Just Another Lullaby

Chapter 9: A step in the right direction

Luck seemed to be on their side, all things considered. Ryder and the pups were going by a complete adrenaline-induced sprint that dared not falter, propitiously avoiding each bullet that traveled approximately seventeen thousand miles per hour. Although, maneuvering through the tall trees, ducking under branches, and jumping over roots didn't do much help to their stamina. Chase looked back. The terrorists were still hot on their tails.

When they first took off, they ran just enough to get them to the nearest building, where they took cover behind and obscured themselves from the bullet range. Unfortunately for them, they quickly learned that they had become targets to terrorists. They realized they were being followed by foot and had to get away quickly. The Paw Patrol was chased out of town and into the forest where they had to rely on only blind luck to save them.

Chase turned his head back forward just in time to see a branch rushing in at head-level. Instinctively, Chase ducked his head, barely escaping what could have been a bad wipeout.

"Chase!" Rocky shouted. Chase gave his attention to the mix. "I have a plan, but I need your help!"

Chase nodded, "Shoot!" A bullet whizzed past, prompting a nervous chuckle from the shepherd. "Figuratively."

"We need a vine, a long one."  He said as he looked around. Rocky and Chase scanned through the thicket, looking for any vines that they could possibly use. But to their dismay, this was not the type of forest that would often house vines, especially the larger ones that the two were searching for.

After each passing tree, their hope slowly began to dwindle, that was until Chase spotted something among the trees. A vine. Perfect. Seemed a decent length too for what he could only guess to be the mongrel's plan. "There!" He shouted.

Rocky saw it too. He and Chase used the rest of their energy to speed towards the tree. They tried to climb up the tree fast, but they were no monkeys. They pulled against the vine with all of their effort combined, but the vine just wouldn't tear. The vine was too resistant, too thick. The plan, it was a total bust, not unless they could by some miracle rip the vine off the tree within the next couple of seconds. The troops were closing in. There was nothing the team could do, it was only a matter of time before fatigue overcame them all.

The sound of swirling blades entered the audible horizon. The source of this sudden noise became clear when everyone looked up towards the open sky. It was a helicopter, a very familiar one for the Paw Patrol. "Skye," Chase mouthed. To him, the heavens sent down an angel. An angel that would save them all from the fate they were sure to have.

"You called for an aerial rescue?" She chirped. Skye looked down below to see the rest of the Paw Patrol stop running and stare up in complete shock.

"Skye!?" They all asked. Wasn't she just with them? She was when they started running.

"You guys better hang on to something. It's going to get a little breezy down there." Skye angled her helicopter just enough to send vast amounts of air attacking the ground below that are well comparable to the winds of a category 4 hurricane. The Paw Patrol hung onto the trunk of the nearest tree they were by, steadily being lifted by the rushing air coming underneath them. The troops attempted the same, but with most of the wind aimed at them along with the flying debris and picked up dirt, their grip wasn't as firm as the Paw Patrol's, and they were carried away by the wind.

Once realizing the danger was gone, Skye slowly lowered the helicopter. Upon reaching the grassy ground, Skye was quickly surrounded by the team.

"Skye! What happened? When did you escape?" Ryder asked.

Skye smiled, "I just went the other way when we had to run from the building. They were so focused on you boys that they didn't even notice I was gone."