Whup whup whup!
Skye's VTOL aircraft touched down at the rooftop of the train station, dangling four fully-geared combatants. In an instant, they detached themselves and took up defensive positions along the roof, weapons drawn.
Ironically, the goofball was the first to speak.
"Oh my gosh," gasped Marshall out-of-breath, "Never ever take me flying with you guys again!"
"Stop you whining, Marshall, we don't have time for it. Skye, circle around the station. When we give you the confirmation, drop in and rescue them." ordered Rocky.
"Got it, Rocky" The helicopter took off once more, the down-shaft kicking up a tornado of dried leaves and dust.
"Alright, Unit PAW, move out." Rocky commanded.
"Rocky, I'm kind of scared." whispered Marshall.
"What is it now, Marshall?"
"Well, uh, you see we're still puppies. Not yet fully grown. Even Chase, the oldest of us, had just had his third birthday like a few weeks ago, so uh -"
"We can't turn back. If you're so scared, Rubble will take care for you."
'Mm mm mmph" muffled the English Bulldog. His huge helmet was great for protection against explosives, no so great for having a simple conversation. Every word that came out of his mouth was a mystery to comprehend.
Adrenaline pumping through their bodies, the Pups went down the stairwell single-file. Marshall, being the last one, accidentally tripped and crashed into the other Pups. In a big ball of tangled limbs, furry bodies and advanced weaponry, they rolled down. Not exactly a suitable way for infiltrating a target building containing highly dangerous operatives.