The ride back to Adventure Bay was smooth until they got to the Canadian border. Tango and Skye ascended, figuring they had an immunity, so they weren't afraid to appear on Canadian radar. The problem is, the Canadian Air Force scrambled jets. They didn't see the guns on the Huey, so it wasn't the seemingly civilian helicopter they were worried about. Tango saw three CF-18s fly into view.

"Oliver! Skye! 1 and 11 o'clock! Canadian fighters!" Tango warned.

The fighters turned back around and tailed the Air Patroller and the Huey.

"We have a reason to believe you are flying a stolen aircraft! The owner of that plane died two weeks ago!" a pilot said through the radio.

"No! It… It's not uh… this plane uh… we have…" Tango wasn't good under pressure.

"The human passed away, but we have the pups with us," Oliver explained.

"You have hostages!? We might be dealing with a heavy situation here!"
"We're not hostages! They're helping us!" Rocky jumped in.

"What's your name? You're from the Paw Patrol?"
"I'm Rocky. I was the recycling specialist, but now I'm just a mongrel."

"Last name? I'll do a search."
"I'm a pup, I don't have a last name."
Tango's anxiety was killing him. It was somewhat relieving to know they were worried about the Air Patroller, because they stashed everything in the Huey. Tango as prepared for some flak, but he wasn't expecting the military. He was hoping Oliver being a cop would help them out.

"Non Paw Patrol, what's your name?"

"I'm Tango, I'm helping the pups cope with their loss."

"I'm Oliver, and I'm with Tango."

"Last names? Where is your residence?"

"Osweiler. We live in Aurora, Colorado," Tango said.

"Divert your course towards Suffield Air Force Base. We'll run background checks and an inspection."

Tango's anxiety redlined. He didn't care about background checks, but if they saw the weapons and armor, especially smuggling it over the border, there goes his life. It wasn't local law enforcement, or even border patrol, it was the damn military!

"Uh… I'm not sure that's necessary… Uh… Maybe we can go to Adventure Bay Airfield?" Tango offered.

"I'm afraid we cannot do this operation at a civilian airport."

Tango wasn't going to let it go. If he got caught, it wouldn't just be him responsible, it'd also be the pups. He wasn't going to let the pup's lives get dragged down as well. He had to think.

"Is the helicopter going to require inspection as well?"

"Does it belong to you? If so, it doesn't need inspection."

"It belongs to me and Oliver. License number N4385H."

The pilot had a guy at the base run a check on the helicopter, then did a face scan on Oliver to make sure it was actually him.

"Good to go. The helicopter can continue, the plane must follow us to base."

Tango was relieved and more cooperative now.

"10-4, I'll follow you."

Oliver, Chase, and Skye went back to Adventure Bay while the rest had to add a couple hours to their trip. Tango's background check was run. Completely clean… Aside from an excessive amount of speeding tickets. He got one on every road trip. They inspected the Air Patroller, and Tango had to show proof of ownership for the Rocket League battle car. The pups didn't have last names, so they couldn't have background checks run. But with Tango's clean record, he had credibility, so they let them go. Eventually they got Adventure Bay. It was two in the morning, so it was time to sleep.

The next day, they had to plan their attack. Whether or not they would attack today depended on how fast they planned. Oliver pulled up the satellite imagery.

"Hey Tango, did you bring the Chromecast? We can pull up what I have here on that TV."

"Let me look."

Tango brought the Chromecast and hooked it up to the TV at the bottom of the lookout. Oliver hooked up the tablet, and all the pups could see.

"The entrance is here, there is a parking lot here," Oliver had a pen so he could highlight over where he was explaining, "From what I saw, there were LAPVs here. Those can mess us up, but if we get to one, it'll give us a huge advantage. I can't see inside, this is only helping us on the outside."

"Rocky and I saw a little bit of the inside. There were a lot of guards!" Marshall said.

"And a lot of searchlights," Rocky added.

"Searchlights don't mean shit. We're going in combat, and we'll be wearing bulletproof night vision gas masks."

Tango was already in his combat mode and wasn't taking or being gentle. He grabbed all the armor and was tossing it, ready for battle.

"Guard here, here, here, snipers here and here, heavy specialist here. They'll all need to be taken out before we go in. Either with the Huey or snipers," Oliver observed.

"See? He's the brains, I'm the muscle I can't do shit without him. We make a good fuckin team!"

"Awe you ok Tango?" Zuma asked.

"It's how we German Shepherds are! No human to guide us, and we get crazy when it's time for battle!" Chase said.

"That's what I'm talking about!"

Tango ran and hugged Chase. Chase couldn't breathe because of how tight Tango gripped him.

"Ah! Maybe not kill me… Before the battle!"

"Nonsense! We're immortal."

"Chase might need his lungs," Rocky intervened.

"You too you little Oliver! Small, tough and smart!"

Tango dropped Chase and hugged Rocky, however, he clearly didn't squeeze him the way he did Chase, so Rocky felt the love. Tango went all across the pups, hugging all six. Everest walked into the lookout, and he hugged her without warning.

"Oh… Uh… Hi?" Everest hadn't met Tango yet.

"I'm guessing you're Everest! Ready to fight?"

"Uh… What? Why are we fighting?"

"We're taking out Sanchez once and for all!"

The pups had to explain.

"That's Tango, the German Shepherd you saw on the video. He's acting like that because his adrenaline's ready for battle," Rocky explained.

"We're preparing for battle. I'm Oliver, I'll also be helping."

"That explains enough… I guess. I can't wait to help take him out! So what are we… Can you put me down?" Everest asked.

"Oh sorry!"

Tango put Everest down.

"You didn't get her armor did you?" Skye asked.

Tango looked at Everest, then the pups, then Oliver.

"Uh… None of you reminded me?"

"It was your job," Oliver said.

"You can use mine," Skye offered, "I'll be flying a helicopter anyway."

"Thanks Skye! That's nice of you!"

Everest tried to put the armor on, but it was too tight and she couldn't zip it.

"Well, that might be a problem. I don't want to fly all the way back to Aurora."

"It… It's fine. I'll just sit out," Everest was disappointed,

"No you won't. Here's my armor. I'll go in with no armor," Rocky offered.

"No you won't do that either," Tango intervened.

"Then what!?"

Tango observed the pups. He had to see what armor could fit who. They took a step back from observing satellite imagery to plan their attack to fitting armor… Again.

"Alright, Zuma, you're smaller than Everest. See if Skye's armor will fit you, give your armor to Everest, see if it'll fit then. If not, we'll see if Rocky or Rubble's armor fits Everest better."

Skye's armor hugged Zuma. It wasn't the best fit, but getting squeezed by armor is better than getting shot. Zuma's armor was the same for Everest. Everest put on the vest, leg, and tail armor. Rocky stared at her. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Everest stretched from the armor being wrapped so tight around her.

"Does it work?" Tango asked.

"Sure does! It's not too bad of a fit!"

Rocky kept staring at Everest, but suddenly had to hurry and put armor on. Tango was the only one that noticed, and helped hide the suspicion.

"Good idea Rocky! All you pups gear up and grab your guns!"

"I never got one," Everest said.

"That's alright, I got extra of those."

Tango took Rocky outside.

"Aren't you a little young to be in love?"

"You know? Y… You saw?"

"Young love, there's nothing sweeter."

"It's nothing. You're right. I am too young."

"Good, cause I wanted her."

Rocky froze up, giving Tango the most priceless look he had ever seen. Tango dropped to the ground laughing. Rocky gradually realized Tango was joking.

"Oh! That look you gave me! I can't believe you believed me! She's way too young, and I'm gay! Anyway, don't let her distract you during battle! You can die for her, but don't die from her. That's what I learned from Oliver."

"Um…"

"Don't be distracted from her, but feel free to save her!"

Rocky was still confused.

"Don't be staring at her and drooling over her, and not pay attention, then get killed. But if you see her not paying attention, feel free to take a bullet. Although we're covered in armor, we still have weak spots, like between our vest and our mask."

"Got it…"

The two went back into the lookout, all the pups geared up except Tango.

"You told us to gear up. Looks like you wanna get shot," Chase said.

"Maybe I do."

Tango grabbed his gear and put it all on. That's when someone who the pups seemed to forget about came in.

"Uh… Pups?" Joey asked.

"Joey!"

They all ran and greeted the pups.

"Who is this?" Tango asked.

"I should be asking you that!" Joey said, clearly not happy.

He notice the armor. It was all matching and he knew it came from Tango.

"What are you putting these pups up to!?"

"I'm helping them avenge Ryder. I'm glad to help, but I mean no disrespect. Can you tell me who you are?"

"After you!"

Tango had no idea who this human was, and he didn't trust him. He used his fake identity.

"My name is Günter Schneider. You?"

"Joey."

"Last name?"

"Why should I give you my last name when you won't give me your real one? You're not a German!"

"Ja? Was bringt dich dazu,das zu denken?"

"Du hast einen Amerikanisch akzent wann du Deutsch sprechen!"

"Tango, du kannst ihm vertrauen!" Rocky said.

"Tango Osweiler. I live in Aurora, Colorado. This is Oliver, my associate. We are helping the pups avenge their human, Ryder. Bet you wouldn't know anything about that!"

"Ryder was my son!"

That shut Tango up.

"I'm sorry! I thought you were some stranger! Um… Uh… Do you want some armor? A couple guns? At your service!"

"I want you to get this armor off these pups and keep them away from the battlefield!"

Tango looked back at the pups. He's never had a more willing army.

"I believe you should leave that decision to the pups!"

"I'm not going to let you pups get killed! It's a promise I made to Ryder, it's a promise I won't break! He's gone! Taking out his killer won't get anything accomplished."

The pups looked amongst each other, at Tango, Oliver, then back at Joey. They weren't willing to give this up, but they didn't want to upset Joey.

"Pups? What do you want to do?" Tango asked.

"I can't rest until I know Ryder's killer is in the ground," Chase said.

"I'm with him!" "I feel safe with Tango."
"No! This pup is a psychopath! He's going to get you all killed! You're coming home with me!"

"But Joey!?" "You can't make us leave!" "We want to do this!"

Joey hooked leashes up to the pups. The pups hadn't been leashed since… since ever!

"This isn't the stone age! Pups don't get leashed up!" Tango intervened.

"Don't make me call animal control on you!"

"I'm a US citizen with a clean record, military service, and full credibility! Canadians won't touch me out of respect!"

"When it comes to pupnapping, I feel like you'll be locked up!"

Tango and Joey were face to face. Joey was kneeled down, and Tango stood tall.

"Joey, I'm sorry! We want to go with Tango!" Chase jumped in.

"We've worked hard to find his killer even before Tango!" Rocky added.

"Ryder would want us to do what we want to be happy! If we go back with you, we'll just be miserable, knowing Ryder's killer is living and thriving! He wouldn't want that!"

Joey was starting to become hurt by this.

"You think he'll be happy with you all dying in an unnecessary battle? You have a choice. Either you drop this, and never talk to this pup again, or you'll never see me again! Remember, I'm Ryder's dad! I inherited you because it's what he wanted! It's me or this goon."

The pups were now heartbroken. They wanted this really bad, but they didn't want Joey to leave. They felt bad for him now. They felt bad for Tango as well.

"It's alright pups. Go with your heart. Don't worry about how I feel. Sanchez will be taken out! Oliver and I will make sure of it! Just know I love all of you!" Tango comforted.

Chase stayed by Tango's side, and Skye hugged him, crying into his fur. Everest stayed by Tango's side as well, never developing a bond with Joey. Zuma and Rubble went to Joey, Skye did the same after wiping her tears off on Tango. Rocky and Marshall were still skeptical.

"You'll never see me again!"

Marshall walked over to Joey. Rocky was too determined to finish this and he wasn't going to let it go!... and Everest is with Tango as well. He walked over to Joey, but only to say goodbyes. Tango didn't know that at first. He'd hoped Rocky would stay.

"Joey, thank you for taking us in. Zuma, Rubble, Skye, and especially Marshall, you're all one of the greatest friends I've had!"

Rocky nudged up against Joey, then hugged the pups, lastly Marshall.

"But I have a mission, and I've been called to complete it. I'm sorry Joey, but I feel going with Tango is better. I love you pups, I'll never forget you, but I'd rather keep my dignity than my life!"

Rocky walked back to Tango who welcomed him.

"You're making a mistake," Joey discouraged.

"Worst case scenario is death. I'll see Ryder."

Tango only had three of seven pups standing by him, but all seven still had armor on. That was until Joey had the others take it off.

"Alright pups, take the armor off, give it back. We're going home."

Zuma, Skye, and Rubble all took off their armor. Marshall had his vest unzipped, but he looked back up at Rocky, his closest friend since… ever. He looked up at Joey and at Tango. He zipped the vest back up.

"Sorry Joey, I agree with what Rocky said."

Marshall walked back to Tango. Joey didn't want to lose the rest, so he hurried and pressured them to go.

"Alright, let's go home. Warm beds, fresh food, and plenty of treats!"

Joey walked to his Suburban, tugging on the pups' leashes. Tango realized all the pups but Everest were still leashed.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Tango yelled.

"You're going to get these pups killed! You think I'm going to let you take them?"

All six pups tugged on the leashes, Joey not being able to overcome all six. Everest joined and helped. Tango stood humbly.

"You pups sure are defiant aren't you? If you're so dedicated to this, then so be it!"

Joey threw the leashes at Tango and left. The pups whimpered as Joey's Suburban drove away. The pups realized Joey and Tango both had a Suburban. Was it coincidence? No, it's symbolism.

"Well, put on your armor, grab your guns, it's time for combat!"

The pups weren't in the mood, but it was now or never.

"I'll drive my battle car, Oliver, take the pups with the Suburban, Skye, you fly the Huey. I'll put a vantage point on the GPS."

Tango set the GPS to a hill by the compound. They would scope out the place before they attacked. The satellite imagery only gave them a straight down view. The vantage point would give them side views and views into the compound. Once they approached, Skye had to land a good distance away to not get detected. If she had her own helicopter, it's small and quiet enough to land close, but not the Huey. Tango drove her closer. He and Chase both took a closer look. Tango had military grade binoculars, and Chase had his spy helmet.

"Alright, let's see what we're looking at. Alright… Chase you seeing all this?" Tango asked.

"Seeing all what? I'm just seeing a handful of guards and unused LAPVs."

"That's alright, I got eight years of scoping experience on you. I got good news and bad news. I'd ask which one you want first, but it's better I say the bad news first."

"I wanted to hear the good news first," Rubble said.

"Cover your ears and I'll give you a different brief. So the bad news is there's snipers, LAPVs on call, multiple heavy gunners, and a lot of guys in there."

"We knew that! I pulled up satellite imagery and that's exactly what we knew!" Oliver snapped.

"The good news is we already knew that. Oliver, Zuma, you're my snipers. There's a hill behind the compound as well. The two of you go onto that hill and take out the heavy gunners and rival snipers. Skye, when I give you the signal, you fly in with the Huey and launch a couple rockets to take out any gunners and staff around the LAPVs. Once you take them out, I'm going to rocket in there, bust open the gates, and take out any guards up front. Once I do, I'll come back and pick up the rest of you pups and drive you in. It'll be cramped having six pups in that tiny car, but I'd rather have that than have you getting shot at on the way to the compound."

"Um… what?"

"I'll brief you when the time comes. Oliver, you got the Suburban. Drive Skye to the Huey, then go to the top of the hill. Do any of you have any questions or want to say anything before we go get shot at?"

"This awmoaw is going to pwotect us… wight?" Zuma ensured.

"Don't worry, this is top of the line military grade armor. Our only weaknesses are in between our vests and masks. It'll get hard to breathe in our masks. Do NOT take off your masks in combat! I don't care how out of breath you are! Get to a vantage point, make sure you're not getting shot, then pull up your mask to catch your breath. Your mask will protect you against the .308s and the 7.62s. Your vests can almost survive a .22!"

Tango started laughing at his own joke, then realized no one else was laughing.

"Well… no sense of humor. Anyway, you can survive a hell load of rounds, but the object is to not get hit. Anything else?"

"Are you two gay?" Rubble asked from nowhere.

Tango and Oliver looked at each other, not expecting that question. Rocky and Chase were the only ones that knew.

"I was wondawing the same," Zuma said.

"Yeah we are, it doesn't make you think different of us does it?" Oliver asked.

"Of course not! It's cute!" Everest said.

"Definitely makes me feel different about gay pups," Marshall added.

"Anything else?" Tango asked.

"Bring it in!" Chase lead.

All the pups huddled up.

"Remember why we're doing this pups! Remember why we're about to take lives! Remember why we're willing to go in there and die! It's for Ryder! This man killed Ryder, a death he didn't deserve! Sanchez made us suffer! It's time to take him out! To Ryder on three! One two three!"

"To Ryder!" All nine pups yelled.

"Y'all ready!? Let's go!" Tango yelled.

Six pups packed into Tango's battle car, and Oliver dropped Skye off at the helicopter, then he and Zuma went to the vantage point on the hill behind the compound.

"Alright Zuma, what are you seeing?" Oliver asked.

"Black."

Oliver flipped up the lens cover on Zuma's rifle.

"Oh thanks! Umm I'm seeing a bunch of guys now."

"Me too, we got something in common. You see that sniper next to that 50 gallon drum? Take him out, I'll take out the guy on the opposite catwalk. One, two, three!"

They both took out those targets.

"You see those two to the wight? They'll spot them! I got the one on the left. One two thwee!" Zuma said.

Oliver was impressed.

"Good call! How old are you?"

"Six."

"You can aim like you're 60! How much shooting experience do you have?"

"Does Gwand Theft Auto count?"

"Aren't you a little young to be playing Grand Theft Auto?"

"Nope. Especially when I'm having fun kicking Mawshall's butt!"

Tango was heard over the radio, "Are y'all jerking it, or shooting?"

"I wouldn't talk to Zuma like that. He's a natural markspup!"

"He knows I'm messing with him! Besides, I'm sitting behind bullet proof glass. Just start taking out…"

Zuma started firing, then suddenly the gun wouldn't shoot.

"Oh no! The gun won't shoot! That body is about to be detected!"

Oliver finished the sniper Zuma couldn't hit, then had to explain why the gun wouldn't shoot without laughing?

"The gun needs reloaded."

Zuma pulled out the magazine, "Oh… I knew that."

"Come on in Skye! Take em out!"

Skye came in with the Huey, rockets engaged, guns deployed, completely badass! She fired at guards, gunners, LAPVs, everything! Giving Sanchez a piece of her mind!

"What the hell was that!?" Mr. Sanchez panicked.

"Sir, we're under attack! There's a Bell UH-1 flying overhead, there's snipers, and there's a suspicious vehicle out front.

"What are you waiting for!? Terminate them!"

"Pups, stay in the ditch until I come back! Skye, switch to guns!"

Tango strapped in, adrenaline going. He flipped switches. Ignition, turbo, nitrous, rocket. The rocket fired up, then Tango gunned and activated the rocket. He front flipped into the gate as he would as if he were hitting the Rocket League ball on kickoff. The welded titanium gates didn't even dent the car as it smashed through. The guards were firing at the car, once again, not damaging it.

"That all you got fuckers!?"

Tango jumped the car, then activated the rocket to propel him into the air. He had to tense up his lungs and torso to prevent himself from passing out.

"Hi Zuma!" Tango yelled as he flew above the compound.

"No hi for me?" Oliver asked.

"No one cares about you!"

Tango rocketed towards the ground and landed lightly, then splattered and hand full of guards, and lead Skye to take out guards out front.

"Pups, put on your masks! I'm picking you up!"

Tango picked up the five pups waiting for him. The five got in, and Tango disabled the rocket, not risking hitting it with none of the pups strapped in. Tango drove them right in, and they all jumped out.

"Stick together! At least keep a buddy system! Choose a buddy, stick with him!"

"Snipaws taken out!" Zuma announced.

"Good job Zuma! How are you Ollie!?"

"Good knowing you care!"

"You two stay together! Never leave each other's side! Skye how are you?"

"Doing great! Can I keep this helicopter?"

"I'll take it into consideration. Move into the compound pups! Buddied up yet?"

Chase stood by Tango's side. Rocky was skeptical on choosing between Marshall or Everest. His best friend or his crush? Everest wasn't a guarantee, but Marshall would understand completely. Tango saw Rocky not paying attention, and also a sniper aimed right at him on a catwalk. He jumped in front of Rocky, taking the round right to the vest, preventing Rocky from getting hit in a weak spot. The caliber of the round was bit larger than he thought. He thought it was a 30-06, but it turned out to be a .50 cal Barrett. The force of the round caused him to fly back. That caused the pups to panic.

"Tango! Tango, can you hear me!?" Chase panicked.

"What happened!?" Oliver had no idea what happened.

"I'm good! That round was a bit bigger than I thought!"

"Is he ok!?" Oliver asked.

"I'm fine! Got hit in the vest. Push forward! Stick with your buddy!"

The pups still hadn't made their decisions, they were too busy shooting their way through the compound. Rocky asked Everest to stick with him. Marshall would understand.

"Hey Everest, do you want to… maybe… partner u…"

Rocky got hit in the mask. Everest pulled him down and got him to where he wouldn't get hit.

"Don't die and I'll partner up with you!"

"Thanks Everest!"

Tango was getting frustrated with Rocky.

"What did I tell you Rocky!? I pulled you aside to talk to you, and you're ignoring me!"

"I'm sorry! I just… I just almost got killed."

Rocky's realization kicked in, activating his adrenaline. Just then, Mr. Sanchez intercepted their transmission.

"Very clever! I see you got help!"

"I told you we were going to retaliate!" Chase yelled.

"Hey, remember me shithead!?" Tango asked.

"Nope, don't recognize your voice."

"You sold me down the river!"

"I might remember. Are you an American?"

"Günter Schneider, the German Shepherd. Sound familiar?"

"What!? You made it out of that ambush!?"

"No thanks to you! You never heard of Günter Schneider after that because that wasn't even my name! My real name is Tango and I'm an American! And I'm coming for you! Not because you sold me down the river, but because you killed an innocent boy and made these pups suffer!"

"Why would you tell me your real name!?"

"Motivation! You'll rat me out if you make it out!"

Mr. Sanchez went back to his own radio, now scared knowing there was a Tango inbound.

"Take out that German Shepherd! He can't make it out alive! If his butt buddy shows up, take him out too! Keep the pups alive though! I want them brought to me!"

"Shoot your way through this! Don't get caught and stick together! Oliver, Zuma, if it's clear on the rooftop come on in! Skye, how are you doing? Make sure you don't leave that helicopter, you don't have armor!"
"Tango? Um… Someone has a guided missile locked onto me!" Skye panicked.

"Oliver! Zuma! You still on that hill? Weed out that homing launcher guy!"
"We packed up our snipers already!"
Tango started to run out of the compound, getting hit repeatedly.

"Chase stick with two of the others! Skye! I know I just said never leave that helicopter, but jump out! I'm coming out to cover you!"
"This helicopter means a lot to you! I'm going to evade it! I'm not going to ditch this helicopter!"

"I love that helicopter! But your life is far more important! Eject now!"

Skye flew off over the hill with a missile pursuing her.

"Skye? Skye!"

"I'm landing the helicopter and flying back with the jetpack!"

"No! If you landed safely stay back! Don't come back without armor!"

Skye did so anyway. Zuma and Oliver finally got to the compound from the back side.

"We're here! They're fighting a two front war right now! We can flank them, then get to Sanchez faster!" Oliver announced.

"Alright, pups how are you doing?"

"Annihilating! This armor is amazing!" Chase said.

"Good to know! Skye you're still at the helicopter, right?"

Tango was running back into the compound when Skye flew in right above his head

"SKYE!"

"Don't worry Tango! I won't get hi…"

A sniper hit Skye's jetpack, and she lost all turbine power.

"Spoke too soon!"

Tango ran full speed chasing after Skye, but she plummeted and fell to the ground. He jumped through into the battlefield, his 100 round drums coming in handy as he shot his way to Skye. Chase jumped out. They felt like juggernauts! Tango finally got to Skye's crash site.

"Skye! Where are you!? Please tell me you're ok!"

Skye poked her head out of a crate full of 5.56 rounds

"Wow! Who could've known bullets could save my life!"

"Thank God you're ok! Oh I'm gonna kill you!" Tango was relievingly enraged.

"What did I do? Ah! That fall hurt!"

Tango helped Skye out of the crate, holding himself back from gripping her too hard with intent of punishment.

"I don't feel too bad despite falling like that."

"Stay behind me! Don't disobey me with that!"

"Tango! I'm sorry!"

"You could've gotten killed! Do you know the affect it would've had on the pups!? Do you know how much remorse I would've felt knowing I had failed to protect you? The last thing I want is…"

Tango got shot in the mask.

"Hey Tango! Don't let girls distract you!" Rocky mocked.

Tango's not the type to joke in battle, but he couldn't help but laugh. He threw Skye onto his back and held his head high to block bullets. By this time, Oliver and Zuma had gotten to the rest ofnthe pups. The gunfire was starting to die down. Victory was imminent! Mr. Sanchez intercepted their radio frequency again.

"I'll tell you all what! I have I have reinforcements coming in, and they're going to overwhelm you! You can either run now, forget about all this, and we won't come back after you! Or if they do overwhelm you, you can surrender now to make it painless!"

Tango has never surrendered before, and he's not going to start now!

"You should be a comedian! I never surrender! I'm not going to let these pups die! I'll die, but in battle!"

"You won't die either!" Oliver intervened.

"You're bluffing! You don't have reinforcements!" Chase added.

Just then, a bunch mercenaries ran into the compound. They unloaded from about 20 Jeeps. All nine pups were covered behind the same line of crates.

"He wasn't bluffing…" Chase stood corrected

"We're in this together! We're here to take out Ryder's killer! This is just a

few more guys! We got this!" Tango motivated.

"80 mercenaries is a few more!?"

"Just push through and make sure Sanchez doesn't escape!"

The pups shot their way through the mercenaries. Mr. Sanchez was sitting in his office surrounded by guards. He was watching the fight through security cameras while on the black market looking for buyers for his supply of weapons. He was also looking for mercenaries to hire. He'd need guards once this was done and he personally took out these pups.

"These vests aren't going to take much more!" Tango warned.

"You said they'd last us!" Chase yelled.

"I also didn't expect reinforcements! I thought this was just an average arms dealer!"

"I'm out of ammo!" Rubble panicked.

"Don't worry! Thanks to your good taste in guns, we have the same gun! I can toss you some… or not… this is my last mag."

"No! I'm out too! We'aw gonna die!" Zuma yelped.

"You didn't really seem to catch on did you? There's crates of ammo all around us! Dig in! Reload your magazines!"

The pups gave Tango a puzzled look.

"You don't know how to put rounds into a magazine do you?"

The pups were still puzzled.

"Go to the crates and dig for ammo!"

Tango was being sarcastic, but Everest went to grab .308 rounds. Her neck was fully exposed the way she had her head down. Rocky was the only one that saw the red dot aimed right at her bare neck.

"No! She already almost died!"

He ran to cover her. He jumped to take the bullet. There wasn't a dunk sound like when something heavy hits kevlar. But there was a yelp from Rocky. The round from the rifle hit a bullet that was already enlodged into his vest. He fell out of the air, Everest well aware of what happened and stood over him covering him from bullets. Marshall figured out what happened.

"Rocky!" Marshall screamed.

He jumped out of cover, tried to shoot, but he only ended up getting shot multiple times in the mask and the vest. It felt weird, and it struck nothing but fear into him. He had gotten hit enough times to get knocked off the crate and fall onto his back.

"Oww!"

Tango ran up to Marshall.

"Are you ok!? Why would you do that!?"

Marshall got right back up and ran to Rocky. That's when Tango saw Rocky lying wounded on the ground.

"Fuck! Oh shit!"

Tango chucked a grenade to make sure he hit the rifleman and ran to Rocky.

"I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!"

"No you're not! Don't say that you dumbass!" Tango growled.

Tango unzipped the vest, Zuma, Chase, and Oliver providing cover. Tango wasn't a field medic, so he wasn't sure what he could do. When he finally got the vest off, it was good news. The 30-06 round had only shoved in an already compressed 5.56 round. It was still lodged into his chest, which could hit anything.

"I'm bleeding! I'm going to get infected!"

"No shit you're gonna bleed! You got shot! You think I didn't have any blood come out when I got shot!?"

"It hurts! Please! Do something!"

"Uh… ok, this is really going to hurt! I gotta pry out the round! Bite down on my arm!"

As Tango started pulling out the round, Rocky started yelping and clamped onto Tango's arm, causing him to yelp. Rocky's teeth had fully penetrated Tango's arm while Tango finally got the round out of his chest. He finally let go.

"You uh… don't have any diseases do you?"

Rocky gave Tango a really tight hug.

"Thank you!"

Tango wrapped his arms around Rocky.

"It's not done, but you'll live! In would've been crushed if you wouldn't have made it!"

"Y… there's more to do?

"Well, I don't have to check to make sure it didn't hit any organs. But In have to sanitize the wound and patch you up."

Suddenly the gunfire stopped.

"Did you take them out already?" Skye asked.

"No, they're retreating! Sanchez could get away!" Oliver said.

"Let's go make sure he doesn't escape!" Chase motivated.

"But Rocky's hurt. He needs cover!" Everest snapped.

"Tango, let's go! It's a job for us!"

"I gotta tend to Rocky!"

"I can do it! I'm a medic!" Marshall announced.

"Go! I'll be fine!" Rocky said.

"Alright, it's time to end this once and for all! Everest, I believe you can come up with a way to compensate for the pain he's going through."

Tango winked at Everest. She didn't understand.

"Tango you dumbass! Go!" Oliver snapped.

Tango went with Chase up the corridors to Mr. Sanchez's office. The rest made their way to the front of the compound. They found a cart to put Rocky on, although he wanted to walk. Tango made orders to not let him walk. That's when they all realized why the mercenaries retreated. It was to get an RPG. The pups on the bottom level radioed Tango.

"Tango! They grabbed an RPG they're going to try to blow us up!"

"They have a what!? How close are you to the LAPVs!? Go to those! They'll survive three shots! I'll get there in time!"

The pups on the bottom floor complied, lead by Oliver.

"Chase, go to Sanchez! Radio me if you encounter any problems!"

Tango looked down at the main floor. An explosion had already went off.

"You were all in the LAPV right!?"

"Yeah! We're safe!"

He looked down to see a crate of bullets. He jumped down, not getting much of a fall shock. Chase pulled of his mask to get fresh air. He pulled out the earpiece and put that back on. He ran to Sanchez' office. There was another explosion. Tango ran to the army that had the RPG.

"Hey! Pick on your own species!"

The mercenary went to aim the RPG at Tango. Tango shot the mercenary with a .44 mag. The mercenary fell to the ground, and the RPG fired. Right at Tango. The rocket hit the wall right behind him, and he got caught in the shockwave. He flew, hit the ground, and laid motionless.

"Tango! No! No!"

Oliver jumped out of the LAPV and fired, reloaded, fired, threw grenades, and fired. The rest of the pups, even Rocky joined. Soon the pups dropped all the mercenaries with the intent of avenging Tango. Once the mercenaries dropped, the pups ran to Tango, laying motionless. They all removed their and Tango's mask.

"Tango! You can't go! Not like this!" Oliver mourned.

"Right when we thought we found our next Ryder! He's gone!"

"He saved us! It's because of him we're alive!"

"He helped us avenge Ryder!"

Mr. Sanchez came from nowhere. He was holding Chase up by his neck with a Colt 1911 aimed at his head.

"Enough mourning! Drop your weapons!"

Oliver threw his gun onto the ground, and hid his face on Tango's chest. The pups complied, not wanting Chase to get shot in the head, and knowing they couldn't fight without Tango and Oliver. Mr. Sanchez just laughed.

"Kick your guns to the side."

The pups did so. Tango was gone and Oliver was now out of commission.

"Oh you're stupid! I'm still gonna kill him! Now you're all going to end up like Tango! Staring with Chase, then butt buddy, and the wounded one will go last!"

The pups couldn't believe it went from victory to loss just like that. Out of nowhere, Mr. Sanchez' head exploded. Chase immediately ran to the rest. The pups looked around to see where it came from. They looked at the entrance, Chase, across each other, then when they looked towards Oliver, they saw Tango with the .44 in his paws. He took out Sanchez!

"Ah! That really fuckin hurt! I probably have a concussion now!"

"You're alive!"

The pups all jumped onto Tango.

"Good job pups! You all survived!"

"I guess we did!"

"You survived too!" Oliver was relieved.

"Y'all really thought I died?"

"Yeah! You got blown up!"

The pups got off of Tango so he could stand up. They weren't sure exactly what to do now that the battle was over.

"Alright, now we make sure Sanchez is dead, then leave without a trace, and get Rocky to a hospital," Tango said.

"I don't need to go to a hospital!" Rocky insisted.

The pups went up to Sanchez' body. His head was blown apart by the .44 round. Tango didn't want the pups to see it. It still even made him sick to his stomach knowing he had done it. But he had to be taken out. It was necessary.

"The battle car isn't street legal. We don't want to get pulled over after this. There's a car trailer around the other side of the compound. Ollie, you get the Suburban, I'll get the car.

"I wanna go with Ollie!" Zuma called.

"I wanna go with Tango," Rocky claimed.

"The rest of you, collect evidence that could go against us, like our masks."

Tango and Rocky walked to the battle car. Tango didn't approve of Rocky walking.

"You're not supposed be walking!"

Tango pulled Rocky onto his back.

"Concussion protocol, you shouldn't be carrying this much weight."

"An 18 pound pup? My school backpack was heavier."

"So… I saved Everest's life. She knows it. Do you think after that it'd be a good time to… oh… ask her out?"

"Is that why you came with me? To ask for love advice?"

"Well, and it'd be nice to show appreciation for you saving my life."

"Yeah… so will you go out with me Rocky?"

Rocky wasn't going to fall for that again.

"Yes."

"Damn, after that first one you ain't falling for those jokes again."

"Is that your way of telling me I should ask her out?"

"If you believe by saving someone's you can get some."

"Is there anything that's too uncomfortable for you to say?"

"Only things I won't admit."

They got to the car. Rocky had one thing to ask Tango.

"That's the other reason I wanted to come with you."

"What?"

"Can you take me for a joyride in this car?"

Tango knew that was why Rocky wanted to come.

"Get ready for the ride of your life!"

The two strapped in, and Tango flipped the switches. It felt so badass!

"Fuel burns as your heart redlines!"

Tango activated the rocket and they flew into the air and front flipped. Oliver and Zuma saw the battle car fly through the air. They both knew Rocky was in with Tango.

"The best of his time!" Oliver stated.

"ROCKET LEAGUE! GO WOLVES!" Tango roared.

Rocky eventually passed out from the Gs and Tango landed onto the car trailer. The rest of the pups were already out watching the car and the smoke trail it left behind. They were puzzles as to why the rocket sounded like a metal band playing a repeated loop. It was just more badass for Tango. He got out and unbuckled Rocky and carried him into the Suburban.

"My tuwn!" Zuma said.

"Maybe later, it's a matter of time before the cops show up!"

The pups got into the Suburban, and Tango dropped Skye off at the Huey. She headed for the lookout as the rest headed onto the highway. A cop passed right by them.

"Yup, there they go to the crime scene! Good thing I wasn't driving the battle car."

The cop turned around to pull them over.

"What the fuck!? Act natural, let me do the talking!"

Eventually the officer walked to the window.

"Good evening officer! What seems to be the problem?"

"I noticed you're driving away from the direction of a crime scene. You wouldn't happen to have seen what happened did you?"

"Is that what that was? I saw a large building that looked like it went through hell."

"We got a call from a passerby. An illegal arms dealer as attacked by some psychos. They had a helicopter too."

"Woah! How long ago was that!?"

"About 15 minutes ago. I pulled you over because of that vehicle you're towing. It seems rather suspicious."

"Oh, that's my Rocket League car. I'm on the Colorado Wolves."

"What are you doing up here?"

"I heard I had some fans up here, so I thought it'd be nice to surprise them and make their day."

"Well, that's awful nice of you! I'll let you all get back to your fun! Have a nice day!"

The officer walked back to his cruiser, and Tango drove off casually.

"How were you so calm?" Chase admired.

"Same way I'm able to live an illegal life while being seen as a law abiding citizen."

They got back to the lookout. Now that Sanchez was taken out, there was nothing to do. Chase called Joey.

"Hey Chase. Did you decide not to do it?"

"Nope, we did it, we took out Sanchez, and we all survived!"

"Well, it's good to hear you're all ok. I take it you're not going to need me?"

"That's why I called. I wanna go back and live with you."

"Why don't you go live with Tango?"

"Well, I don't want to leave Aurora," Tango jumped in.

"The pups can live with you."

"We don't want to leave Adventure Bay," Chase said.

"Well, just let me know what happens."
Joey hung up before Chase could say anything else.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me to Aurora?" Tango offered.

"I don't feel right leaving Adventure Bay," Skye said.
"Leaving home would make things worse," Rubble added.
"I have so much built up. I can't leave America. Who's gonna take care of you?"
The pups loked across each other.

"You know what? I think after what we've went through in the past couple weeks, I think we can look after ourselves and each other," Rocky said.

"After Ryder passed, after we investigated and took down an arms dealer, we've done so much, and we've bonded. Nothing can separate us now!" Chase encouraged.

"Alright pups, just let me know if you need anything. If you need me, you know where to go!"
"Can we keep the guns?" Zuma asked.

"They're yours! Goodbye pups! I'll miss y'all!"
The pups hugged Tango and Oliver. They were all going to miss each other. Tango drove off in the Suburban and Oliver flew off in the Huey. The pups lived on together and happy. They were able to somewhat resurrect the Paw Patrol and help people out around Adventure Bay. They were able to do it without a leader…

Until Hillary Clinton got elected. A national gun grab went through America, government officials going through every house with metal detectors taking away every citizen's gun. Tango was out of town when that happened, so his gun collection, or "arsenal of weapons" as the government called it, was found. He and Oliver only had the Suburban and whatever they had with it. They took refuge to Adventure Bay, knowing they'd go to a government penitentiary for the weapons. They helped the pups, and the Paw Patrol became a lot more effective, but a lot more dysfunctional at the same time.