Chapter 2

All of the pups, along with Ryder and Katie, stared at Chase with their jaws unhinged and their eyes stretched to ridiculous proportions. The day had ended on a dramatic note: the PAW Patrol had gotten a mission concerning a dog that attacked someone, and Chase had just revealed the nauseating possibility that this pup was his brother. "Are you sure it's him?" Ryder finally asked.

"I'm positive. It's Swift."

"And how do you know that he wants you?" Marshall asked.

"Because he has a grudge against me. Look, the reason why he attacked Mr. Forrester was so he could draw me out and it worked. Now I need to track him down."

"But can't we talk to him?" Rubble asked, "He hurt Mr. Forrester pretty bad, imagine what he might do to you!"

"Please don't go, Chase," Skye begged.

"I have to. I'm sorry, but this is my fight," Chase said before darting off again.

"Ugh!" Skye facepawed and chased after him. The rest of the patrol followed after an exchanged glance.

Chase began sniffing the ground as he started following the scent to Main Street. Lights around the biggest street in Adventure Bay lit his way as he continued, his nose lowered to the ground. Skye and the other pups (and Ryder) were following the focused German shepherd. When Chase heard them calling his name, he knew that he would need to lose them. Even if they wanted to help, his brother would be hostile, even dangerous. He couldn't risk them getting hurt.

He quickly turned away from the scent trail and started running through random alleys. He hoped that the stench of the alleys might keep him from the others, but it would take a bit more than that to throw his friends off.

He finally ran to the end of the alley he was currently in and deployed his net. The net attached to each end of the walls, and he quickly jumped up some crates that were stacked up, climbing the net the last ten feet or so to get onto the roof. He barked shortly to retract his implement, and continued from the air. He would be uninterrupted, unless Skye flew over the net, or they backtracked and tried to go a different way. Either way, it would buy Chase some time to find Swift before the others could.

As he walked along, he continued to look for anything that might mask his scent; trash, water, anything. All too soon, however, the scent he was originally tracking got stronger. No, not now! I still need more distance!

But Chase's instincts won in. He followed the scent, which was definitely on the ground, from the roof, going at a quick pace. Chase jumped off of the roof he was on, landing in a dumpster. He got out and shook. He wrinkled his nose.

'Ugh, that oughta do it.'

He jumped out of the dumpster and continued sniffing for him, trying his best to ignore his own rotten smell. Soon enough, he did manage to find it, and he trailed along the ground, his nose lowered, in pursuit of it.

Suddenly, he was pinned to the wall! He snarled and lashed out with his blunt claws in retaliation. He glared at the pup in front of him and showed his teeth. Glaring back at him was a pup with the same stance, but his chompers were considerably sharper. He had a green collar that was worn out, possibly near the end of its life. His claws were as sharp as daggers and his bright yellow eyes were screaming rage.

"Now Chase," the pup said testily, not getting out of his stance, "is that any way to treat your older brother?"

"After what you just did," Chase said, "You need to be locked up."

The other pup rolled his eyes, "Harsh."

"Yeah, well you attacked a human and assaulted a member of the PAW Patrol, me."

"The human attacked me, I was just defending myself."

"And how should I trust you after you told me to lie to my own parents for one of your crimes?"

"You don't have a choice. I just happen to know all your friends' scents, so I know who I need to… well..." Swift chuckled.

"Leave them out of this. This fight is between you and me."

"And I know you have a liking to a particular cockapoo."

Chase's growling intensified.

"It would seem that I struck a nerve there. Shall I go introduce myself to her?"

"Leave… Her… Alone!"

Chase leapt at Swift, his paws and claws outstretched and his jaws ready to sink into fur. Swift managed to dodge Chase, but then he recovered quickly. Before he could do anything to the larger pup, Swift leapt at him and slapped him with his paw, knocking his lower jaw out of place.

The police dog fell to the ground with a loud yelp. Swift took advantage of it and hovered over him before snapping at his snout, though he clearly wasn't using all of his strength. He held Chase's paws down under him and grinned sadistically. "Vera? You're child's play for me." He took his right paw and placed it on Chase's chest. "It'll be so easy to-"

"Chase!"

Chase's eyes widened, 'Skye, no!'

Skye stood in the mouth of the alleyway, her eyes wide with terror as her muscles shock still. Swift smirked and grinned dangerously at the small cockapoo. "Well hello, señorita," he muttered lowly.

Chase tried to get up, but he heard a loud snap before feeling a terrible pain in his chest, causing him to yelp loudly. "What are you doing to Chase?!" she yowled.

"Well, I have my paw to his chest, and I managed to press my paw downward causing him to break two of his ribs. You really are an airhead if you can't see that."

Chase growled, and tried to get up, but he heard another snap and even more pain jolted through him, "And just now I broke another rib. How interesting."

"Stop it!" Skye yelled in anguish. She tensed up her muscles to leap. Skye, no…!

"Estupido. If you leap at me, I will just do the same… or worse… to you."

"Go away, Skye! You don't know what he'll- Agh!" Another series of snaps snap, on the other side. Swift broke two more of Chase's ribe.

His eyes were fiery and sadistic. "And I can break every bone in his body if you don't comply," he growled, "And when I'm done, if you're still here, I'll start on you."

Fortunately, he wouldn't get that chance because a flying trash can lid hits Swift straight in the chest, knocking him off of Chase. The smaller pup couldn't move, but he managed to steal a glance at Rocky, whose mechanical arm was deployed.

"Stay away from my friends," he growled.

Swift spat, his neck fur flaring up. Five more pups and a kid faced him, all looking equally fierce; the gray mutt was just in front. Alright… two of the mangy pests he could deal with at once. Maybe even three or four. But not when there were more than that, one of them seemed to be part cyborg, and they had a blasted human with them? He wasn't risking it.

Swift muttered, "This is only the beginning," before retreating into the shadows.

Miracle quickly darted over to Chase and began assessing his injuries. "He has five broken ribs, and his jaw is dislocated!" she reported fearfully. "I need to go to the Lookout to start surgery on him fast!"

"Surgery?!" Skye squeaked. "Like, cutting him open?!"

"I'm afraid so. I need to access his ribs in order to put them back into place."

"Have you ever even done surgery?" Skye pressed, trotting up to the other female pup.

"You'd be surprised." Miracle forced herself to sigh, releasing a breath she'd been holding in. "I've never done it with professional equipment before though." She barked into her collar, summoning her vehicle. Out of it, she dragged a pup-sized stretcher and carefully pulled him onto it. "Uh…" She hesitated, staring at Chase.

Rocky nodded, understanding her hesitance. "Ryder, I think she'll need your help to carry it."

Ryder gave a stiff nod. "Of course. We need to get to the Lookout pronto." He picked up the small stretcher and loaded it onto the ambulance before he looked at the patrol. "We'll need to split up. Someone needs to check on Mr. Forrester and Katie. Rocky and Rubble, you guys go and do that."

"But shouldn't I stick with Miracle?" Rocky asked, as Rubble chanted, "Rubble on the double!"

"I think I'll let it slide this time, considering the circumstances," Miracle said.

"Miracle's right. Between all of us, everyone will be okay. In the meantime, we just have to hope that he doesn't cause more problems. Swift is his name, right?"

"Yeah..." Skye replied.

"Alright then. Let's hurry up," Ryder said, looking down at Chase, whose tail gave a gentle wag despite his condition. 'Hang in there Chase…'