Rocky and Skye got in position while Rubble and Zuma scoped everything out… literally. They took out the opposing snipers and the RPG, making it safe for Skye while not alerting anyone. Skye flew in, and quickly was heard. Mr. Sanchez asked a guard what it was.

"It looks like one of those Paw Patrol mutts are coming in and… oh…"

"What!?"

"Does the helicopter that girl pup flies usually have guns on it?"

"What are you talking about!?"

They suddenly heard an explosion from Skye firing a rocket and the compound. Mr. Sanchez immediately sounded the alarm and prepared for battle.

"Yeah! Take that!" Rubble yelled.

"I'm going to circle back around and fire a few more rockets, then the coast is clear!"

Skye shot out a few more guards and LAPVs just in case they decided to use those.

"That's your queue, Rocky!" Chase said.

Rocky gunned it and bashed through the front gates. Using a simple switch, he was able to fire the miniguns mounted on his truck and take out all the guards in his path.

"We're in, Skye, no more rockets," Rocky said.

"Got it, switching to guns."

Rocky realized he missed a few guards and was receiving fire.

"Hold on back there!" Rocky warned Chase and Marshall.

He pulled the e-brake and shot all around him as the truck spun. He slammed the brakes to stop the momentum, then gunned it again. He realized there were more guards coming out of the compound.

"Open the door, let us fire!" Chase said.

Rocky opened the door and Chase and Marshall were able to start shooting. Marshall couldn't aim. The recoil from the rifle was knocking him down. Rocky pulled the e-brake again to face the guards head on. Chase, however, fell out.

"Rocky! Turn back! Chase fell out back here!"

"Don't worry about it, I got this!" Chase said.

Chase ran into the compound and took cover under an LAPV. He was able to shoot and not be discovered. The recoil from the rifle was starting to hurt his back. Although the pup pack was taking all the shock, his back was getting awkwardly bent.

"Zuma, Rubble move in toward up to the compound!" Chase commanded.

Zuma and Rubble followed the orders and moved into the compound.

Zuma and Rubble switched from the AW sniper rifles to the M4s on their pup packs. They were noticed immediately when they snuck through the gate and received fire. Zuma, being small and slim, dodged every bullet. Rubble wasn't so lucky. He got hit in the shoulder and grazed on the chest. As soon as he got hit, he yelped, and Zuma knew that was bad. He didn't know what to do. He knew guards were coming and had to hide. The last thing he wanted to do was leave Rubble to die.

"Code wed! Wubble got hit! He's alive but about to get captuwred! I don't know what to do!"

"Help! It hurts! They're coming for me!" Rubble cried.

"I'm in the compound!" Chase said, "Zuma, if you can't fight them off on your own, stay back until I get there! Rubble, don't fight! We'll be there!"

"Give me the go so I can bring my truck back their and get him to safety!" Rocky said.

Rocky and Marshall had just entered the compound when the code red came in. That's when they realized the guards had gotten a hold of Rocky's truck.

"Nevermind! I can't bring my truck back there! They have it!"

"How are we going to get Rubble to safety?"

"Escort him through the compound to Marshall's EMT truck! It's the only…"

"Pups! Someone has a guided missile launcher!" Skye panicked.

The guard fired, but unbelievable luck, the missile flew right through the helicopter blades without getting hit.

"I'm retreating!"

"Go Skye! Get to safety!"

Chase eventually got to Zuma, and they were able to take out the guards surrounding Rubble. Eventually, they were able to get Rubble to his paws and escort him through the compound. Rocky was going to meet half way, and Marshall was at the entrance. Lucky for the pups, running out of ammo wasn't going to be a problem, as there's barrels of ammo all around them. Mr. Sanchez intercepted their radio signal.

"Very clever pups! You're too smart to have to keep dealing with!"

"We told you the retaliation would be harsh! Wasn't expecting this were you!?" Chase taunted.

"Not sure what kind of novice you mistake me for, but you have no chance of taking down my army! Two of you are already out!"

"Rubble will pull through, and Skye's coming back."

"I have reinforcements coming! There's only a fraction of my army here! I'm willing to make a deal, however."

"No more deals!" Chase said.

"Wait, what deal are you willing to make?" Rubble asked.

"If you surrender now, your deaths will be painless. We'll come in, give lethal injections, then it'll be done. If you turn down the generous offer, we'll fight until you're forced to surrender, then we'll capture you, and torture you with a slow painful death!"

"I'd rather butcher Ryder's body and eat it than accept that offer!" Skye said.

None of the pups expected her to say that, however, they all agreed.

"Fair enough. You might wanna take some amphetamines."

Mr. Sanchez tuned out of their frequency to talk with his own guys.

"Shoot to injure, don't kill them! Make it painful!"

Chase and Zuma were able to escort Rubble and meet up with Rocky. A sniper was on a cat walk aiming at Zuma's leg. Rubble limped to catch up, and walked right into the scope as the guard fired. Rubble and Zuma both fell to the ground.

"I'm hit! Code owange! Or puwple! Or whatevaw colowr!" Zuma yelled.

Chase and Rocky ran to assist when they saw Rubble.

"Zuma, you're not alone!"

"I know Wubble is huwrt too!"

"Look… he's… uh…"

Zuma saw Rubble got hit with the same round, but in the skull.

"We have to leave him until we finish this! We'll lower him next to Ryder when this is over, we have to keep moving!" Chase said.

With the adrenaline rushing, another loss didn't hit any of the pups, but it would later.

"True code blue, Rubble's gone," Chase announced to Skye and Marshall.

Now they had to get Zuma to safety. Now Skye is in trouble. She landed, but the reinforcements saw her. She took off as quickly as she could. The reinforcements didn't the don't kill memo, and fired and an RPG at the helicopter. The last thing Skye ever wanted to do was ditch the irreplaceable helicopter Ryder had built for her, but she wanted to avenge him just as much, so she bailed and flew to the ground with her jetpack. She watched the helicopter get hit by the rocket and the wreckage hit the compound. The sight made her tear up.

She couldn't lollygag, however, she had to get in the compound. She realized she jumped into the battleground without a gun. All the guns she had were on the helicopter.

"I have a huge problem! I had to jump out of the helicopter, and I don't have a gun!"

"You did what!? I'm coming to help!" Chase said, "Rocky, make sure Zuma gets to safety!"

Chase ran out of the compound while Rocky stayed to escort Zuma. They heard Marshall on the radio.

"I'm hit! I'm not surrounded, but it's hard to walk!"

"This is backfiring! Rocky, can you take care of Marshall too!?"

"I can do it, don't worry!"

Chase saw Skye and sprinted to her. He had to get her in the compound and get a gun for her. Once he got to her, the reinforcements came through the gate. They had gotten the memo to not kill. They all jump out of the Jeeps and Suburbans they rolled up in and surrounded Chase and Skye.

"We got you now! Your run is over!" a mercenary said.

"No! It can't end this way!" Chase panicked.

"We didn't even get a chance!" Skye said.

"Well whatever little plan you had developed here was pathetic. The three remaining pups in the compound are about to get taken out!"

The guys that pulled up got a call from Mr. Sanchez.

"Those pickups with the .50 cals in the back are yours, right?"

"Pickups with .50 cals? What are you talking about?"

"There's a muscle car leading a bunch of trucks here. Those aren't your guys!?"

"You're joking right!?"

Out of nowhere, they heard a roaring V8 along with various other V8s, diesels, and inline 6s.

"Go check what that is!" the assumed leader said.

The muscle car turned the corner and hit the mercenary at 70 MPH. They realized that muscle car was a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner.

"Joey! He came for us!" Chase yelled.

There was a motley crew of pickup trucks that came in behind him. They recognized the one driving the first truck. It was J.J. Watt! Five trucks lined up next to each other, each with a .50 cal ready to shoot. Stupidly, the mercenaries started firing, so the .50 cals were brought into action. All the mercenaries dropped, and Chase and Skye were able to walk away.

"Joey! You came back!" Skye said.

"I wouldn't just abandon you like that!"

"J.J. Watt!" Chase said.

"Joey found me just in time apparently."

Rocky, Zuma, and Marshall were hiding behind a few crates waiting for and advantage to get out. There were guards patrolling, so they had to lay low until Chase and Skye come in. Marshall was able to use his EMT gear to patch up himself and Zuma.

"How are you two doing?" Rocky asked.

"It huwrts," Zuma said.

"These wounds will get infected if we don't get to a hospital soon," Marshall said.

They heard a guard coming up on them fast. They had to look for a way out and quick! They realized the only way out was the way the guard was coming from. There was no way to silently take this guard out.

"I don't know what to do!" Rocky said.

"I do," Zuma said.

Zuma didn't want Rocky or Marshall dying. He wasn't in fighting condition, so his time was here. He walked out of cover and exposed himself.

"I'm heaw! I'm heaw! I surwendaw! It huwrts! Please just make it stop!" Zuma surrendered.

"Zuma! What are you doing!?"

Zuma didn't look back. He walked towards the guard.

"Drop whatever weapons you have! You got yourself into some real unforgivable trouble!"

"I just don't want to lay and die alone! Put me out of my miserwy!"

"Orders from my boss says to make it painful. I'm going to bring you to him."

Rocky and Marshall couldn't believe Zuma threw away his life like that.

"We can't let him go!" Rocky said.

"What is there to do!?" Marshall asked.

Rocky barked, "Screwdriver!"

"Silent assassination!"

Rocky ran out silently and was heading to take out the guard. Just before it was too late, a bunch of other guards came into sight. He wasn't going to be able to take all of them out. He ran back to cover.

"No! Zuma!"

Marshall got up, "I'm going too!"

Rocky pulled Marshall back down, but accidentally by his wounded arm.

"You're not going! You're staying here!"

Marshall sat and mourned Zuma and Rubble. Rocky still had the adrenaline going.

"Code blue! Code blue! Zuma's captured! His status is unknown!"

"What!? We lost Zuma too!?" Chase yelled.

Chase, Skye, Joey, and all of J.J. Watt's guys heard Mr. Sanchez through a dead mercenary's radio.

"Very clever! Let's see if you can survive this!"

They heard a bunch of M35 "Deuce and a half" truck full of mercenaries coming. J.J. Watt knew what to do.

"The three of you, head into the compound and liberate it! My crew, five of you man the trucks, the rest of you pair up and grab one of those LAPVs!"

Chase, Skye, and Joey all ran into the compound, and J.J. Watt's crew fought off the new wave of mercenaries. The minute they entered, they got shot at by a sniper. None of them got hit, but it scared the hell out of them. Skye took off to find the sniper. The sniper shot out the turbines on her jet pack. She lost lift, but managed to land on the highest catwalk to prevent a fall to her death. What she didn't know is there was a guard right there.

"Hey little pup, I see your lost. Let me just help you out."

He picked up Skye, seeming nice, but then he shouted to another guard.

"Hey Allen! Catch!"

He was about to throw Skye to another catwalk when she started kicking at him. Unfortunately, he was already on the path to throwing her, and she kicked out of his grip and fell off the catwalk. Watching her fall to Chase and Joey seemed like slow motion. They knew she wasn't able to get saved. She eventually landed and joined Rubble and Ryder.

"Skye!"

Joey started shooting at the guards on the catwalk.

"Code blue… again! Skye… ironically fell to her death!"

Rocky and Marshall looked at each other in shock. Why they were shocked, neither of them knew.

"Alright, I'm going to join the fight," Rocky said, "Just stay behind me and find a safe place."

"I'm gonna fight too!"

"You're hurt! You can't!"

"I'll try!"

Rocky and Marshall headed to Chase and Joey.

"Zuma, come in! Are you there!?"

They heard Mr. Sanchez, "He's here and safe… for now! Now instead of deals, I'm making ultimatums!"

"I'm ok! He's telling the twuth!" Zuma shouted.

"Not for long! If you don't surrender, we will start torturing him! If you surrender, it'll be quick for him!"

Joey had a plan. To his left, he saw a staircase that would eventually lead to Mr. Sanchez's office, and to his right, he saw an LAPV.

"Alright! We'll surrender! Please don't torture him!"

"I didn't actually expect you to surrender, but I'm a man of my words so… I guess because you're surrendering, I'll let him die with you here."

"Joey! What are you doing!?" Rocky asked.

"There's an LAPV right there. It has a .50 cal in the back of it. You get in that thing, and light up Mr. Sanchez's guards, and while they're all out here, Mr. Sanchez will be defenseless. I'm going to go up those stairs and take him out!"

"No… I want to be the one to take him out!" Chase said.

"He's still going to be armed! It's a suicide mission!"

"I don't care! All I've ever had is gone! This is all I ask!"

Joey wanted to go and take him out, but he figured he might as well give the honor to Chase.

"Alright. Go, hurry!"

Chase headed up and Rocky, Marshall, and Joey got into the LAPV ready to shoot. J.J. Watt's crew was winning against the mercenaries, although there were wounded guys, there were no casualties on his crew. All but two of Mr. Sanchez' men in the compound went to retrieve the three pups and Joey. There was a bit of a problem, however. The guards were carrying a few RPGs, as if they knew the plan.

Chase made it to the office and saw the guards. He attached a suppressor to the Berretta he had in his pup pack and took them both out. He barked to have it put away, but it fell out of the pup pack instead. He didn't notice, and he barked for his M4 as he was about to enter Mr. Sanchez' office. Little did he know he was out of ammo.

"Well, you runt of a pup, don't forget your life will end today, but you won't be tortured like your friends," Mr. Sanchez said.

"Please don't huwt them! I'll take the torwtuwe fow them!" Zuma pleaded.

"It's their fault."

Chase braced himself to head in there, ready to avenge Ryder. Meanwhile, Mr. Sanchez' guards got to where the LAPV was.

"You ready, Joey?" Rocky asked.

"More ready than ever! Engage the gun!"

Rocky started the truck and engaged all the weapons. Marshall sat in the passenger seat trying to keep his wound clean. Joey lit up the guards, then the problem came into play. The guards pulled out the RPG and aimed at the LAPV.

"Joey! Get back in here! They have a…"

The guard fired the RPG at the LAPV, and Joey got back in just in time to not get caught in the explosion. Joey jumped back onto the gun. The guards reloaded the RPG.

"They have another! Joey!"

Joey jumped back in again, this time worried. The LAPV got hit again.

"This truck can't take another hit! If it does we're dead!" Joey panicked.

"What do we do!?" Marshall asked.

"The only thing we can do is pray that Chase takes him out!"

The guard reloaded the RPG and got in position to fire.

"We'll soon be with Ryder. May God forgive us for today."

Out of nowhere, there was blood splatter from the guard's head. J.J. Watt's crew saved them! The guard dropped to the ground. However, when the guard dropped, the rocket deployed from the RPG. It was aimed right at the LAPV. It seemed like slow motion to Rocky, Marshall, and Joey. Eventually, the rocket hit the LAPV, each one of them expected to die and felt the heat from the explosion. However, the heat was all they felt.

"Wait a minute, we're alive!" Rocky yelled.

"Yeah, I guess we could've taken one more hit. Problem now is all the windows are busted."

All the guards dropped like flies when J.J. Watt's crew came through. Chase entered Mr. Sanchez' office.

"Oh I see you found your way in here! Very clever! Too bad all your friends are dead!"

"You killed three too many!"

Mr. Sanchez looked back at Zuma, "Well, your time's here!"

He pulled out a .44 magnum and shot Zuma in the heart, "All of them are dead now!"

"Z… you… no! Not another! He did nothing!"

"Well, all your friends are dead, and you have an M4 with no ammo. What are you going to do!?"

"I still have Rocky, Marshall, and Joey!"

"Did you not hear all those explosions? That was the sound of an RPG taking out an LAPV! They're dead!"

Chase raged, he tried to shoot the M4 full auto, when he heard the click signaling he was out of ammo. He barked for the Berretta, but an empty claw deployed.

"Wow, that really backfired on you, didn't it?"

Chase full raged and went full attack mode. Mr. Sanchez had a set of brass

knuckles and punched Chase out of the sky.

"Ha! Torture time! How does it feel, all alone, knowing your friends are dead?"

Chase's rage turned to remorse and resentment. He realized Mr. Sanchez turned and left the .44 magnum in his reach. He gripped it, but right as he did, Mr. Sanchez turned around with a sword that was probably three feet long. Mr. Sanchez stabbed the sword all the way through Chase's body then pinned him to a wall. Somehow, Chase was able to keep a grip of the magnum with his paw. The pain was absolutely unbearable, and Chase couldn't believe any man could be so heartless.

They heard multiple pairs of boots coming up a set of stairs.

"My men are here! Do you have any last words while you can still speak!?"

"No… but… your .44... does."

Chase, with all the strength he had, put the long barrel up to Mr. Sanchez' head and pulled the trigger. The shear caliber of the round took a good portion of his cranium with it. The magnum had so much recoil, and Chase had so little strength, that it shot out of his paw as if it were the round. The people he thought were Sanchez' men came in. He was surprised to see Rocky, Marshall, and Joey. It would be a great surprise if he wasn't about to die.

"Chase!"

Rocky and Marshall started whining and panicking. Joey rushed and worked the sword out of the wall and out of Chase's body. He gently set him down.

"I'm… not gonna make… it!"

Joey tried to find a way to challenge that, but there was too much damage done.

"You're a good pup Chase! Don't forget it! The greatest of all!"

"Ugh… It'll be hours… of pain!"

Rocky and Marshall were right at Chase's side. J.J. Watt put his hand on Joey's shoulder, "We have to put him out of his misery."

Joey didn't want to do it. He realized he failed Ryder and broke down, "I can't do it!"

J.J. Watt didn't want to do it either, but it was his job. He pulled out his Desert Eagle.

"Sir, that's a little over kill," one of his guys told him.

Someone handed him a .22. J.J. Watt kneeled down next to Chase and patted his head.

"Thank you for the help and helping me out. I'm sorry I wasn't here to assist earlier. You're a good pup, and you'll see your human soon enough."

J.J. Watt fired the .22 and Chase's suffering ended. The room fell silent. No one knew what to do. The only thing there was to do was clear the place. Rocky, Marshall, and Joey rounded up Zuma, Chase, Rubble, and Skye's bodies to bring them to Adventure Bay. J.J. Watt's crew took control and cleaned out the compound to keep to themselves. They took the LAPV that kept them alive, put a vehicle trailer on it, then loaded all the remaining trucks. They found the wreckage of Skye's helicopter and loaded it on.

"What are you pups going to do now?" Joey asked.

Rocky and Marshall looked at the other pup's bodies.

"There's nothing left to do," Marshall said.

"The Paw Patrol can't be recovered. We don't really have anything to live for."

"There's always room at my place."

Rocky and Marshall both nudged Joey. They were going to stay with him forever. At least until they die, or some deranged arms dealer kills him. They said their thanks and goodbyes to J.J. Watt and his crew and headed back to Adventure Bay. Joey got a call and answered it. He put it on speaker.

"It's for you pups."

"I heard Sanchez got taken down."

Rocky and Marshall recognized the voice, "Hey Mr. Savage!"

"No need for formalities, just call me Fred."

"Wait, Fred Savage!? Is this the Fred Savage!?" Joey flipped.

"That's me. Well, I guess my revenue will suffer a bit, but I'm guessing you pups are suffering more, how are you doing?"

"We won't be the same, but we'll make it."

"Sorry to hear that, nevertheless, I'm always here if you have anyone bothering you."

"Thanks Fred."

Fred Savage hung up.

"You never told me you met Fred Savage!"

"It didn't seem important."

The three got to Adventure Bay, brought the fallen pups to a coroner, then met with Mayor Goodway to share the tragic news. After about a week of mourning, the fallen pups were lowered next to Ryder, then the lookout was converted into a museum. The building and trucks went on display, and the remains of Skye's helicopter was setup as a battle memorial. J.J. Watt also vowed to succeed the Paw Patrol, however, he, and the people of Adventure Bay knew it wasn't going to be the same.

Rocky and Marshall went home with Joey. They headed home in the repaired LAPV towing the Suburban and Roadrunner. Rocky and Marshall shared a room at Joey's. For the remaining years of their lives, they lived together, as brothers, no matter how many times Rocky was a victim of Marshall's clumsiness. Joey was happy to have upheld his promise to his son with at least two pups.