The unidentifiable object shot across the sky. Like a comet, it sprouted a lengthy tail of icy smoke. All of a sudden, it was engulfed in a blazing fireball, rudely ending its journey through the morning sky. Then erupting in a pulsing halo, the burning remains rained down onto the soft lapping ocean below.
"There goes Slash." said Talon calmly as he brushed his fur and readjusted the black police cap on his head. "Mighty good aiming there, my mate Skye."
"Thanks, Talon." The aviation Pup was near a ticket booth. Her jet-pack was nowhere to be seen. She trotted over to the security Pup, then saw it. Her expression of joy and victory transformed into a gruesome look of horror and pity.
Chase, the spy Pup, was lying like a twisted pile of metal on the ground. His jaw was strangely misplaced, his chest, even though covered by an armored breastplate, seemed collapsed and multiple blueish-purple bruises adorned the rest of his body.
Rocky, the recycling Pup, was lying next to Zuma, the water Pup. Together, they were a sight for death's eye. The chocolate lab's eyes were still open, though bloodshot and fixed. Rocky's head looked like it was glued to the floor, his fur roughly matted and his baseball cap misplaced.
"That dog did all of this?"
"Sadly, mate." Talon bent over the German Sheppard and rifled his paw across his bleeding forehead, "Chase here suffered the worse, just like in the Lookout fire. We need to get him and Zuma and Rocky to medical attention. Fast."
"Wait, wait, we don't need medical attention." responded Skye, pulling out her Pup Tag, "Marshall is in fact trained in medical operations."
"He is, mate?" Talon looked like a deer in headlights. His head scrunched up and recoiled sarcastically.
Suddenly, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Whipping his head around forcibly, he saw it was a boy. A running boy. And something attached to the side of his pants. A pistol? The boy continued leaping over obstacles, not noticing him, until he came by a stairwell behind a ticket booth.
"Skye mate, there's something I have to do." Talon broke into a sprint as he traced the footsteps of the boy.
"Talon, where are you going?" Skye called back worriedly.
"think I just saw the person behind all of this, mate, I gonna have to stop him! Call Marshall and Rubble to help you ASAP!"
And with that, Talon was gone, devoured by the blackness. Although it was past night, the train station lights weren't turned on. It was the perfect place for a game of cat-and-mouse.