AN: Happy new year guys. Here is the latest chapter. Also, for the record, please stop always asking when I am going to update this story or any other story of mine? I have a life outside of this and other things I do that require my time so I ask you to be patient when it comes to my updates.
Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol
Frisk had to admit it was kind nice hearing stories that didn't end in some kind of tragedy like a murder or a rape considering the shit Costal City had gone through over the years. Especially since Daiman Stone returned to the underworld. Hearing Zuma talk about his time and adventures in the Paw Patrol really made Frisk wish he had such a kind owner and friends in own life. Sadly, you are gifted with the cards that the higher powers grant you and in Frisk's case they were shitty ones. Still, that didn't mean you could get new cards or play cleverly with the hand (or paw in this case) you were dealt with. It was the main reason why Frisk was alive after all these years.
However, Frisk had a job to do, and he was so lost in the various stories that he almost missed meeting his various contacts to get the latest dirt on what was going on in the city. Information and rumors were Frisk's main bread and butter not just in keeping himself out of trouble but fed as well.
After excusing himself, Frisk had to double time it to get two blocks down and across the street to a rusty fire hydrant where a thin and beautiful looking dalmatian was waiting for him. She wore a pretty bow on her head and looked pampered and dolled up to the point you might think she was some rich lady's pet. In reality, the makeup was only skin deep as inside she was a dirty little whore who sold herself out for her pimp.
"Ria, my little Dally of the West Bank! How are you this evening?" Frisk asks with a friendly growl while taking a moment to stare at that nice spotted butt of hers. "You got your rump already working the night shift or am I your first customer of the evening?"
"First of Frisk, you're not touching a hair on my hide no matter how much you pay me," Ria snorted. "Second, you're lucky you got here on time. I was waiting five minutes for you before you showed up. Thirty seconds later and I would have been walking out to get my next pay."
"How is business these days?" Frisk asked.
"Eh, the usual, " Ria grumbled. "Desperate and lonely dogs wanting a chance to feel a bit loved to forget their sad and lonely lives."
"And here I thought whores had a heart of gold," Frisk said with a chuckle. "So anything big going down?'
"Nothing too important. Although I did hear something interesting is happening with the Russians in the lower east side," Ria said with disinterest.
This got Frisk's attention as he knew that Zuma would want this information for whatever crazy thing he had planned next in his little crusade. "What kind of information."
"Don't know, I would ask Alexi. He's got a better grip on what goes on in that area then I do," Ria said, as she started to walk off. "Oh, and one more thing, Frisk? Stop staring at my ass or I'll shove your head into yours."
Frisk rolled his eyes before turning away and pondered what to do next. Usually, he didn't go to Alexi except on Thursday's but Frisk's gut was telling him something big was going down and he needed to find out what. He just hoped Alexi didn't ask him to drink that homemade vodka of his again. His stomach was on fire for three days straight after drinking that shit.
This was bad. All levels of bad and none of it was good. The moment Rubble called them he was in hysterics until Detective Shaw managed to finally get him to calm down and gave them the bad news: Ryder had been kidnapped by the Russians. Shaw quickly called everyone back (Save for Chase who was still not medically cleared) to the police headquarters to come up with a rescue plan to get Ryder out of there and hopefully in one piece. If the kid wasn't already dead.
"We should just rush in there and raid the place," Marshall said with everyone on the Paw Patrol team agreeing with him.
"We can't," Agency Kennedy answered, shaking his head. "We need a warrant and we have no probable cause to enter the establishment."
"Forget that! Ryder's been taken hostage!" Rocky argued, stomping his paw on the floor. "We have to rescue him!"
"Again, we just can't burst in there and demand something that we have no proof existed!" Agent Kennedy argued with a heavy sigh. "We have laws for a reason, and we have to follow them. Unless we get proof or evidence that Ryder has been kidnapped, or his life is in danger, we can't do anything. We go in there with accusations they could turn us away and threaten not only to sue us but we'd get any evidence we find dismissed by a judge. Not to mention these Russian brothers are no chumps. They know how to hide their dealings good if the reports I read about them are true."
"They are," Shaw said, lighting a cigarette. "The only reason we haven't caught and arrested these bastards is because they hide their goods well. Anyone we try to get to turn on them always ends up dead in a week. Plus, they are armed to the teeth so if we go in there guns blazing it will be a bloodbath. They might even kill Ryder before we even get a chance to help him out."
The mood in the office went sour as everyone lowered their head as the realization of just how screwed they were entered into their head. Rubble then got an idea and dropped the Pup Pad he found in the trash on the detective's desk. "What about the Pup Pad? What if Ryder recorded something on it?"
Rocky took a good look at it and winced. "It's very heavily damaged. It would take me awhile to get something, or anything actually, off of it."
"What if they erased it?" Skye asked.
"All electronic stuff carries some kind of digital data left over from being erased," Rocky said as he picked it up with his claw from his pup pack. "I'll see if I can borrow the stuff from the computer labs to help me get it."
"Well, we shouldn't just rely on that. We have no idea how long it will take," Blue said before an idea came to him. "Maybe me and Agent Kennedy can go into the bar ourselves. Not as cops, but posing as regular customers looking for a drink and a good time."
"Undercover, huh?" Shaw said, taking a puff before blowing it out of his nose. "Might work. The pups are too young to enter and they'll see me a mile coming. We'll set up an observation room across the club just in case while you two get in there. If you find Ryder then we can make a move or maybe find a way to get him out of there without causing a ruckus."
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement as Shaw started making some calls on his phone. Marshall then walked over to Blue and got his attention. "Hey, Blue? Please find him? Ryder's important to us. He's not just an owner or a friend...he's like a father to us."
"Don't worry," Blue said with a smile. "I'll get him back. This isn't my first time going undercover nor is it rescuing a kid." He then paused and then turned to Marshall. "That being said, there is something I would like to borrow from you, Marshall."
"What's that?"
"Your Pup Tag."
Ryder could feel his head about to burst as he slowly came out of the darkness of unconsciousness. Shaking his head, he found himself tied down to a chair with a single light bulb shining above him while the rest of the area was dark as night. Ryder tried to get out of the robes, but they were way too tight for him to break loose so he was forced to sit down and wait for something to happen. He didn't have to wait too long as Big Nikolai walked over and crossed his arms, staring at Ryder with his cold and emotionless eyes.
Ryder, to his credit, just sat there without saying a word. For a while, the two just stared at each other silently as Ryder hoped that Rubble had grown suspicious of what was going on and went off to get help. That is Ryder thought, if they haven't captured him too.
"What were you doing at our club?" Big Nikolai asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I got lost looking for my dog," Ryder lied, pretending to look scared. Truth was he wasn't frightened by the big bag of muscle before him, but the more he acted like some scared little kid the more he hoped that the russian would believe him. "He and I got seperated and I was tracking him. I'm sorry I entered your property, but I was just worried about him. Please let me go, I need to get home before my parents worry!"
"Stop lying to me, Ryder of Paw Patrol," Big Nikolai stated which made Ryder freeze up. "Да (Yes), we know who you are. Damian Stone told us about you and to keep an eye out. You match his description."
Shit, Ryder thought as he growled. Well, looks like I found out that these guys are connected to him after all.
"So what are you going to do with me?" Ryder asked, tilting his head.
"Right now, I'm waiting on word of what to do with you. Not sure yet if I'm going to slit your throat or not," Big Nicolai stated as he leaned forward and stared at Ryder eye to eye. "But you are going to tell me if you came alone or not."
"I don't have to say anythi-" A back hand slap across his face nearly made Ryder spit out a tooth, but he kept his cool and said nothing to his assaulter.
"Talk or we make you talk," Big Nikolai said but Ryder closed his eyes and kept his mouth shut. Before Nikolai could do anything his cell phone started to ring.
Nikolai sighed before taking out his cellphone. "Да?" ("Yes?) He then looked at Ryder for a moment before shaking his head. "Нет, я не одинок, но это не имеет значения. Мальчик не говорит по-русски." ("No, I'm not alone, but it doesn't matter. The boy doesn't speak Russian.")
Ryder opened his eyes and focused on the thug in front of him. Despite keeping a calm and collected face, the young genius was smirking on the inside for his fortunate luck. He made sure to keep his ears ready as Big Nikolai continued to talk.
"Убийца женщина уверена, что собака придет за ним. Да, слово уже было распространено, и я думаю, что другие его друзья знают о его похищении." ("The assassin woman is sure the dog will come for him. Yes, word has already been spread, and I think his other friends know about him being kidnapped.") Nikolai said before letting the one on the other end of the line talk. Then he continued, "Наша партия все еще на курсе на завтра вечером. Любая идея, когда мы можем ожидать, что китайцы Приехать?" ("Our shipment is still on course for tomorrow night. Any idea when we can expect the Chinese to arrive?")
Chinese? Is he talking about Triad or something else? Ryder asked, narrowing his eyebrows. Why would Stone and the Russians want to deal with the Chinese?
"Ладно, я пойду. Что ты хочешь сделать с ребенком?" ("Alright, I'll be on my way. What do you want to do with the kid?") Nikolai asked, staring at Ryder before nodding. "Есть. Скоро увидимся." ("Got it. See you soon.")
Ending the call, Nikolai smirked and said, "I suggest you get comfortable, Ребенка (Child). You're going to be here for quite a while."
Ryder watched as Nikolai walked away into the darkness before the sound of a door opened and shut echoed in the room. Taking a deep breath, Ryder wondered which dog they were talking about until he realized it was Zuma. He also said something about an assassin. Damian must have hired them...
This was bad. Not only did he have no means of getting out of here but Zuma was walking into a trap. Ryder struggled against his bonds for a bit longer before realizing there was no way he was getting out of this. All he could do was hope that everything worked out.
Alexi gave him the information he needed alright, but it was not the kind that was good. Seriously, Frisk was wondering if God hated him or something because he didn't know why he was always getting involved in shit like this. After declining to try that vodka of his for the sixth time, Alexi finally gave him the news of what had gone down in the Russian territories. Needless to say it wasn't good.
Big Nikolai had managed to catch a rat sneaking around his club and had him held hostage over there. Only it wasn't a rat, it was a damn human. A kid human by the name of Ryder. It didn't take Frisk to figure what this meant and he quickly found himself rushing back to his home ASAP.
He had just burst through the door when Zuma nearly jumped in the air when he saw Frisk gasping for air. "Dude, are you oka-"
"Your owner's in trouble!" Frisk shouted, taking a few more deep breaths.
Zuma's eyes widened for a second before they narrowed and he let out such a sinister and rage inducing growl that it nearly made Frisk have a heart attack. "Where?"
"Club Frostaxe. It's in Russian Town," Frisk answered right before he put a paw against Zuma's chest when the pup tried to leave. "And do think about leaving just yet! You have to know they're going to be waiting for you, right?!"
"What do you want me to do?! Just say here and let them kill Ryder?!" Zuma shouted, growling.
"Look, I agree you need to rescue him, but we need to be smart about this," Frisk said as he began to think. "Listen, I know the club and how to get in without causing a full on assault. You might have gotten lucky with that warehouse assault, but these guys are more dangerous. These are stone cold killers who are professional as professionals can get. You go in there running inside like a mad dog and the only thing you'll see is the grim reaper when he comes for you after you're lying dead with a hundred holes in your body."
Zuma didn't say anything. He just turned away and grumbled.
"Plus, those old friends of yours will no doubt be trying to rescue him as well. You don't want them getting caught in the crossfire as well do you?"
"No..."
"Good." Frisk took a deep breath and let Zuma go before turning to the exit of his house. "Look, I'll lead you to the place and help you get in and out, but if we're doing this we do this right. You wanna be a vigilante? Be Batman and not the fucking Punisher."
"I'll be both," Zuma muttered before sighing. "But fine, I'll follow your lead."
"Good, now let's get going," Frisk said as he led Zuma out of his home, closed it, and turned to the lab. "You said you used dog packs before, right?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Zuma asked.
"Well, if you're going to go in you need to go in armed and I know a guy who can get you some guns with a dog pack," Frisk said as they walked.
"But I don't have any money," Zuma pointed out. "And I'm not going to let you pay for me."
"Ha! Trust me, I don't have the dough either to pay this guy! But I can convince him to do you a solid if you do him a solid in return," Frisk said, smirking. "You got skills, kid. Skills certain dogs and people would like to use for services. Don't worry about convincing him, I can get that covered."
"...So long as I'm not going to hurt someone innocent, I suppose I can do that," Zuma answered.
"Good, just let me do the talking," Frisk said.
Zuma nodded before he let out a small smile. "Hey, Frisk? Thanks."
"No worries, kid. How let's hurry before your owner ends up getting a warm treatment from Mother Russia."
