"It looks like the PAW Patrol are here to rescue you and your friends." declared Ranger as he cocked his silenced handgun and twirled it around his index finger.
Ryder refused to budge, talk or even make eye contact. The tension in the air was real.
"What? Giving me the silent treat -"
Suddenly the door blew open. Dust kicked up immediately, engulfing the room in a dense storm. Squeezing his eyes shut, Ryder coughed without stop and squirmed away from the irritant particles.
Ranger staggered like wounded game into the vicinity, then limped up to Ryder, his hand clasping firmly on his firearm, "If your mutt pets did this, Zack, I swear -"
Firing from somewhere in the chaos, rounds after rounds of rubber-tipped bullets showered and pounded on Ranger's body, knocking him down. Hastily blocking his face with his forearm, Ranger struggled to get back up.
"Go PAW Patrol!" cheered Ryder loudly, despite the sand literally clogging up his mouth.
"Shut up, you should be cheering for me!" shrieked Ranger as he slugged his twin brother, forcing him and the chair he was bound to topple onto the ground.
Marshall's Minigun continued to fire, the barrels flashing like white fireworks. Ranger, now very provoked, picked up a chair and threw it at the fire Pup, plowing the Minigun off his Pup Pack. Yelping in fright, he rapidly scampered out.
"He's after me, a Ryder lookalike is after me!" screamed Marshall out of breath to Rubble, who earlier had breached the door with explosives and was waiting patiently outside, "We need to get some more help!"
"Mm mm murph?"
"Can you speak properly? I can't -"
Ranger sprang into the hallway, silenced pistols gripped tightly and a paranoid look in his eyes. Aiming randomly as he frantically searched for the Unit PAW intruders, it gave Rubble enough time to load a flash grenade. He catapulted it into the air and landed with a metallic ping.
"We should scram now!" cried Marshall. He grabbed Rubble's collar and together they sprinted away.
Instantly the sights of the pistol was trained on the flash grenade. Ranger breathed a sigh of relief when he believed that it wasn't anything deadly. His heart ceased pounding as he bent over to pick it up. The word "FLASH" was labelled boldly on the grenade.
'Flash?' he wondered, feeling the grenade's icy metal skin, 'Is that like some of a photography thingy?'
An intense white light overtook Ranger's eyesight. He was blinded and couldn't see anything, much less retreating dogs. His hands shot to his eyes while firing wild and missing shots with his firearm and cursed loudly.
'Do Ryder's mutts have superpowers or something?' he thought.