A Quiet Evening… or So They Thought
The Lookout was calm.
After the unsettling encounter at the docks, Ryder and the pups hadn't heard from Gideon in two days.
But no one believed it was over.
Marshall sat on the training field, practicing his fire control. His suit glowed faintly, the stabilizers keeping his flames in check as he focused. A small flicker of fire danced in his paw.
I've got this.
His control had gotten better than ever. The suit made it easier to channel his fire without overheating or letting it get out of control.
Still, a small voice lingered in the back of his mind.
What if one day… you can't stop it?
He shook the thought away, extinguishing the flame with a deep breath.
Skye, watching from nearby, smiled. "You're getting really good at that, Marshall."
Marshall grinned. "Thanks, Skye. I just—"
A sudden alarm blared from the Lookout.
Ryder's voice came over the comms. "Pups, get inside. Now."
Gideon's Next Move
The team rushed into the control room. Ryder stood at the console, his face unusually tense.
"What's wrong, Ryder?" Chase asked, stepping forward.
Ryder tapped a few keys. "This."
The security feed switched to a live broadcast. A shadowed figure stood in front of a dark screen—Gideon.
His voice was calm, almost amused.
"Ryder. I told you we'd meet again."
The pups stiffened.
Ryder's fists clenched. "What do you want?"
Gideon chuckled.
"I want what you have. A team that's loyal to you. Pups who will do anything you say. I want your strength, Ryder. But I know I can't have it."
His eyes flickered—directly at Marshall.
"So I'll take something just as powerful."
Marshall's blood ran cold.
Chase growled. "Don't even think about it."
"Oh, but I already have," Gideon said smoothly. "I've been watching. And I know exactly how valuable Marshall is."
The fire pup took a step back, ears flattening.
"You think you're keeping him safe with that suit? No, Ryder. You're just making him easier to control."
Marshall's stomach twisted.
Gideon knew about the suit.
Ryder's voice was low, dangerous. "You're not getting anywhere near him."
Gideon smirked.
"We'll see."
The screen went black.
And then—the power went out.
The Attack Begins
Emergency lights flickered on.
Chase's ears shot up. "Ryder, what's happening?!"
Ryder quickly checked the systems. "He just triggered a full power shutdown. The Lookout's running on backup power now."
Rocky frowned. "Wait… but that means—"
BOOM.
The garage doors burst open.
From the smoke—three masked figures stepped inside.
Not drones. Not robots.
Real people.
And they were here for one reason.
Marshall backed up instinctively. "They're here for me."
Ryder's heart pounded. "Not if we stop them first."
A Fight for Family
The intruders moved fast.
Chase leaped forward, barking orders. "Block the exits! Don't let them near Marshall!"
Skye soared above, using her wind power to create a barrier of dust. "They're not getting past us!"
Rubble charged forward, knocking one of the masked men off balance. "Get outta here!"
Rocky and Zuma tag-teamed another attacker, using water and debris to force them back.
But the third figure was different.
He wasn't fighting the others.
He was coming straight for Marshall.
Marshall Stands His Ground
Marshall's breathing quickened.
This is what Gideon wants.
He wants me to panic.
But as the attacker lunged—Marshall's fire flared.
The suit glowed brilliantly, absorbing the energy and stabilizing his power.
With a deep breath—Marshall unleashed a controlled blast of flame.
The attacker flew backward, rolling across the floor.
Marshall stood tall, his suit pulsing with energy.
He wasn't afraid.
He wasn't a weapon.
He was PAW Patrol.
Retreat—For Now
Seeing Marshall fully in control, the intruders made a quick escape.
The team held their ground, ensuring they didn't take anything or anyone.
As the dust settled, Ryder turned to Marshall.
"Are you okay?"
Marshall exhaled, his flames flickering back to normal. "Yeah… I think I am."
Ryder smiled, placing a hand on his head. "You did great, buddy."
But even as they celebrated their victory…
They knew one thing for sure.
Gideon wasn't done.
And next time—he wouldn't send just his men.
He'd come for Marshall himself.