Paw Patrol: Separate Ways

(S-3) Chapter 2 "Preparations"

Commotion was filling the air of a makeshift hideout in an alleyway, cats waiting around on windowsills, near dumpsters, all for a final say from the survivors that were with Valentine.

The silence soon came through as they saw the two cats come back from their talk with Hendrix, seeing the crowd of cats in front of them, eagerly waiting for their response. "Everyone, listen up, those McAllister motherfuckers messed with the wrong cats. Valentine's contact knows what we want and what we want is clear—we scope out and fuck up as many operations as we can to those Irish bastards."

"Alright, yeah!"

"Yeah!"

"Fuck yeah!"

The two lead cats shared looks at each other, holding paws as they dreadfully sighed. The crowd's cheers and whistles died down as Elias continued, albeit not with a confident tone as before. "You all know this is something we strayed away from for a long time. The dogs at the Den, the McAllister's, their business was always none of ours but now it is. Take one good long look at each other, it could be the last time and there's no shame if anyone wants to back out." Elias looked down, seeing none of the cats leaving the area, willing to stay together no matter what, "Glad to see that Valentine chose the right crew members. We all split up, scope out whatever seems to involve the McAllister's and sabotage as much as we can once the go-ahead is clear, everyone got that?"

Another roar of cheers emerged from the crowd, putting a smile on the two lead cats. Sultan stepped up, letting the crew hear one last thing. "Let's get this done and avenge Valentine."

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Hours passed since Decker listened in on the offer that Valentine's crew gave him and the audio he listened through the wiretap. Their luck was starting to turn around, here's hoping it would last.

The Mix knocked on the door of his superior, who gave the go-ahead to come in. "Sir? We got some more info on Avery's kidnapped associate and the one who did it. Also, we got a group helping us with setting the McAllister's eyes away from dogs at the Den."

"The cats, right?" The agent asked, his face still looking towards his notes.

"Yes, sir. I take it Hendrix explained it?" The Australian tilted his head.

Setting his notes down, Rich looked at the Mix, "No, Ramirez insisted I listen to the audio Mavis sent over as well as the audio you had on the wiretap." Standing up, he soon approached the dog and laid his hand on his head, petting him. "Made me realize how impromptu you are when things look bad, made me remember why I chose you out of those other dogs, you get shit done even when the chips are down."

Decker felt a variety of emotions but, like Chase, he didn't know how to convey it properly, being a dog in his position will do that. "I...uh, thank you, sir."

"Don't mention it." The agent crossed his arms, "There's still the problem with Alistair and Ajax, if we all go through with this and attack the McAllister's, Alistair could use that opportunity to cut & run." Rich theorized.

"Maybe but he won't have anywhere else to go." Decker shot down almost immediately.

"Unless he has loose ends to clean up..." Rich grabbed his notes and opened the office door, "Come on, go show me what you got from the wiretap."

The two exited the room and met up with Rocky, the pup still listening in on the situation with Levi. "Hey, Rocky, how's the intel going, mate?"

The pup leaned back in his chair, giving a defeated sigh towards the Aussie, "It's...worrying to say the least—he agreed to Satoon's terms but since then, it's been a bit quiet, no sign of the McAllister's either."