AN: Hey guys, update is here. Not much else to say. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol.


Agent Blue had to admit, when his partner wanted to start a fight he could start a fight. Agent Kennedy had only a few words to say to some drunk at the bar before he started flying his fists around. One of which hit another patron, who threw his bottle in the air, hit another guy who punched a different drunk into a table, and all hell started breaking loose. Fists flew in the air, tables were thrown, beer bottles were smashed on heads, and bodies hit the ground before getting back up or dragging others down with them. The strippers had all quickly fled or were trapped by the drunk and raging customers while security had arrived to try and settle everything down. That only caused them to get caught in the scuffle as well.

This allowed Blue to seize the chance to find Ryder. Using his size to his advantage, the german shepherd sneaked towards the "Staff Only" room which was now no longer guarded thanks to everyone trying to stop the fight. Without hesitation, Blue rushed in and quickly looked around to see if there was anyone else in the area before pressing onward. It was a standard normal black hallway with cabinets for glasses, plates, and silverware. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"Not seeing anything that stands out," Blue said to the team at the police station. "Are you guys seeing anything?"

"No, it looks normal," Detective Shaw said on the line.

"Maybe there's a hidden passageway?" Rubble suggested. "You know, like in those movies where the bad guys have a secret hideout behind something."

Blue was about to say that that was the movies and not real life when he heard someone coming and quickly ducked behind a trashcan to hide. A security guard with a bleeding lip and black eye was cursing in russian as he walked past Blue before looking around. He then walked over to lightswitch and turned it on.

The sound of unlocking and gears made Blue's ears perk as he saw one of the larger cabinets slowly slide open, allowing enough room for the wounded guard to enter before it closed. Blue couldn't help but chuckle. The imagination of a kid. Sometimes it does have wonder to it.

Having found his way in, Blue walked over to the lightswitch and jumped to reach it with his snout to turn it on. Just like before the hidden passageway opened up and Blue quickly slipped in. He saw a staircase descending downward and hurried down there as fast and quiet as his years of training allowed him to do. It was a lot more damp and there was a smell of hard liquor and cheap sex that his senses could smell overtime.

In fact, he had a pretty good idea what this place was.

Arriving at the bottom, he looked into a room and grimaced upon seeing that he was right. The room was big, almost bigger than the bar upstairs, with multiple curtains behind smaller cubicle shaped rooms where the sounds of 'pleasure' could be heard as women kept gasping or moaning while men grunted or hissed.

"Um, do I want to know what's going in there?" Marshall nervously asked.

"Not until your eighteen pup," Detective Shaw answered.

There were only two guards in the room, one of which was trying to clean the wound of the beaten up one. "Чертовы пьяницы. Клянусь, я хотел бы, чтобы мы могли их пристрелить."

"Стой спокойно. Это нелегко, когда ты говоришь," the other said as the took a cloth and started wiping his comrade's face.

Blue had to figure out a way to get past these two, but before he could do anything something happened that nobody in the entire establishment expected. Two louds series of explosions went off that nearly shook the entire building as if it suddenly got bombed in the air. Blue quickly darted behind one of the curtains, thankfully unoccupied, just as the fire alarms went off. Frightened naked women and men got out and started asking what was going on while the guards ordered everyone to keep quiet.

And then came the gunfire.

Automatic firing was heard above followed by screams and the sound of people running and jumping around. The girls all darted back into their tiny rooms while the men ran up the stairs, caring less for the fact that they were naked with their dicks hanging out. The two guards had also followed the men; only their guns were drawn.

A stunned Blue could only watch as he found himself now free to press onward, but the gunfire and screams were not stopping. Contacting his partner, Blue asked, "Kennedy, what the hell is going on up there?!"

"Someone decided to fuck suddtly and is shooting all the guards like fish in a barrel!" Kenndy shouted as the sound of firing echoed. "And guess who it is?"

"Who?"

"Our missing Paw Patroller: Zuma."


***(Moments ago)***

Having now been armed, Zuma had geared up and made his way for the club as fast as possible and was now standing down at the back of the bar while on top of the roof of a nearby private library. There were four guards who were lazily patrolling the area with sidearms while a few were smoking. The sounds of music and cheers could be heard inside the club.

Zuma figured it was best to get rid of as many guards as possible before he went in and tried to free Ryder. With a small bark, he summoned the silenced Beretta and took a deep breath. Diving off the roof, Zuma made for the first one with his jaws wide open and slammed into the shocked Russian before digging his jaws into his throat and tearing it open. The three were just barely able to turn around before Zuma fired his gun at all three with a loud bark. The silenced shots went out, hitting each of them in the chance. They were dead before they could even fight back.

Spitting out some blood, Zuma rushed over to the window leading to the bar only to duck as soon as a chair was thrown from the inside. Eyebrow raised, he looked up and saw that some kind of bar fight was going on and everyone was attacking each other. Great, I'll need to get the civilians out. Guess it's time for the grenade launcher.

Barking for it, a large cylinder-like cannon appeared from the top of the pup pack. It was, thankfully, not loaded with explosives or the incendiary grenades. Zuma might have been willing to do a lot to get to Stone, but he wouldn't kill innocents. "Double Shot! Fire!"

With his voice command, the grenade launcher fired two smoke grenades that crashed into buildings and went off like fireworks. There were screams, yelps, and confusion as smoke began to fill the bar as the fire alarms went off. After counting down a few seconds, Zuma burst through the glass window, rolled on the floor and jumped onto a nearby half overturned table. "Machine guns!" he cried out as his pup pad brought out the Uzi's. He started firing into the ceiling and caused the entire crowd to freak out as various humans began pulling out their guns.

Now he knew who to shoot and who not to shoot.

Immediately, Zuma jumped off the table before it was riddled with bullets. Firing his two machine guns as he dived, he managed to hit two multiple times in the chest before rolling to his feet and running in between the tables for cover. Most of the guards were forced to let people rush past them before they could take any clear shots while the few that could missed their target each time due to Zuma's size and speed.

The chocolate lab made for another table and slid on it while firing more at the guards closer to the bar. His twin Uzi's were unloaded as the Russian gangsters were filled with lead while missed bullets shattered the various expensive bottles of alcohol behind it. Jumping over the bar's table, Zuma landed behind it as the final members of the crowd finally cleared, allowing the guards to start firing as a group. Zuma reloaded his machine guns before switching to his double barrel shotgun from his pup pack. Looking up, he saw a mirror at the bar, still in one piece, that was able to give him a reflective view of where his shooters were. With a big huff, Zuma raised his shotgun with the claw controlling it and fired, hitting one Russian who was blown away and smashed into a table. Reloading, Zuma fired again, this time hitting the leg of another one who fell down screaming as he clenched his bleeding limb filled with buck shot. A third shot took off the top head of one who tried to charge in close.

The gangsters realized that this wasn't going to be simple and started taking cover as both sides continued to exchange gunfire. Meanwhile, Agent Kennedy, hiding near the entrance, was watching the whole thing as well as those at the Police Station though his camera.


Marshall and Rubble could hardly believe their eyes because of what they were seeing. Their faces were a combination of awe and horror while Detective Shaw was looking at Zuma shooting another Russian with a stoic expression. Just hearing how Zuma had become a vigilante out for his own brand of justice was one thing, but to actually see it was another.

Is this...is this really Zuma? Marshall thought in horror. This is the little pup who loved to ride the waves and save animals in the water with us? The one who regularly liked to help pull pranks, surf the seas, and laugh with a smile on his face? This can't be him... this can't be...

Zuma...Rubble nearly felt like crying as Zuma, pistol drawn, fired at a ceiling fan's cord and let it land on another human which knocked him out. What happened to you? What have you become?

"Agent Kennedy, are you armed?" Detective Shaw asked, giving the two pups a jump upon forgetting he was there.

"Affirmative," Agent Kennedy answered.

"Take out the Ruskies, then...try to get Zuma to stand down," Detective Shaw said, taking a cigarette and lighting it.

"Are we arresting him?"

Detective Shaw took a deep breath of smoke before letting it out. "We have no choice."


When Blue learned that Zuma was the one who was attacking above, the dog agent didn't know if the Ex-Water Pup was being brave or stupid. Regardless, he wasn't going to miss out on the advantage he now had. Heading further into the room, Blue saw a wooden door and opened it...only to find a dagger thrown into his shoulder and knocking him back. Yelping, Blue hissed as the blade dug deep into his shoulder, but not fatal enough to kill him.

Looking up, he watched as a tall, tan skinned female dressed in a thick and big black coat walked towards him. Tipping her black brim hat up, she smirked and giggled. "Well, you're not Zuma."

"No...shit..." Blue hissed as he tried to get up, but the big lady's heel stepped on his throat. "Fuck..."

"Hmm, much as I'd like to kill you I'm afraid my target is upstairs," The lady said as she drew another knife and licked it. "Hope you don't bleed out."

She took her foot off and walked towards the staircase while Blue struggled to get up. He got up on his paws, despite the knife dripping his blood out, and made for the door. There, he saw Ryder, tied up and shocked upon seeing Blue. "Agent Blue! You're hurt!"

"It's fine," Blue coughed as he slowly used his jaw to pull out the knife. He grunted when it was finally pulled out, but he ignored the pain to focus on using it to cut Ryder's bonds. Once the human boy was free, he quickly took off his shirt and used it to wrap around the wound for Blue. "What's going on? I heard something about a bar fight and then gunfire."

"Kennedy and I came to rescue you and he started a distraction," Blue explained as he winced upon feeling the knot tighten. "Then Zuma-" Ryder's eyes went wide upon hearing the name, "-apparently bursted in and started shooting the place. No doubt to rescue you."

"Then we gotta get up there now!" Ryder said as he rushed out along with Blue right behind him.


"F.B.I.! Drop your weapons!" Zuma was starting to reload when he saw, from his position, someone from the back sitting up with his gun drawn. One of the Russian gangsters turned around in surprise, but he then raised his own gun which caused him to get shot in the chest.

With now a new shooter in the field, the Russians were firing in two directions, some switching back and forth. The F.B.I. Agent, whoever he was, was no amature. He only needed to fire one shot to nail the bastards down. While Zuma had no doubt this wasn't someone that was going to work with him permanently, he knew it was better to work with the agent to deal with a common enemy.

Reloading his Uni's, Zuma jumped onto the top of the bar, screaming as he let out both clips. The guns sprayed across the entire bar as every gangster got riddled with bullets and screamed in agony before falling one by one to the angry lab. Once the sound of clicking was heard from the guns, Zuma looked around, seeing that the entire room was a mess with dead goons everywhere.

Zuma sighed in relief, but then heard the sound of something sharp sailing through the air caught his attention. Before Zuma knew what was going on, two sharp knives had sliced through the arms holding his Uzi's, causing them to fall to the floor. Gasping, he looked up to see some tall lady in black, holding knives in her hand as she smirked and threw another three at Zuma.

He barely had time to jump off and voice getting turned into a pincushion as he rolled towards a down table and took cover to avoid another three being sent to his chest. The tall lady took out another knife but Kennedy got right behind her and pointed her gun at her back. "Freeze!"

She slowly turned around and smirked.

"Drop the knife!" Kennedy shouted as he inched closer, but that was all the tall lady needed.

Faster than Kennedy could blink, she grabbed his arm and cut his wrist which caused him to drop his gun. She then dragged him close and kneed him in the gut before stabbing him with her knife in his ribs, his hidden body armor managing to stop most of the blade, but enough got through to cause a wound. She then spun around him, cutting his legs that forced him onto his knees before she stabbed him in the shoulder. Screaming, Kennedy fell to his side clutching his wound as the knife lady drew another and smirked.

However, a bullet grazed her ear before she rolled for cover.

Zuma, holding his pistol, growled as he tried looking for the lady who ducked. Even though he knew the F.B. was going to try to arrest him he wasn't going to stand by and let him get butchered by this psychopathic bitch. Another knife sailed through the air, only this time it was upwards towards a ceiling fan right above Zuma. Cursing, he rolled out of the way to avoid getting smashed, but before he could get up, he felt a sharp kick knock him across the room as his pistol was lost. Zuma gasped upon seeing the knife woman raise her hand to strike him with another of her blades.


At that moment, Ryder and Blue managed to arrive and the former gasped upon seeing his pup about to be stabbed. "Zuma!"

BAM!

KLANK!

"Shit!" The lady shouted as a high powered bullet knocked the knife out of her hands. Fearing a second shot, she jumped back and flipped onto the bar as Zuma, seeing his chance, summoned his grenade launcher.

He turned to a worried Ryder and shouted, "Ryder! Get out of here!" He then turned to the center of the room and shouted, "Ruff! Smoke grenade! Fire!"

The grenade launcher went off and a thick cloud of smoke emitted from the center of the room, covering the entire bar. Ryder coughed as he tried to make his way to his pup, but Blue stopped him as Kennedy soon got up, grunting as his wounds were causing him great pain, and grabbed Ryder's shoulder.

"Come on!" Kennedy shouted.

The boy was reluctant, but in the end he began to run out. Blue, meanwhile, had ripped off Marshall's pup tag that he was wearing and slammed it next to one of the waiter stands looking over the entire bar before running outside with the rest. The three made their way to Kennedy's car where, despite his wounds, he was able to get inside but Ryder took the driver seat and put the pedal to the metal.

The car soon left the club behind them as fast as they could. When the smoke cleared there was nothing but dead bodies. Zuma was gone as was the knife lady.


Meanwhile, far away from Club Frostaxe and looking down the scope, a sniper smirked as he looked down from his vantage point at the hotel he paid for. "Sorry, Keres. You're not the only assassin in town. Can't let you have the target while I'm in the hunt."