AN: With the amount of people that read and enjoyed this story, I decided to make a third option ending. Shout out to Del Pup for the idea of adding a military OC. Everest will also be included in the battle. Tango is a character I created a few years ago, basically supposed to be me in the form of a German Shepherd, hence my name. The major difference between me and Tango is I didn't actually receive military training when I was told I couldn't join because of my asthma. They said, "Sorry, history of asthma is a backlist" and sent me on my way... and well... I also don't lead a militia, instead I formed a band.

Tango's background:

Tango is a German Shepherd militia pup that was denied into the military because of his asthma. He has a large gun collection, or weapon arsenal, as the government tries to call it, and a larger amount of useful gadgets, or unmoral warfare gear, as the government tries to call it. After his military denial, he was still determined to fight crime and terrorism! He was determined to keep his guns, prepared for a government takeover.

He was born in the South, and raised in California. Being an American, he knew a lot of his weapons were illegal in Canada. He especially knew that because a lot of his guns were illegal for civilian use in America. They were stashed in an underground bunker in his backyard. Tango lives in Aurora, Colorado with his lover Oliver, a Border Collie pup. He is an automotive master mechanic on an every day basis.

The same general concept where the pups go to Joey's then investigates Ryder's death. This starts when the pups interrogate Mayor Humdinger, then head to Mr. Savage's supply warehouse in the preparation chapter.

The pups wiped their tears and got in their vehicles again. They headed north on the local highway, then found the exit.

"Skye, try to find the supplier from the air."

Right as Skye started looking, she got a radio transmission, most likely from the supplier warehouse.

"Attention civilian helicopter, you are in a no fly zone! Divert your course, or we'll be forced to shoot you down!"

"Wait! No! I'm just flying through with my friends!"

The person over the radio wasn't expecting Skye's high pitched voice.

"You're just a kid. What are you doing flying a helicopter?"

"I'm a pup actually. I'm on a serious mission. A mission that involves your supplier warehouse. We need permission to approach!"

"Um… how do you… never mind. Permission granted, but try anything and we will open fire."

"Chase, we can approach. Just go up with caution."

The pups slowly approach the warehouse. A few guards armed with M4s came up to them.

"What's your intentions?" the first guard asked.

"We want to know some information about a dealer you supply. It there any chance we can speak to a boss or something?" Chase explained.

"Who's the dealer?"

"Mr. Sanchez. That's the only thing we know him by."

"Alright, proceed through, we'll escort you."

There was a Pontiac G8 with amber overhead lights that escorted the pups through. The place was the size of a large college campus, but a lot scarier. They eventually came up to a building, and each pup was commanded to park in a one by one formation. When Skye landed, they had to push the helicopter into the formation. The pups were escorted on foot to the boss of the supplier.

They expected a guy a lot like Mr. Sanchez, a big, bulky and grey haired Russian dude. This guy looked a little bit like Fred Savage.

"So I heard you pups need some info on a dealer."

"Mr. Sanchez killed our human! We're trying to figure out how to take this guy down, because we're also in danger," Chase said.

"You pups look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Have you heard of the Paw Patrol in Adventure Bay? That's us?"

"Wait, really!? I heard about you! I'll help you out here. What do you need?"

"We need to figure out how to take him down. And… is there any chance we can get some guns?"

"He is a bit troublesome. I wouldn't just go in and kill him. He's a lot more powerful than you think. And when it comes to getting guns, I only sell guns to suppliers. If I give them away to civilians, they'll be traced to me a lot easier."

"How many dealers do you sell to?"

"Legal or illegal?"

"I'm not sure if any legal gun dealer will sell a bunch of guns to a couple of pups."

"There's no other arms dealers that I supply to in this part of Canada. I'm afraid I'm not willing to help you take down Mr. Sanchez myself, not because it'll make an impact on my sales, but the fact that he'll come after me. However, I will give you this. Satellite imagery to his compound. Once he's taken out, I don't expect his guys will keep fighting."

"Thanks for your help Mr…"

"Savage. Fred Savage."

Wait, that is Fred Savage!? What's he doing supplying guns to dealers in Canada!? Eh, it's besides the point. The pups were escorted to the freeway and headed back to Adventure Bay.

"It's three in the morning," Chase said, "We got a lot done, so we can't complain."

"I'm going to bed when we get back," Rubble said.

All the pups agreed. Once they got back, they headed straight to the lookout. They switched on all the circuit breakers so they could get power. They figured Joey was already asleep. They each slept about 8 hours and got up around 11. The problem was, they had no one to help them fight Mr. Sanchez. Or so they thought. Tango, a well trained militia pup, also had confrontations with Mr. Sanchez.

When Tango and his partner Oliver tried to get a weapons shipment from Mr. Sanchez, they were sold down the river. A border patrol team had ambushed them, but with luck and training, they were able to escape with their identities concealed. They never got the weapons shipment, but joke's on Mr. Sanchez. He never saw those weapons again, and Tango never went through with the payment. Tango, however, was still determined to give him a piece of his mind. They were in Adventure Bay taking a "vacation."

"How are you thinking going about this?" Oliver asked.

"Gotta find the place first. We collected the shipment at the border, we never found out where his warehouse is at."

"So we came here to Adventure Bay after we read about the Paw Patrol. How do you know a 10 year old human pup and his six normal pups can help find and arms dealer?"

"I don't but I read that they can do anything. They're in that midget Space Needle, so we might as well go and ask them now."

Oliver laughed at Tango calling the lookout a midget Space Needle. They got into their 1990 Suburban and headed to the lookout. The 1990 Suburban was not only Tango's puppyhood vehicle, having sentimental value, but also an inconspicuous vehicle, perfect for smuggling LMGs and Assault Rifles across the border. They pulled up to the lookout to see very unenergetic pups, and no human.

"This isn't like what I read," Tango said.

They got out and approached the pups.

"Excuse me, are you pups from the Paw Patrol?" Tango asked.

"Yeah, but we can't really help anyone out anymore," Chase said.

"Is Ryder here? Maybe I can talk to him about a problem I'm having?"

The pups started to get depressed again.

"Uh, Ryder's dead," Rocky said.

Tango felt bad for bothering them now. He had no idea.

"Oh… I'm… So sorry to hear that… Um… Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to or come to, I'm Tango, I live in Aurora, Colorado. I'll be in Adventure Bay for a few more days."

"I'm Oliver, if you can't find him."

"The only thing that'll help us is to help take out an arms dealer that killed him!" Rubble said.

Tango and Oliver looked at each other. Could it be!?

"Mr. Sanchez!?" Tango asked.

"Yeah… How did you know?" Chase asked.

"We had confrontation with him! He set us up! We're after him too!"

"Really? Do you have much firepower?"

"Bullet proof helmets, bullet proof gas masks bullet proof vests, bullet proof everything! And a lot of guns!"

"I don't think that's enough," Zuma said.

"Nonsense! We just gotta find him!"

"We know where he is," Marshall said.

Tango and Oliver looked at each other speechless. Their deed wasn't so selfish after all!

"Get in my Suburban! We'll avenge your human as a team!" Tango offered.

The pups were skeptical about getting into this stranger's car, but he seemed promising. They told Tango how to get to the compound from Adventure Bay. Eventually, they pulled up across the street.

"Damn! That is a heavily armed compound!" Tango was surprised.

"We went in there unarmed. We had no idea about the firepower at the time," Rocky said.

"I have satellite imagery right here!" Oliver said.

Oliver had his tablet, the same one he used to navigate Tango in rally races. He was observing the compound.

"Is that live?" Tango asked.

"Even if it wasn't, it wouldn't matter."

The pups could tell Tango and Oliver were close, but in an odd way. Not just with the speculation that they had that the two were gay, but the fact that they were just so sarcastic with each other.

"Oh… Well… Uh… That's a little…"

"What!?"

"Pups, you were right, we need more firepower," Oliver admitted.

"So we have to drive all the way back to Colorado? If we have to come back, we're flying the Huey back! That entrance can only be penetrated with a vehicle. I'm not getting this involved."

"Colorado is a 20 hour drive and an 8 hour helicopter flight! Are you going to carry a car with the Huey then?"

"Don't worry! We have the Air Patroller!" Chase intervened.

"The what?"

"Our plane! Ryder had got it for cases like this! It has a large cargo capacity, and it can carry a vehicle!"

"Let's go get it then!"

Tango saved this place on his GPS, then drove back to Adventure Bay. They returned back to the lookout, and got to the Air Patroller.

"Woah! That's your plane? Vertical capabilities?" Tango was impressed.

"It's ours!"

Robodog was out of service. No one had been there for maintenance. Luckily Tango knew how to fly. He left his Suburban at the lookout. They'd need something to tow back the vehicle Tango planned on bringing.

"It'll be a four hour flight. We never really formally introduced ourselves," Tango said.

All the pups introduced themselves and told Tango and Oliver what they specialized in when the Paw Patrol was still around.

"Well it's good to meet all of you. As I said, I'm Tango. I have military training, and I run my own militia, kind of. I have a large gun collection. Oliver here is just a wuss along for the ride."

"I'd kick you if you weren't flying," Oliver said.

Tango started petting Oliver, "You love it!"

Oliver tried his hardest to keep a straight face, but he cracked.

"So maybe I do! But he trained me with guns at taught me a lot of his military stuff. I'm not a wuss."

The pups were glad they found these two.

"So as I said, we need a vehicle to penetrate that entrance. I'm thinking my battle car will do."

"Your Rocket League battle car?" Oliver asked.

"Hell yeah! Twin turbocharged I6, armored to the 10s, rocket boost, it has everything!"

The GPS on the Air Patroller got a call out of nowhere. Tango answered to see a Husky pup. He didn't know who she was, but the pups did!
"Everest!"
"Hi pups! I just wanted to tell you I'm doing great! I get released tomorrow! How are you pups doing?"
"We're great knowing you're ok!" Rocky said almost immediately.

"Aww! You're sweet! Who are the German Shepherd and Border Collie pups?"

"I'm Tango! I'm here to help the pups with… stuff. I figured they could use some help coping."
"I'm Oliver! I'm also here to help them with… stuff."
"It's nice to meet you? What kind of stuff?"
"They're gonna help us kill the the guy who killed Ryder, the same guy who tried to kill you!" Chase said straight forward.

Tango and Oliver weren't expecting that. Tango covered mouth while Oliver covered his eyes and ears, doing a see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil gesture.
"Can I join?" Everest asked.

"Can they?" the pups begged.
Tango wanted as little amount of people to know about this as possible. The government thinks he and Oliver are law abiding citizens, when really, they're prepared for government takeover, and they deal with illegal arms dealers. If this got leaked, there it all goes.

"You said the same guy tried to kill you too?"
"He almost did. I almost didn't make it."
"Alright, you're in! Don't tell anyone about it, ok?"

"Can I tell Jake?"
"No! Don't tell anyone! We have legal interactions at stake! If law enforcement finds out, we're done!"

Everest sat there, ears down and anxious.

"What? What's with that face?"
Everest moved the camera to where Jake became visible.
"Oh great… a human knows!

"Don't worry! I approve of this, and I won't tell anyone! It's mine and Everest's secret!" Jake convinced.

"Keep it that way! I don't want to sound like a dick, but there's too much at stake!"
Really, Tango and Oliver were the only ones whose lives were at stake. Everest hung up.

"Everest can come along, but Jake can't. I don't want any humans involved."
"But why?" "He'd be a good add on!" "He wouldn't let Everest fight without him!"
"I'm sorry, but if a human casualty is involved on our side, law enforcement will be all over it. They couldn't care less about pups. That sounds bad… I'll be the one to die, I'd be your bulletproof shield."
"Now you're starting to sound selfish!"
"I'm sorry! It's just…"
Tango realized they didn't know he was living an illegal life. He couldn't let it get blown away. The government is too stupid to think a pup would have an "arsenal of weapons."

"I'll explain when we get to my house."
They eventually crossed over the border between Canada and America. They were able to bypass passports… like that really mattered. A few hours later, they got to Tango's house, on the outskirts of Aurora. Still close enough to Denver to see the skyscrapers, however. Tango landed the Air Patroller next to the his Huey. Seemingly decommissioned, it was ready for battle! But they weren't taking that. Tango lead the pups to his garage. To show off and he had to get his battle car… and to try to avoid exposing the pups to what he does.

"We have a couple cars."

Tango switched on the lights and the pups saw how many cars Tango had.

"Those are my daily drivers, a 2016 Hellcat Charger, and a 2016 Chevy Silverado 3500 retrofitted with an industrial Cummins engine. There's Oliver's daily drivers, a 2016 BMW 750i and a 2015 Cayenne Turbo."
The pups couldn't believe Tango's every day drivers were all above $60,000.
"Here's my Nissan R34 Skyline, my dream car since I was a pup. I was… How old are you pups?"
Some answered 6, some 7.

"Yeah, I was younger than you all. Here's my rally car, a 2013 Hyundai Elantra. This is one of the ways Oliver and I make a great team. Here is my armored 1969 Charger project. Here is Oliver's 1968 GTO, a 1933 Bugatti Atlantic, and last but not least, my baby. My Rocket League battle car. I'm on the Colorado Wolves. This is my Takumi model car, with mountain tires, and an accelerando rocket."
The pups were in complete awe. Tango was just showing off at this point.

"All these cars… how do you have the money?" Chase asked.

"I don't I'm a mechanic. I have contacts."
"Contacts? They just give you free cars? That's sketchy."

"Not just cars, guns too."
"They just… give you guns and cars?" Rocky asked.

"Uh… sometimes."
"We're trusting you to help us avenge Ryder! You can't tell us?" Skye begged.

"Alright, I'll tell you what I do. The militia I told you I run, isn't government approved. I buy, sell, and transport guns. Guns that are intended for good use, such as apocalypse preparation, or simply defense from government tyranny. I condemn criminal sales and feeding guns to the cartels!"
The pups turned away in disapproval.

"This is stuff I probably should've told you already. I'm a vigilante and a bounty hunter! I hunt down cartel bosses, arms dealers that deal to cartels, criminals, and terrorists! I got my training from the military, the government! I'm not trying to overthrow them, or cause anarchy! I was denied into the military on a medical condition! After I learned what the governments does that they shouldn't do, and doesn't do some things that they should, I started my own army! Me being a mechanic isn't just a cover up, it's a true passion a career! And… the ultimate irony… Oliver is a cop."
The pups all gave Tango a puzzled look.

"I don't expect you to believe me, but he is! He's what makes us exempt from search warrants. Which brings in my hypocrisy of trying to end government corruption, but I'm fighting fire with fire! Do you understand where I'm coming from?"
"Not really, but we trust you to avenge Ryder. Can you do it or not?" Rocky asked.
"Oh I can, and I will do it! Once we get more guns and armor loaded into the plane, and we get my battle car hooked up, we can go."
"So… these guns… aren't legal?" Rubble wondered.
"They're true assault rifles. Never been legal for civilians. Armor is legal, however, only issued by the government."
"I'm guessing this car is illegal?" Marshall asked.

"Nope, all of my cars are perfectly legal. Everything above ground is legal."
Tango drove the battle car up to the Air Patroller.

"You pups want any sodas?"
All the pups wanted some soda, it'd help clear their mind.

"Come with me! I'll get you some!"
All the pups but Chase went with Tango into the house. Chase snuck into the gun shelter to try to assess just what he was dealing with. Should he believe Tango? Or was he bluffing in the first place? He jumped in to see an entire armory. Organized, clearly kept by a passionate person.

"Wow, he wasn't kidding about the firepower. He… is that a…"
Chase approached the beauty. A 24 karat, gold plated six barrel minigun. The gun's bigger than he is! Probably as big as Tango! He saw a wall with pictures of Tango and box trucks full of guns. Another wall had a bunch of MREs and canned food.

"Didn't believe me, huh?" Tango said from nowhere.

"Ah! Uh… no it's I uh… I was just looking around! That's all!"

"That's what they all say."
Tango tossed Chase a soda. Chase dropped it, scared Tango was going to attack him.
"It's better if Sodas aren't dropped. Just saying."

"Where are the other pups?"
"In the house, Oliver's watching them. Did you not believe me about my firepower, or my honesty?"
Chase was still observing the guns. He turned the safety switch on a SCAR-H.

"Both I guess."

"Hey, German Shepherd to German Shepherd, military and law enforcement is in our blood. We're meant to keep order. You were a cop, you wanted to keep the peace. I'm a little less innocent, but I have the same goals. One of my goals is to take out corrupt dealers. Sanchez killed Ryder, he's going to pay. All he did to me was try to sell me down the river, which frankly is enough for me to hunt him down. Unless he bribes me. But, he can't bribe corruption. He will pay," Tango put his arm around Chase. "We'll take him down, pup. You me, Oliver and the other pups!"
Chase's trust instincts finally kicked in. He started to have a father type of feeling towards Tango. It was odd… but… could it be? No… Tango was too young to be his father.

"Hey Tango, how old are you?"
"Me? I'm 16."
Chase's surprise overwhelmed his disappointment. Tango was a bit younger than he thought.

"You know how it is for us pups, we can join the military at 12. I tried to, but I was denied because of asthma. I had a passion. I was born in the south, but I spent a lot of my later years in the hood. Those two combined made me a law abiding citizen by day, vigilante by night. I moved here after I was denied, where I met Oliver, and we kind of formed this together. I went into military training at 11… sent out at 13."

"This is gonna sound stupid, but… I thought you were my dad for a minute."
Tango laughed, "No, no girls for me."

"So, Oliver is your…"
"Sure is."

Marshall wandered in.

"Woah! Cool! Hey pups! Check this out!"
"No, nothing to see," Oliver tried to stopped.

"It's alright, Ollie, you can let them in."
The pups came in, impressed by the gun collection.

"Can we grab what we want?" Rubble asked.

"You can grab two guns each. They'll be the guns you use at the compound."
The pups found guns they like. Rocky grabbed a Heckler & Koch G36, Chase grabbed an Armalite M4, Zuma grabbed a Barrett M80 .50 cal, Skye grabbed dual wield Uzis, Marshall grabbed a SCAR-,H and Rubble grabbed an FN M249.

"Ah, you're all ambitious, I like your style," Tango complimented, "Hey Skye, you should get a little more than a couple Uzis."
"I can fly around. If I wanna fly, I gotta keep the weight down."
"You're a pilot?"
"I told you a flew a helicopter didn't I?"
"You're flying the Huey! You'll be airstrike."
"I've always wanted to fly a Huey!"
"Mine's got rockets and miniguns."
Now Skye really wanted to fly it!

"It's my baby, I'm trusting you with it!"
"I'm an experienced pilot, don't worry!"
"I sure hope so! Pups, grab a secondary gun, then I gotta fit you with armor!"

The pups grabbed more guns, then Tango had to fit them with armor. Chase wasn't so hard, but Skye, being as small as she is, it was hard to find armor for her.

"Uh… how big is this vest on you?"
Tango put the vest on Skye, then she jumped around. It wiggled around, which might present a problem for the jetpack.

"It's the smallest vest I got. Maybe the jetpack's harness can tighten the vest?"
"Put the harness outside the vest? I've never done that, if the vest flies off, so does the jetpack."
"You'll probably be flying the helicopter anyway. You'll only need it if you have to ditch it, or when you runn out of ammo."
Skye put her jetpack harness over the vest, which helped tighten it.

"Alright, let's go back to Adventure Bay. I believe we have a job to do. Ollie, you fly with Skye in the Huey, Skye, follow me. Any pups want to go with Skye and Oliver instead of me?"

"I'll go, I'll watch over the ladies," Chase said.

"Really? You got Chase to insult me too?"
"You love it!"
Tango pet Oliver. That must've been their thing.

"It's a German Shepherd thing and you'll never understand it!"

"Glad I'm not a German Shepherd then."
"You'll always have some German Shepherd in you."
Oliver gave Tango a "are you stupid" look. Tango realized he said a dirty joke in front of little pups. Luckily the pups are still young and innocent. Tango quickly walked away.
"Can one of you teach me how to stap my battle car up to this thing?"
Tango eventually figured out he had to be airborne to do it. Eventually, everything was situtated, and the Air Patroller and the Huey, UH-1H to the exact, were on the way to Adventure Bay. Mr. Sanchez better start praying!