Paw Patrol: Separate Ways

(S-2B) Chapter 20 "Down To The Wire"

(Disclaimer: Mature Language & Graphic Scene)

As the day passed and the night rolled up, the city had a knack of being more dangerous than ever, one jittery, paranoid dog had a chance to experience it first hand.

"Ow! Dammit!" The small dog grunted in pain as he was pressed up against a brick wall by a grey Husky.

"I'm asking you for the last time, you stupid git! Why'd you run?!" The Grey Husky yelled as he raised the small dog from the ground.

"I-I had to! I didn't have a choice! I wasn't going to rat out me lads to some K-9 arseholes!" The small dog answered as Satoon slammed him against the wall.

"Who were those dogs then? What'd the—?" The Husky cut himself off as he heard his collar beeping, without even questioning it, he knew it was one of the McAllisters. "What is it? I'm currently sorting out one of your rat problems."

"It will have to wait, Satoon." Sean advised as the Husky raised his voice over the call.

"What?! I spent all day looking for this bloke and now you want me to let him go?!" Satoon asked as he bared his teeth at the small dog, making sure he wouldn't try escaping his grasp.

"That's exactly what I want you to do, Satoon, and come back to the docks now." Sean calmly advised as he heard Satoon grunt in frustration.

"Get the hell out of here, you're lucky, you fuckin' rat!" Satoon huffed as he watched the small dog scamper away.

"Calm down. If it makes you feel better, you can come see Maurice live his final moments before Gideon rips his chest open." Satoon raised his eyebrow at the comment.

"He messed up again?" Satoon asked as he walked out of the alleyway, glancing around to find a street sign to tell where he is.

"Aren't you perceptive?" Sean asked rhetorically as Satoon cursed him out, "But, to answer your question. Yes, he did mess up." The Irish Wolfhound continued on, "He was ordered to bring back Hendrix Remington after that Terrier decided to pull one over on us. We should've expected it and just killed his family but Gideon thought he was going to stay loyal." Sean complained as he heard a car horn on the other end.

"Watch it, you tosser!" Satoon barked as he continued back on his trail to the docks. "Sorry. Anyway, it sounds like that was an oversight on Gideon's end."

"Regardless, the only thing we're depending on now is you. Gideon's on the verge of sending out every single one of our dogs towards the Den but I'm keeping him from doing that." Sean took in a deep breath as his tone became more stern, "Capture. That. Malamute. This is your last chance, Satoon. If you don't bring him to us within the next two days, you're as good as dead, understand?"

"Yeah, crystal." Satoon assured.

"Forget coming to the docks, I suggest you use your time to think about how you're going to capture the dog." Sean lightly chuckled through the call as Satoon ended it.

The Grey Husky sighed as he hopped up on a bench, the fatigue from tracking that deserting dog for almost the whole day caught up with him. As he laid his head on the bench, the dog couldn't help but glare at one of the many signs that were displayed across from him, one of them was a billboard, the ad, itself, meant nothing to him except for the motto, which read, "Everyone deserves a second chance, no matter who they are."

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Humming was heard in the pup's safe house that night. Rocky was busy filling up his food and water bowl as his Labrador friend took his position in the meantime. The mixed breed felt like he was entitled to a break, especially after listening in on the wiretap for, basically, the whole day. As the pup pushed and pulled bowls close to the wiretap, he spotted the Chocolate Labrador faced down on the desk, headset still attached to his ears.