Rocky swept his hard blue eyes among the four other Pups, who were seated before him at the Lookout. They knew what had just happened to Ryder was horrifying, but worse, an insult to their own kind. What would Ryder think about them now?
Skye, in particular, was the most devastated. She sat there shivering and chattering uncontrollably, the thoughts of Ryder fighting getting horrifically mauled by a dog had plagued her mind with unprecedented fear.
"I'm - I'm sorry about what had just happened, everybody." the aviation Pup blurted out.
"It's okay," reassured Rubble, "Everybody would have done the same if they were in your paws."
"Quiet! No need for apologies now." said Rocky sternly. "We have a problem that is a matter of life or death. We are Ryder's, Katie's and Chase's only hope."
"So what should we do, Wocky?" Zuma piped up as he dabbed his eyes with a handkerchief.
"We have to infiltrate the train station and bring them out."
"What!" exclaimed Marshall. "And get captured like the others by them? Have you seen what these people can do? No way!"
Rocky angrily leapt on top of Marshall, knocking him down and barking out words of pure disgust. "Listen to me, Dalmatian, I would rather die than see the PAW Patrol disbanded. We serve for the entire Adventure Bay community. We are the very foundations of this town, you hear?"
"Stop, Wocky, fighting will not help! We need to make a carefully-planned Wescue." interrupted Zuma, pulling his best friend off.
"That's not what Marshall meant, Rocky, you're taking things too seriously." said Skye, rolling her eyes.
Rocky shot Marshall another nasty glare and continued his reign as the temporary ringleader of the PAW Patrol, "We will infiltrate the train station like Chase, but we will do something differently this time. Something that will surely guarantee success."
"What?" asked Rubble.
Rocky trotted over to a control panel and flipped a few switches. A mechanical drone filled the command center as a large metal vault erupted slowly out of the floor. The Pups stepped back in awe, their gaze following the descent of the vault. Rocky walked over, unlocked the door via a snippy biometric paw scanning and revealed the contents.
The Pups gasped, not in fright but in excitement. The vault contained militarized versions of their standard PAW Patrol uniforms, all colored in black and grey camouflage patterns and bearing a unifying badge of a dog skull against two crossbones.
"Ryder built these when the PAW Patrol was first created. He feared a rescue requiring drastic actions would be imminent." remarked Rocky.
"Do we ... put them on?" Marshall questioned, dumbstruck.
"Of course. What do you think he wants us to do, recycle them?"