'This was the breaking point of my life.' Ranger thought as he parkoured over fixed obstacles and ran down the various hallways. Just moments ago, he had shot his twin brother. It was a daring move, he didn't want to do it in the first place, but after the intervention from the bloody PAW Patrol, Ranger was left choice-less.
Reaching the ticket booth closest to the main entrance, Ranger swung himself over, not touching any of the neatly organized paperwork and stationary, as he steered himself up a dark crevice. It led to a stairwell, marked Staff Only.
'Well, I am a staff sergeant in the Cadets.' Ranger chuckled at his joke and sprinted up the stairs by twos. He was almost at the top. The rising sun shone brilliantly through the window of the door, and as Ranger swung it open, the light flooded it. It burned and stung, a painful readjustment after the hours spent in the lifeless station.
Striding over to an enormous object covered by a canvas, he ripped it off.
And beneath it was a compact Army helicopter. Its rotors were folded, it's tail was shortened but yet the storage space was very large, easily measuring three meters by four meters. Pressing a button on his wrist watch, the aircraft sprung to life. The rotors rose up, and extended until it was as long as a lamp pole. The tail section whirred and shuddered, and slowly budged out of hiding.
Ranger stepped back slowly as he marveled his escape. The controls in the cockpit shone bright colors, inviting the Air Cadet in for a wild ride. He hauled himself in, and just as he was about to leave, he heard a throat clearing, followed by a threatening howl.
A snout rammed into Ranger's side, and he toppled over on the seats. A paw slapped his face, and then another and another.
"Hello, drill sergeant." Ranger recognized the voice instantly. It was menacing and taunt, a combination of anger and confidence. And mixed in with some British background.
"Talon, I never thought you'll come back." snarled Ranger as he kicked off the Pup. Talon went flying and landed against the back of the storage space with a sickening thud. Flipping a swift on the dashboard, the helicopter would now be flying on autopilot.
There was no need to be controlled. Slowly, the aircraft rose, the rotors spinning at the rate of an army of machine guns, and it lumbered off. Looking back at Talon, Ranger laughed cruelly at the situation: a battle in mid-air.
The security Pup got back up and barked ferociously, "The PAW Patrol are my friends, mate. You think you're gonna turn over a new leaf just like that?"
"Whoever wins gets to write the history," replied Ranger coldly. He grabbed a neon-green fire extinguisher and turned it on. Puffs of water soaked Talon, who was blinded by the shower. Nevertheless, he managed a bark and a net was launched from his Pup Pack. Earlier, he had put on a new one, the previous had been brutally bitten off by Slash.
The criss-cross of wires caught the extinguisher, wrapping it in a tight hug. Ranger let go of it just in time as the cylinder flew out of his hands and out the helicopter.
Yelling angrily, the Air Cadet charged and tried to punch the dripping Pup. Talon dodged with a roll through Ranger's legs and popped behind him. Ranger twisted around quickly and slugged him across the face, sending him sprawling on the ground again.
"Talon, Talon. Being your former drill sergeant, I recommend you rejoin our proud ranks." sneered Ranger, "just like Slash."
"Nah, mate. Slash went -" Talon opened his paw, suggesting an explosion with this gesture. It provoked the Air Cadet and he charged again. This time, Talon refused to budge, the slap had really knocked him off his senses.
Ranger grabbed the security Pup by the collar, and lifted him up until their faces were level, "Listen to me, useless dog, rejoin us. Or else."
"Or else what, mate?" grinned Talon, baring his fang-like teeth into a Grim Reaper smile.
His face flushed with fury and rage, Ranger ripped off Talon's eye-patch. Underneath it was a disturbing wound. His eyeball was gone, and nothing was left in his socket except for a thin red scar running from up to down. And that scar was the reminder of a knife stab.
By Ranger.
"Or else I'll do what I did to you with my knife, except to your other eye." and with that, Ranger threw Talon onto the padded floor. Crying out in pain, he was silenced by a foot which stomped against his chest. Bending down, Ranger pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the Pup's only good eye.
"Ranger mate, I'll never surrender." choked out Talon, yet not trying avoid getting shot.
"That's useless now. Any last words?" Ranger evilly questioned.
"Yes, mate."
"What is it? SPIT IT OUT!" Ranger was screaming, sweat dripping down his face and pressing the gun against Talon's forehead, "SPIT IT OUT RIGHT NOW!"
"I wanna go to heaven, mate." Talon said with a paranoid look in his eyes.
"That's it?" Ranger responded.
"Even though you're gonna come with me." Reaching under his vest, Talon pressed a button.
The helicopter exploded into a mesmerizing fireball, flames licking high into the sky. Shockwaves rang out from it, creating a definite boom. And in no time, the fire died out. The few smoldering remains fell like snowflakes onto the vast blue ocean below.
There was nothing left.