Paw Patrol: Separate Ways

(S-2B) Chapter 19 "Suspicious Sorts"

(Disclaimer: Mature Language)

Commotion was scattering around the room as a group of dogs were gathering up food for each other, taking a break from the guard duty they were assigned to do for the night. As the machine dispensed food in exchange for a few ration cards, one of the dogs conversed with the others.

"So what are you two gonna do when this whole faction war is over?" The dog asked as he slid a bowl towards one of the dogs.

"Shit, I don't know, still do the same thing, I suppose? It'll just be easier knowing those assholes will soon be out of the picture." The dog answered as he caught his bowl, soon leaning his head down to grab a few bites.

"Sure, but not for long probably, a place like Boroughton is probably easy to take over, make a living out of this kind of work."

"Guess you're right, I'd rather be living here than in Livourough, that place is just...holy shit." One of the dogs shook his head at the thought of it.

"Livourough? Where the hell i—?"

"Hey, shut the fuck up for a second! I hear something..." One of the dogs whispered as he gestured his paw in a shushing motion.

The trio went quiet as the lead dog scanned the room and kept his ear out to listen for anything that sounded out of the ordinary. All that could be heard was the sound of the machines and passing cars close by but the dog just had to be sure. As he approached the door and pushed it open, he continued to scan the grounds of the warehouse, still seeing nothing out of place. "Guess it was just me and my damn paranoia."

"You gotta ease down, Pembroke, that shit's getting to you." The duo chuckled as the dog gave one last glance.

"Yeah, I guess you—." The abrupt cutoff as the dog fell back sent the other two in a panic as the lights were soon cut off.

The two remaining dogs were dealt with as suppressed gun shots briefly lit up the room. The lights turned back on as a group of footsteps grew closer and closer. An order was given out to fan the room and look for the items they were sent to find. After some time, one of the operators called out to the squad leader, "Sir, have a look at this."

The squad stacked up on a metal door, soon opening it and making sure the coast was clear, with their positions still remaining hidden. In the room laid several wooden crates, top to bottom, labeled with various names. The leader stepped aside and called to one of his squad mates, who stepped forward and scanned the crates with a handheld trace detector.

"Come on, let's hurry this up and clear out, sun's up anytime now." One of the squad mates impatiently advised as he kept watch.

After what seemed like several minutes, the machine beeped rapidly, signifying that they found what they were after. "We got it, c'mon, let's pack it up and head out!"

The team soon cleared out, taking out anyone who was in the vicinity. As they packed up the cargo in their truck and drove off, the leader pressed his comms radio. "Agent Rich, we got the cargo, heading back now."

"No troubles?" The agent asked with slight concern.

"They were just dogs, sir, nothing we couldn't handle." The leader answered coldly.

"That's what we pay you for, get back here and I'll have someone make sure those things don't set themselves off." Agent Rich advised the team.

"Yes, sir, we'll be there soon, out."

The truck drove off as the sun started to rise, with the McAllister's soon in for a surprise. A surprise that will, no doubt, send some messages their way.