The Wolfpack- Paw Patrol story

Chapter 10

DEATH AND VIOLENCE WARNING

The booming cannons of the Hellhound and the patrol boats were the first warning. Commander Maverick, the Wolfpack commander with a legendary naval reputation, had been given the authority to open fire whenever he deemed. Maverick was part of a division of the Wolfpack called the Sea Wolves, who handled everything naval. Shouts and screams echoed from across the bay as the marauders speedboats were slaughtered by the hell raining down on them, blasting from the fearsome array of guns on the three looming ships. Several Wolfpack speedboats nimbly perused the few marauders that escaped the explosions and shot towards the beach. The machine guns and small artillery mounted in the bows of the Wolfpack vessels tore into the fleeing crafts, sinking them and pumping the crews full of bullets. Only one speedboat made it to shore, and the 5 men that stumbled out were shredded by the beach defenses before they got a meter.

"Damn, that Maverick is good!" Commented Marshall

"Good?" Crash laughed "he's the best! That guy leads the Sea Wolves, and can take on 10 ships with one, and come out smiling!"

Hunters radio crackled into life,

"We've got a sighting on part of their land forces," a voice came through, filled with static, "nothing we can't handle, but you're missing out on the fun!". Hunter chuckled,

"We'd better get over there before they kill them all!" He said to the Commandos. They jumped into their Black Hawk and rose off. The air patroller also took off, but to go to the site of another land attack.

The chopper did a run over the attackers, with Crash and Leo expertly dodging the whizzing bullets. Logan and Hunter grabbed hold of the gun controls and peppered the enemy with fire, blowing the tank on one of their jeeps and flipping it over onto the marauders taking cover behind.

"Nice shot!" Hollered Logan over the din.

"Cheers!" Grunted Hunter as he swung around sharply to take out a machine gunner lining up the speeding chopper. Leo glanced approvingly over the Wolfpack troops lined up behind heavy defenses.

"They're certainly doing well." He remarked

"Did you expect any different?" Remarked crash from beside him "one of the best special forces in the world against a ragtag group of marauders?"

Doc laughed from the main section of the chopper, where he was hanging out the open door, letting loose with the heavy machine gun he borrowed from Logan.

"They're taking a hell of a beating, aren't they?" He chuckled as the big helicopter swung away from the now fleeing marauders, searching for an enemy that dared confront it.