The scene beneath the bridge is chaotic. Rocky lies on the ground, his breaths shallow, his fur stained with blood. Skye clings to him, sobbing uncontrollably. Chase stands nearby, his eyes shifting between the injured Rocky and Sweetie, who observes the chaos with an almost detached amusement.

Sweetie's sharp voice cuts through the heavy air. "Darling, this little drama has gone far enough. If we stay here, we'll have your entire Paw Patrol descending on us. And trust me, that's a show I'm not interested in starring in."

Chase hesitates, the anger in his eyes flickering with doubt. "But Skye-"

"Skye isn't going anywhere willingly," Sweetie interrupts, rolling her eyes. "So, we make her go. Now."

Before Skye can react, Sweetie moves with alarming precision. She grabs Skye's injured paw and twists just enough to force compliance. Skye yelps, and Chase flinches but doesn't stop her.

"Let me go!" Skye cries, trying to resist, but her strength is no match for Sweetie and Chase combined. They hoist her up, Sweetie holding one side and Chase the other. Skye thrashes against their grip, screaming, "Rocky! Don't leave him! Please!"

Rocky, still on the ground, forces his head up, his voice weak but filled with determination. "Skye..." His eyes lock with hers. "We'll come for you. I promise..."

But before he can say more, his body gives out, and he collapses back onto the dirt.

Moments later, the whir of Ryder's ATV echoes through the tunnel. He skids to a stop, his face pale as he takes in the scene. Rocky, bloodied and motionless, lies in the dirt. Ryder rushes to his side, dropping to his knees.

"Rocky! What happened?" Ryder asks, his voice laced with panic.

Rocky groans, his voice barely audible. "Chase... took Skye... Sweetie's jet..." He tries to sit up but winces in pain, clutching his side.

Ryder's eyes widen, disbelief and fury flashing across his face. "Chase did this to you? He attacked you?"

Rocky nods weakly. "He's... lost it, Ryder. We have to... stop them."

"Not in your condition, Rocky," Ryder says firmly, trying to apply pressure to Rocky's wounds.

Rocky grits his teeth, his determination cutting through the pain. "I don't care. We can't let them get away... not with her."

Ryder's jaw tightens. His usual calm demeanor is gone, replaced by a grim resolve. "This has gone way too far. Chase crossed a line he can't come back from. I'll call the others. We'll get her back."

Rocky gives a weak nod, his eyes closing as the exhaustion overtakes him.

Inside the sleek, high-tech jet, the tension is suffocating. Sweetie pilots with practiced ease, her paws flicking switches as the engines hum smoothly. Chase sits in the co-pilot seat, his expression stormy as he stares out the window.

In the back, Skye is slumped against the wall, her paws bound once again. Her eyes blaze with fury as she glares at Chase.

"You're a monster!" Skye screams, her voice hoarse but unrelenting. "How could you do that to Rocky? He's your friend!"

Chase flinches, the words cutting deep, but his face hardens. "He was in the way, Skye. I didn't have a choice."

"No choice?" Skye's voice rises, her anger boiling over. "You always have a choice, Chase! And you chose to hurt him! You're not the pup I thought you were, you're nothing but a coward!"

Chase growls, his ears pinning back. "You don't understand!"

"Oh, I understand perfectly!" Skye snaps, tears streaming down her face. "You're obsessed, Chase! And it's disgusting!"

Sweetie, still at the controls, lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Ugh, if I have to listen to this soap opera for one more second..." She reaches into a compartment on the dashboard and pulls out a small syringe.

"Sweetie, what are you-" Chase starts, but Sweetie cuts him off.

"Just handling the noise, darling." Without taking her eyes off the controls, she expertly throws the syringe across the cabin. It arcs through the air and lands perfectly in Skye's shoulder.

Skye gasps, her struggles weakening as the sedative quickly takes effect. Her furious words dissolve into a faint mumble before her eyes close and her body goes limp.

Chase stares in stunned silence before turning back to Sweetie. "I-... thanks. She was, she wouldn't stop."

Sweetie smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, darling, don't thank me. I didn't do it for you. I did it for me."

Chase looks back at Skye, his emotions a tangled mess of guilt, anger, and confusion. Outside the jet's windows, the landscape rushes by, Barkingburg growing smaller and smaller in the distance.

"Where are we going though?" Chase asks.
"They won't find us in the foggy town of Foggy Bottom."