Erasing the painful memory, Ryder tried to remain confident by whistling a jaunty tune and remembering a playful day at the beach with Captain Turbot and Wally. But no matter how hard he tried to forget his emotional and probably last time with his dear Pups, it wasn't successful.
Finally, Ryder had arrived at the train station. Grand and majestic in the daytime, it was dilapidated and creepy in the dark. A mysterious figure leaning casually against the main entrance noticed his presence, got up and started towards him. Ryder automatically tightened his whole body, fury running through his system but unable to escape.
"Ah, Zack, you've come at last. I knew you would make this choice. Shall we begin the transaction?" asked the figure. Examining him, Ryder noted he was about the same height and body frame as him and wore a leather jacket, sweat pants and a ski mask. Has he seen him somewhere?
Ryder only managed to growl hatefully in reply. Suddenly, the figure drew up a silenced handgun. Ryder dropped at once, arms cowering around his face and hoped the figure had bad aim.
Squeezing his eyes shut and expecting an end to his life, the PAW Patrol leader heard two muffled shots. Next thing he knew, a familiar distressed bark echoed around him. Skye? But why was she following him? And if the aviation Pup was here, then the rest of the PAW Patrol must also be here!
Getting back up slowly and surely, Ryder found himself looking down the barrel of the silenced handgun. His heart sank to his shoes again.
"Guess our conditions are not met. Your PAW Patrol dogs have been accompanying you, Zack."
"No! DON'T KILL THEM! I'm here, just take me, just take me." stammered the Ryder, arms shooting up in surrender.
"What a great suggestion."
Something extremely sharp sank through Ryder's neck, causing him to fall to the ground and writhe and cry out in agony. Lashing like an enraged alligator to get throw off whatever had latched onto his neck, Ryder only found the excruciating sensation tearing away more and more and literally gobbling up his insides. Blood flew everywhere, yet mercy was nowhere to be seen.
"You can stop now."
The ninja Pup jumped off from Ryder. His canine teeth and black jumpsuit were drenched in a bright crimson. Ryder was left on the ground in a pool of blood like an abused child and cried in pain. A disturbing bite mark was now present at the back of his neck.
"Let the talk begin, Zack."