Ryder's older cousin, Anthony, was coming to visit. Anthony was basically like an older brother to Ryder. And Ryder, like any younger sibling, wanted to be just like the older one. When they were younger, Anthony had said that he wanted to start a rescue team of dogs. Young Ryder loved that idea, so he did the same thing. Anthony was also going to bring his rescue team with him. Ryder told the pups all about it so now everyone was excited.
A few hours later, Marshall heard a helicopter outside the lookout. "Skye is that you?" he asked through his puptag. "No, I'm right next to you eating lunch," Skye replied, but also through her puptag for whichever reason. Zuma snickered. "That's my cousin Anthony!" Ryder broadcasted to all the pups. "Come on, you can finish your lunch once we come back inside!"
The pups ran out and saw the helicopter land. An adolescent with shades stepped out. "Ryder, my little cousin, I haven't seen you in so long, bro! Get over here!" He called, beckoning Ryder over. Ryder ran and gave Anthony a hug. Anthony spent 3 seconds squeezing the life out of his cousin then suddenly dropped him to the floor with a loud gasp. "ARE THOSE YOUR DOGS?" he yelled.
"Ye"
"THEY'RE SO CUTE!"
Anthony sprinted over and nearly instantly made all the dogs fall to the floor because of how well he petted them. "They're much cuter than mine, that's for sure!" He laughed. "What? Your dogs are probably cute too!" Ryder disagreed.
"Nah, they warriors, bruh," Anthony responded. "Y'all can step out now!" He shouted in the direction of the helicopter. 6 canines filed out of the vehicle and sat on their haunches, upright and serious. Everyone's jaws, excluding Anthony's, fell to the floor. "This is my team." He said, gesturing behind him. "At ease, pack, you don't need to look professional," He told the 6 dogs sitting by the helicopter. They complied, all of them slipping into more relaxed forms. "When you walk up, State your name, age, breed, job, designation number, and rank," Anthony commanded. "Yes Sir!" His dogs replied.
The one at the far right wearing brown came up first. "Hello, I'm Brick, I'm 8, and as you can see, I'm a pitbull. I'm the demolitionist on this team. My number is 007 and my rank is Delta. I was recently promoted," He grunted. "Woah, his voice is deep," Rubble whimpered, partially intimidated. "It's even deeper than Chase's." Chase was gobsmacked at that, feeling embarrassed and small. "What?" He complained. The second dog walked up. "My name is Giovanni Giorgio, but everybody calls me… Giorgio" he said before flying away.
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