AN: Sorry for the wait. I got sick this week-still am-so it's been taking me some time to get this done. I think I got it in the place that I work. I hate working there for the summer and can't wait 'till fall comes. If some of you haven't noticed I put up a new story called "Farewell Marshall". Despite the title, it's not a tragedy, but more of a family type of story. You'll understand once you read the first chapter. I know I said I would do comedy next, but this story came to me and I felt the need to write it.

Alright, let's do this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol.

Sweat was dripping down Ryder's face as he did his best to keep calm and analyze the situation before him. Alex was tapped between multiple fires, and tied up to prevent him from escaping. Worse yet, Damian Stone could be planning an ambush to take out him and his team. He had no back up for now, and none of his pups ever had to deal with multiple fires at once. Or somebody trying to kill them.

"Okay, pups. Listen up," he spoke into his communicator, getting their attention. "The fire is too big for us to handle so we'll be treating it as a secondary objective. Getting Alex is priority number one, and nothing else."

"What if we run into Damian Stone and his gang, Ryder?" asked Rubble, with a hint of terror in his tone.

"Avoid them as much as possible. If you're in trouble, radio for help!" ordered Ryder.

"Yes, sir!" replied all his pups.

The forest that Alex was trapped in was around the corner of the street. When they made the turn he and the other members of Paw Patrol gasped at the amount of fire that had already spread. "Look at the size of that thing! I've never even seen such a big fire, let alone been in one as large as that one is!" shouted a terrified Marshall.

"Don't worry, Marshall. You'll do fine," reassured Ryder. "We have to for Alex's sake."

"R-right, Ryder! I'm ready for a ruff ruff rescue!" shouted Marshall with a few barks.

When they reached a border of the forest without any flames, the group came to a halt. Ryder got off his ATV and made his way towards Marshall's fire truck. Grabbing the hose, he got on top and started issuing orders. "Okay, just like we planned. Chase, you head out and find Alex with your spy gear. Marshall and I will head in and take out as much of the fire as possible. Rubble, you start collecting dirt so Skye can scoop it up and drop it on the flames to lower them."

"Wait a second," said Marshall as he pressed a button on his vehicle board. A side door of the fire truck opened up and revealed six sets of oxygen masks and tanks. "These tanks and masks will help you breathe through the smoke. I had Rocky make them for me a while ago just in case something like this happened."

"Nice work, Marshall," said Ryder as he grabbed one before handing one off to each of the pups. "Alright, Paw Patrol! Let's do it!"

"Ruff! Ruff! Yeah!" shouted the pups as they went to work. While Rubble and Skye stayed behind, Marshall hit his fire truck alarm and drove straight into the fire at top speed. Chase turned on his Spy Carrier and drove in a different direction.

None of them knew of three hidden individuals on a nearby hill watching them with binoculars. One of them pressed onto a walky-talky and said, "Sir, they spit up. Two are waiting at the border while that kid and the dalmatian took off center and the strange cop dog took off to the right."

"Zuma with them?"

"Negative."

"Alright, guess we'll just have some fun without him."

Chase was the first to see the fire and feel their hot flames as he drove through the forest. The leaves were like falling chips of embers while the branches burned brighter than any fire he saw. He could hear the painful crackling of the wood and the thick smoke had all but blocked his vision. Thermal vision would be pointless in this fire, and it wasn't dark enough for night vision.

Still, he had another set of eyes that could help him see. "Ruff, Drone! Launch!" Out from the back of his truck, the cyber drone launched into the air. He had programmed it to find Alex based on the kid's shape, size, and weight before it went off on its own. A small video camera appeared on Chase's goggles that recorded what the drone was seeing.

Suddenly, his drone spotted something tied up to a tree and it looked a lot like Alex. Barking with excitement, Chase drove as fast as he could towards the location. His vehicle crushed burning wood as it sped down the forest as fast as possible. When he finally reached the big tree, he got up and went up to Alex. "Alex! I'm here to save yo-"

Chase's sniffer went into overdrive as he smelled something that made his eyes widen when he got closer to the body. He had only smelled this type of smell once, and that was during his training days. It was a smell all dogs had to be trained to know just in case.

Bomb! Screamed Chase in his mind, as he tried grinding to a halt. A snap of wire that his paw broke made him even more alerted as he quickly jumped, turned around and shouted, "Zipline!"

His zipline launcher fired and landed on a non-burning tree. He quickly started to pull himself towards it just as the fake Alex exploded and knocked him off in mid-air. Yipping he landed roughly on the ground, his ears ringing from the explosion.

Shaking his head, he nearly lost his lunch when he saw what looked to be Alex's head, but sighed in relief when he found it to be a straw dummy. Hitting his pup tag, he shouted, "Ryder, sir! I just got into a nasty explosion with some fake Alex dummy! There must be more of them, and they're rigged to explode! Be careful!"

"Got it, Chase! You be careful too!" replied Ryder on the other end.

"Will do! Over an out!" said Chase as he ended the call. He shook his ears once more to get rid of the ringing before jumping onto his carrier and making adjustments to his drone's commands.

Marshall and Ryder were riding through the forests, so far avoiding the flames, while keeping an eye out for Alex. Eventually, they were coming towards a small wall of fire that forced Marshall to press on his breaks. "Ryder, the fire is blocking our path! Should we take an alternate route?"

"No, chances are Alex's is more closer to the middle of the forest where all the fires are heading towards. It seems like the kind of thing Damian Stone would do," said Ryder as he lifted the water hose. "Hose on!"

A blast of water rained down upon the flames, quickly forcing them down until they were gone. Marshall barked with approval. "Nice one, Ryder!"

"Thanks, now let's find Al-"

BANG!

Ryder could feel the bullet zip right past his helmet as he ducked for cover. A few more shots rang out and started hitting the fire truck's end. "Marshall! Floor it!"

Marshall wasted no time and slammed his paw against the gas petal, sending the fire truck screaming into the fire covered woods themselves. Behind them, two guys wielding uzi's and riding dirt bikes were following them. The two gun men continued to fire at the fire truck as Marshall swerved it around through the burning trees.

"Ryder! A-a-a-are they sh-sho-o-oting at us?! With r-r-real guns?!" shouted Marshall who was doing his best not to have a panic attack. He yipped when one of the bullets shattered his right mirror.

"Yes, Marshall! Now focus on driving!" shouted Ryder as he kept his head down. He saw the two bikers coming closer out of the corner of his eyes and wished he had a weapon with him. He looked at his hands where the hose was and nearly smacked himself for forgetting. Once the shooting had stopped, he got up and fired the hose at the bikers who scattered to avoid the high powered water blast.

One of them managed to zoom straight up to Marshall in the driver's seat and aimed his Uzi. Reacting on instincts, Marshall screamed, "Arf! Water Cannons!"

His twin water cannons came out and shot water at the rider, knocking him off his bike where he landed face first into a tree with a sickening crunch. Marshall, did his best not to hurl at the thought of possibly killing somebody enter his mind.

"Marshall! Look out!"

"Huh? Woah!" shouted Marshall as they started heading towards a tree which a straw dummy of Alex on it. Marshall pressed the breaks and cried to skid his truck away from the tree, but the sound of a wire snapping echoed in the dalmatians' sensitive ears.

An explosion soon echoed across the forest.

Meanwhile, a pile of dirt had been formed by Rubble right outside the forest. "One dirt pile just as delivered! Take it away, Skye!"

"Ruff! Ruff! This puppy is gonna fly!" shouted Sky as she used her helicopter to control a giant bucket that scooped up some of the dirt. She took off as Rubble watched her do her job that Ryder had given.

"Man, what do I do now? How come I have to wait here while everyone is having some action?" asked Rubble, pouting in disappointment.

He soon heard the sound of engines running and his ears perked up. He turned around, thinking it was Zuma and Rocky who had come with whatever invention the mixed breed had come up with this time. Instead, his face paled when he saw three strangers on dirt bike wielding something he always saw in his cartoons, but never in real life.

Guns.

Without even thinking about it, Rubble high tailed it out of there and cursed that his digger was the slowest of all the vehicles of Paw Patrol. He kept his head low as he heard the gunman getting closer on their bikes and gulped. Pressing his pup tag, he called for backup. "Ryder! Help! I'm being chased by three guys with guns! What do I do?!"

There was nothing but static as a result. "Hello?" asked Rubble, but when he got no answer he turned it off and was about to call again when the bullets started flying.

He yipped as he could hear them sailing over him and began to whimper. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no!" He wished he could just fly away or block the bullets like his hero Apollo the Super Pup, but he wasn't a super hero. Just a pup!

"… but if there is one thing I can do like Apollo, it's be brave like Apollo!" shouted Rubble, with a growl. He curved his digger around and charged forward, howling. Two of the bikers raced off to avoid the digger, but the third one panicked as Rubble headed straight for him. "Here comes Rubble! Bringing you trouble!"

The biker screamed as he slammed into the digger's blade, sending him sailing into the air and landing hard on the ground. The bike was totaled as it was thrown away and landed in a heap. Rubble gave out a cry of victory only to duck his head in fear when the other two drivers shot at him again. This time they managed to hit his truck and he lost control of his steering.

"Oh no!" shouted Rubble as he slid across the ground before coming to a stop. Rubble gulped and saw the two bikers come to a halt right in front of his truck. Lifting their guns, Rubble gasped as they aimed right at him.

The guns fired as a hail of bullets made straight for Rubble.