two. His pup pack held a mini gun that was quite heavy to use, but it made up for it in raw fire power. Twin ammo belts of 7.62×51mm NATO rounds were connected to it as he continued to fire with extreme prejudice. He tried not to think of the screaming and pleas for mercy as the bullets ripped the flesh of those in front of him. Only to focus on the targeting system and number of bullets he had. If he ran out, he could always engage in close combat with shock paw gauntlets.
A group of the others were trying to run away, but they then spotted something coming from the fire. It walked through it like it was no big deal, as if the heat and flames were nothing. Marshall's fire proof red armor, with his name and the number three on the back, easily made it look like he was coming out of hell, yet the cooling system made it seem like it was autumn inside. Marshall, however, felt like he had come out of hell. For all the months at the hospital, he sat there wishing it was him who died instead of that woman and her baby. Yet here he was alive. He stared at them. The sinister men who tried to kill him and his family. Marshall didn't honestly care about his life. He was ready to die any time, but he would be damned if any of them took his family to their graves. He felt no sorry or regret as he barked and opened his pup pack, revealing a modified flame thrower. With a single snarl, he opened fire, spreading the hot burning flames. He didn't feel any satisfaction killing these men as they died from a burning death, but he felt no remorse either. The only thing he wished was that it was Stone he was burning as well.
Seeing as they were out classed and out gunned, the remaining members of the team headed off to their vehicles only to see them explode in a burning bright flash one by one. Horrified the team noticed a single pup that stood a few feet from the explosion and yet didn't look back. His yellow armor held his name and the number seven on the back, although it was heavier than the others with padding. Rubble had to find the situation ironic. He was a construction pup and now he was a demolition pup with enough explosives to level the mayor's house if he wanted. While a part of him wanted to test out the new grenade launcher on his back, he instead barked a command and waved bye-bye to the remaining thugs. The said thugs were confused until they head some beeping noised and looked down, revealing a set of mines that were glowing.
"Aw, shit," replied one goon as his final words before he exploded.
One of the thugs managed to bolt right out awhile ago and dive for the water, thankful that he could swim. He dropped his gun and began swimming as fast as he could; kicking up in speeds after hearing the explosions. He didn't know who dropped the bar on the information about these pups but they were no longer playing around like before. He only hoped he could swim to someplace safe and get out of the state before Stone realized he had failed and was still alive.
This was his last thought before a 7.62×51mm NATO round went right through his head. It came from a single mixed breed pup in green armor with his name and the number five on it, who was perched on a tree. On his visor were special targeting programs for distance, wind, velocity, and aim. All to assist his new modified Remington MSR sniper rifle. Barking it away, his visor zipped back into his helmet as he looked at the range he shot the bastard: 1300 Meters.
He looked at his friends and the carnage they had dealt with thanks to the H.A.V.O.C. armor. They could hear sounds of police cars arriving and wanting to know more about what happened. Rocky hoped news crews would come as well. He wanted Stone to see this. He wanted Stone to know that Paw Patrol was coming…
… and blood would be spilled before this war was over.
