AN: Back. Not much to say other then I'm back to working again so updates might be slow or chapters might be short. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol
"In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable" -Dwight D. Eisenhower
"Overlord this is Insertion Team. Target is thirty feet and closing."
"Roger. Sniper team standing by."
"This is Red Team, standing by."
"Blue Team. Waiting for orders."
"Gold Team in position. Over."
Agent Kennedy reached for his mike and said, "Alright, all teams but Infiltration stand by. Infiltration Team, you are green light."
After getting a clear, the radios went silent as Agent Kennedy and Ryder, who was right beside him, moved over to the other side of the large command post vehicle the police had set up for them about five miles away from where the action was going to be. Ryder had hoped to be there with his pups on the mission, but he felt it was best to command his pups with the various cameras they all had in the vehicle. Currently, he and Agent Kennedy were right beside Rocky who was using Chase's Spy Drone to scout the area while watch Chase stealthy move with Agent Blue.
Ryder bit his lip. He had been worried about Agent Blue and Chase working together, but aside from that one remark there hadn't been any trouble. Focusing on the task at hand, Ryder asked, "How's the security system look, Rocky?"
"Well, if I had to guess it was your standard A7 Jinpai Pheonix Security System," the mixed breed explained as he zoomed the camera in more. "The alarms are connected to the Cameras which are able to identify friend from foe by face reconnection software developed by China. So, if somebody unfamiliar was to appear that didn't have a face they recognized or a face already programmed as a danger, the guards would be alerted of which camera and rush to see what's going on."
"That's simple?" Agent Kennedy asked, eyebrow raised.
"Well, I've handled harder. Like that time, we had to break into that vault to rescue to those deeds to prevent some oil tycoon from digging up some of the farms back in Adventure Bay," Rocky replied with a shrug, earning a smirk from Ryder and a confused look from Agent Kennedy. "Regardless, these kind of security systems always have one weakness. Fine the one power station they're all connected to it and the system goes down. That will allow us to get the drop on them."
"How does a young dog like you know so much? Most dogs in the technical department had to go through college just to learn the basics," Agent Kennedy asked with an impressed tone.
Rocky smirked before winking his eye to Ryder. "I learned from the best."
If Chase had to be honest with himself, there was something to sneaking around that he loved personally. Maybe it had to do with his ancestral hunter DNA due to dogs being descendants of wolves and all. Or maybe he just saw to many spy movies growing up. Regardless, he felt more at ease in his stealth outfit then he did in his police officer uniform. The only thing that was just uncomfortable was that he was doing a spying mission with his older half-brother who hated him.
Blue was wearing a something that looked like a thinner version of SWAT armor but designed for agility and maneuverability. There were patches containing some gear as well a holster for a gun that would unload itself upon a simple bark system like his pup pack. Unlike Chase, he didn't have a helmet and just had an earpiece and microphone. Blue had all but ordered that Chase follow his every move and Chase made no effort to respond back with nothing but simple nods.
Thankfully, Blue had been professional so far, but that might have been because every second near the factory was putting their lives in danger. The two German Shepherds huddle under a bush where a wire fence was blocking them from their window entrance. This was the only place that didn't have any cameras that would spot them, but it did have two guards who were patrolling the place with machine guns.
"Overlord, this is Infiltration Team. We're at the location. We need our distraction ready," Blue whispered into his mic.
"Roger. Standing by."
The two waited for awhile until they heard a thump sound nearby followed by the ringing of a car alarm. The two guards turned to the sound with their guns raised before one of them groaned. "Damnit. How many times have I told them my car is sensitive? Ugh!"
The two guards walked towards the sound which allowed Chase and Blue to rush over to the fence and slowly barked to bring out their wire cutters. Working together at the same speed, they managed to make a big enough hole for them to crawl through. When they were both in the clear, they hurried over to the window where they jumped inside and lay low just in case there was anyone nearby, but to their fortune they had managed to end up in storage closet.
"This is Inflitration Team. We're in. Nice work with that distraction," Blue replied on his mic.
"Uh, say that again, Blue? We didn't activate it yet."
Both Chase and Blue's eyebrows lit up as Chase then spoke into his mic. "Overlord, you mean that car alarm wasn't your doing?"
"Negative."
"Huh. I guess we were just lucky."
"Idiots," Zuma whispered as he slowly crawled into the air vent he managed to loosen with a good kick. During his training in the woods, Owiel had him continue to learn how to use and manipulate human machines saying it would be important. He lost track on how many days it took for him to cause a car alarm to go off or to hot wire a car's engines. Then there was the training of trying to be invisible to your surrounding areas. Doing so in the forest was one thing, but cameras and security systems were another.
A town nearby had a warehouse district that Zuma used to train himself to respond to such systems, but they were rough times. He got caught a lot and often thrown out or beaten up by the guard dogs and security officers. Yet with every painful lesson he grew better until he was practically a ninja. After causing a distraction to alert several guards, Zuma managed to open an air vent that allowed him to crawl inside.
Opening the opposite end, he looked around and found himself in what appeared to be the corner of the main area with crates surrounding him. Poking his head out, he saw a dozen workers gathering guns and putting them in crates while some in forklifts were moving them around. Looks like they're busy loading up a new shipment. Hopefully that will mean they'll be too busy to notice me.
Despite his desire to destroy the place now, he had to focus on finding information first about where Damian Stone was before doing such a thing. Making sure his hood was covering his face, Zuma disappeared back into the shadows to find his data.
Slowly opening the door, both Chase and Blue checked the opposite end of the hallway with their guns drawn to nothing but air. Nodding to Chase, Blue lead the two down his side of the hall where they stacked up against a door before Chase slowly opened it. A human dressed like your typical gangster was checking his phone with his machine gun strapped behind him. Chase made the first move by kicking his legs in before Blue clamped his jaw over his neck. The human barely had a chance to let out a sound before Chase's gun was pointed at his face while his paw was over his mouth to indicate to be quiet.
Realizing his predicament, he nodded in silent agreement.
Letting go of his prey, Blue stood up and stared at the sweating human. "Answer our questions or we will not hesitate to silence you permanently. Got it?" Another nod and Blue continued, "How many men are in this warehouse?"
"At least 30."
"Where can we find the main processing room to shut down the security?"
"I think on the third floor, but I don't know where. You'll need a card to get in because only high-ranking members are allowed," the human whispered. "That's all I know."
"Good. Now goodnight. Ruff. Gas can," Blue whispered before a spay can came out of his suit and gassed the human into blissful sleep. "Looks like we're going to need to find a high-ranking member of this gang and take the card off him."
"I got an idea," came in Ryder's voice from their radios. "The FBI and Police have face shots of Damian Stone's gang. Hopefully, if we scan the faces of the gangsters in the area, we can find one of the higher-ranking members or at least close enough to start looking to see if they have a key card."
Chase then smiled. "And I got an idea on how to do it. We need to head to the main area."
"Wait a minute, I'm in charge of this team and we're going to-"
"There isn't any time! Trust me, I what I'm doing."
"I'm the more experienced agent! So I say-"
"Both of you be quiet!" Agent Kennedy said on the other line, shutting them up. "Chase what is your idea?"
"But sir-"
"It won't hurt to hear what he has to say."
"I was going to use my wall walkers to climb up the wall and use the height up above as a vantage point. Then using my camera we can scan the faces before having Agent Blue take the highest ranking one out," Chase explained.
"Sounds like a plan. Agent Blue, you down for this?"
The older German Sheperd narrowed his eyes and looked at Chase with a frown. Chase, to his credit, kept himself looking as professional as possible even though he really wanted to do this idea. Finally, Agent Blue sighed and said, "It's fine."
"Good, move out," Agent Kennedy said before ending the line.
The two prepared to move but before they did, Chase whispered, "It will work, Agent Blue. I promise."
His older brother didn't respond. He just silently led them onward.
Ducking between the crates was an easy task as Zuma's size and dark skin helped him hide among the shadows of the work area. So far the guards and workers weren't giving much information as he listened in on the various conversations. Some were about their lives outside of being criminals while others were about what Damian Stone was planning.
Apparently, the guns were being shipped from Russia to a port in the next down over. Damian had a deal with the Russians in exchange for the guns, but what that deal was nobody knew.
"What kind of deal do you think Damian is givin' these Russian guys? Drugs?" asked on worker on his break to a guard hanging out near the stairs of the second floor. Zuma was hiding between two trash cans and listening in.
"I think I got an idea, but be sure not to tell anyone, okay?" the guard said as he looked around to see if anybody was listening in or focusing on them. "Okay, you know the lower east end area of town? The place where al the hookers and prostitute rings hang out? One of my buddies says he's been seeing the gang heading into there and coming back with woman that are never seen again. My guess is he's supplying the Russians with woman for their sex rings."
"Hard to see why the want our woman. Russians woman I've seen are like super models."
Hmm, might be a place to check out after this, thought Zuma as he made a mental note to check the area out. If he couldn't disrupt the workings here then he might have a chance to distrust the sex selling. Of course, that didn't help in figuring out where he was going to get his information on more about Stone and his actions. Thinking about it, he figured to find the gangster with the most 'bling' as those tended to often be the leaders or important figures.
Slowly, Zuma made his way to the to a box and slowly jumped onto it to take a better look around the area. He saw some putting the guns into boxes, others walking around in patrol, and a few just standing around talking to each other. That's when saw a big Caucasian looking guy in a big brown jacket with tattoos all over his arms. His hair was a yellow mohawk with golden earrings, nose clippings, golden rings, golden chains, and even a pistol with a golden gun grip. Zuma couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Geez, you'd think he rob Fort Knox or something.
With his target in mind, Zuma slowly made his way down and tried to get close to the golden covered gangster.
Chase and Blue managed to avoid getting detected as they hugged a nearby wall where he could get a good view of the area up above. "Ruff! Wall climbers!" Chase whispered, as his boots popped out the wall climbers and allowed him to put all four of his legs on the wall. He turned to his brother and smiled. "Pretty cool, huh?"
Rolling his eyes, Blue just turned away. "Just get up there already."
Nodding, Chase focused on climbing the wall as quietly as he could. Moving at an even pace, he managed to avoid getting spotted before making it up to the roof where he grabbed a ceiling beam to hold him steady. Looking downward, he contacted Ryder. "Overlord, you upload the program to my visor?"
"Ready Chase, search away."
Slowly moving his head around, Chase used his goggles to zoom in on various figures down blow. One by one he saw their mug shots and data on their records thanks to the visuals on his visor. When his eyes focused on a big figure with a log to gold jewelry and a mohawk he smirked on what he was reading. "Bingo. Lenny Goldberg. Known Lieutenant. Looks like our guy."
"I'll move on him and see if I can swipe the keycard. Or at least knock him out somewhere so I can get it without getting noticed," replied Blue.
"Right, I'll stay up here and… wait a minute…" Chase narrowed his eyes as he some something in the shadows moving behind their target. "Hang on, I think I see something. Arf, Night Vision."
His visor turned green as the figure in the shadows became clearer, but he couldn't get a good look at them. They were a dog, that much he could tell, but they were hidden behind cloak. He was about to report this when the figure finally moved that allowed him to get a sight of his face and in a split second everything froze for Chase as he stared at the figure. His body froze up to the point where he looked almost like a gargoyle on the edge of a gothic cathedral. It had been months since he had seen that face. Those eyes that once held such joy in them that now seemed so cold and broken. He had lived with that pup for years and his face never once left Chase's memory.
"Zuma…" he whispered in disbelief, coving his mouth with his paws while tears began to form under his eyes. He was alive. His friend was alive!
"Repeat that again?"
Chase was almost ready to shout it out when he stopped himself, remembering that the police wanted to have Zuma arrested for his earlier vigilante work. He bit his lip and shook his head. "Nothing, just a rat. Continue on."
"Roger."
Chase sighed in relief when he heard the com go dark. He looked at where Zuma was hiding and began to worry what would happen if his older brother saw Zuma. What's he even doing here?! How did he know about this?! There was no time to think about it now. He had to let Ryder know, but how? I can't call him directly, it would be too suspicious… Maybe…"
With a thought in mind, Chase quickly made a call.
It honestly felt good to be in action again in Marshall's mind. Having spend the last few months dealing with what he had seen thanks to Damian Stone, he all but wanted to get out there and do something to finally put the ghosts of his failure to rest. Even though the others said that what happened to that mother and her unborn child wasn't his fault, he still felt that if he hadn't gotten captured then such a thing wouldn't have happened in the first place. While a part of the dalmatian wanted to be in on the action using his H.A.V.O.C. armor like Rubble and Skye were, he knew that the building needed to be intact and his armor was used for burning things down. Kinda ironic for a firefighter pup like me.
Plus, they would need medics one way or another. He had no illusions that things were going to run a hundred percent smoothly and was expecting an amount of lives to be hurt or killed. Not that I'll mourn the bad guys.
The old Marshall would have been disgusted with the idea of taking lives, but after everything that has happened since that day Stone escaped, he hadn't found himself to care about the scum he had killed. It wasn't going to bring him peace, nor did he actively want to kill these bastards who worked for such a scumbag, but Marshall wasn't going to cry over them. He would cry for the victims, but not for them.
He was double checking the amount of morphine they near the medical tent they set up, but when he heard his pup tag go of he told the other medics he'll be back before exiting the tent. "Go for Marshall."
"Marshall, it's me. Are you alone?" Chase asked on the other end.
"Chase? Why are you calling me while you're in the middle of the infiltration?" Marshall asked in disbelief.
"Listen, I don't have a lot of time. Zuma is here!"
It took Marshall a few seconds for his brain to processes what his best friend just said. "W-what? Zuma? Where?!"
"Inside the warehouse. I don't know why he is here or what is going on, but you need to tell Ryder. If the police find him…"
"Right! I'm on it!" Marshall shouted as he rushed towards the command post vehicle with all the haste he could muster. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
