Chase's Promise: A Tale of Love and Valor

Chapter 12

Jake's POV

The control room buzzed with quiet tension as I stood in front of the tactical display. Aurora, the research facility in Alaska, was marked in cold, digital lines—isolated, surrounded by wilderness. A fortress. This was the target. This was where they were keeping Skye and the others. Everyone's eyes were on me. The mission rested on this plan, and failure wasn't an option.

Chase stood right beside the map, rigid, eyes locked on it like it was his enemy. His resolve was palpable—he wasn't just thinking about the mission; he was thinking about her. I'd seen that look in his eyes before, during ops that never left you the same.

"Listen up," I began, my voice firm. "This op is going to be precise, surgical, and fast. No second chances. We're coordinating air, sea, and ground assets, and if one element fails, we lose our window. We move in 11 days. Here's the breakdown."

I tapped the screen, zooming in on the Alaskan coast. The display showed dense forests, minimal roads, and the facility—secure and remote. "Aurora is locked down tight. It's located in the middle of nowhere, and the terrain works against us. Ground infiltration is a no-go, so we hit them from the air and sea. No room for error. Our timeline is tight, and the enemy will react fast."

I watched the team process the intel. Chase stood silent, but I could tell he was already visualising the mission—every step, every turn, every second. This wasn't just about the pups. It was about Skye.

"Our assault ship will be in position off the coast in 11 days," I continued. "It's an amphibious assault vessel with full strike capability. Once we're in place, I'll deploy an F-35B Lightning II for aerial recon. It's a stealth platform—silent and lethal. It'll give us the real-time intel we need on guard positions, patrols, air defences, and any escape routes. We get every piece of information before we make our move."

Ryder leaned in closer, his expression steady but calculating. "And then?"

"We hit them hard and fast," I said. "Two teams. Navy SEALs. We go in with two MH-60R Sea Hawk helicopters. Team One infiltrates from the rooftop. Team Two breaches through the main entrance. Both teams will converge inside, neutralize any hostiles, and secure key positions. Bravo team—" I glanced at Chase, "—that's you. You and the SEALs will be responsible for locating Skye and the other captives. Move fast. You'll have operators with you, but this is not just a recovery op. These guards will be armed and trained. Expect resistance."

Chase nodded, his face set in stone. He was ready, but I could feel the weight of what was at stake pressing down on him. He wasn't just leading a team—he was fighting to get Skye back. The clock was ticking, and every second mattered.

Rocky shifted his weight, eyes scanning the terrain on the display. "What about the perimeter? We're looking at a heavily fortified compound."

"Air support will handle it," I replied. "We've got four UH-1Y Venom helicopters on station, equipped with .50 caliber machine guns. They'll sweep the area and ensure no one escapes. If any reinforcements try to move in, they'll be cut off. We control the airspace. No one gets in or out without our say-so."

The team was locked in, absorbing every detail. There was no room for mistakes. Every piece had to fall perfectly into place.

Zuma glanced at the map, frowning slightly. "And extraction? How do we get everyone out once we're in?"

I zoomed out, showing the broader area around the facility. "We'll use six V-22 Ospreys for extraction. Once the facility is secure, those birds will come in hot, ready to lift the entire team and the rescued pups out. The Ospreys are fast, and they've got the range to take us straight back to the assault ship. We'll be gone before the enemy even knows what hit them."

Ryder cut in, his voice steady, "And once we exfil, the FBI will take control of the facility. They'll secure the site and make sure everyone involved is brought to justice. The company won't get away with this."

The room went quiet, the gravity of the operation settling in. The stakes were sky-high. One slip and this could turn into a bloodbath. But if we nailed it, we'd get them all out alive.

"This is a complex, multi-phase op," I said, my voice hardening. "Recon sets the stage. SEALs take the facility. The Bravo team secures the captives. Air support locks down the perimeter. And we exfil fast. Timing and coordination are everything. This mission requires precision, speed, and zero hesitation. We hit them hard, we hit them fast, and we get everyone out."

Chase broke the silence, his voice low and determined. "No delays. We get in, we get Skye and the others, and we're out before they know what happened."

I looked at him, and I knew this was it. Chase was ready. He was laser-focused, and failure wasn't even in his vocabulary.

"This is the framework," I said, stepping back from the screen. "Once we're closer to the target, we'll run final briefings and adjust for intel. Chase, you'll be undercover at Aurora before we move. Gather as much intel as you can from the inside, and the second we have enough, we strike."

The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of the mission settled over us. This wasn't just a rescue mission—this was war.

Finally, Ryder gave a sharp nod. "Alright, team. We've got our orders. Let's get to work."

Zuma's POV

As soon as the meeting wrapped up, the air in the room felt different—charged with a serious intensity. Everyone moved with purpose. Chase headed straight to the airport to catch his flight, his eyes focused and his mind set on the mission ahead. I could tell this meant more to him than just a rescue; it was personal.

The rest of us gathered our gear and prepared to board the amphibious assault ship. The plan was in motion, and there was no turning back.

We made our way to the port, where the massive ship waited. Standing next to it made everything feel more real. This wasn't just another PAW Patrol mission; this was something bigger—military-level operations, precision, and power. The sea breeze hit my face as we climbed aboard, and I could feel the weight of responsibility settling in.

This wasn't just about the rescue anymore. It was about making sure everyone involved in these awful experiments faced justice. The ship's engines roared to life as we began our long journey north to Alaska