PAW Patrol: Lockdown

Chapter 2- Strike Team

The news of a dog in tactical gear, not to mention holding up Rocky, was met with great surprise from the team. While most carried looks of concern as Rocky was donated several pup treats, Chase's mind was turning. A dog in gear like that, the only thing that came to his head was a SWAT team. But what was a SWAT team doing in Adventure Bay? Nothing in the island's history has ever required such a military reaction. He figured as law enforcement he should know a thing or two about a military presence, or even be tied to it directly.

"I've never heard anything like that before," Chase inquired, eyes gazing to the floor.

"I'm not making it up," Rocky frowned, reaching down to munch on a treat.

"Didn't say you were,"

The two dogs were talking up in the Lookout, Rocky seated comfortably in a green dog bed, a pile of treats at his paws. Chase was sitting a few inches away lying on his stomach, trying to make sense of all this new information. The other pups including Ryder had already had their moment to talk to Rocky, but Chase anxiously sought out more to learn.

"Did he have a badge?"

"No," the mixed breed shook his head, "I think he said some things, but I don't remember. Sorry."

Chase waved off his apology, "It's fine, get well buddy."

The sound of a door opening made the two dogs turn their heads. Ryder had quickly entered the room and switched on the intercom.

"Paw Patrol to the Lookout!" he commanded into the mic, calling out his catchphrase,

Chase merely got up and walked over, looking up at Ryder, "is this about the dog?"

"No Chase, new issue," Ryder replied, "although we should get on that."

A few moments later, the elevator to the Lookout quickly opened, revealing the remaining six pups all overturned on the backs. Marshall was giggling nervously, and Zuma could be seen rolling his eyes.

Rocky gave a bored expression, "Did Marshall-"

"Yes, Marshall crashed into us," Zuma finished, "... again."

"Sorry," the Dalmation gave a shy smile,

"It's okay!" Rubble chirped,

Ryder quickly moved to the front of the room while the pups dressed in their uniforms and got into formation. Chase wasted no time slipping into his police gear and catching his hat on his head. It was a trick he taught himself and earned a killing in treats.

"Ready for action, Ryder sir!" the shepherd saluted.

"Thanks for hurrying, pups," Ryder smiled, "we have a situation down in Adventure Bay, a woman and her dog have gone missing."

"Oh no!" Rubble drew back, fear in his eyes,

Ryder quickly brought Chase's logo on the screen, ready to give the pup his directions. "Chase, I'll need you to direct traffic with your cones and investigate the scene, try and figure out what's happened."

"Chase is on the case!"

"Rocky," the boy continued, "you'll be helping Chase look for clues since you have a knack for finding little things of value."

"Green means go!" Rocky held his paw up in a salute,

"Great, paw patrol is on a - "

"Wait!" Skye jumped up, "what can I do?"