Patrick saw multiple flashes and blurs before remembering what had happened from before: He was sitting on a platform of the cruise enjoying a soda, when he saw a plane above him get ripped in half. The second part of the plane suddenly started sailing towards...Him. Without hesitation, Patrick ran to warn the others, but it was to late, the plane had already crashed into the boat.

Patrick finally opened his eyes completely to see where he was: he was in what was left of the ship. Patrick lifted the piece of rubble that was on top of him, and spotted one of his pistols on the ground. As he picked up his gun, he spotted his other buried under the rubble, so he took the magazine out of it and put it in his vest pocket. Then he found his knife laying on his other side, and resecured it. As he rose to feet, he began to breath heavily, securing the fact that he was ticked. He suddenly heard a noize nearby, and spotted Jesse coming out of a cabinet and holding his tommy gun, and a black combat knife, and looked angry as well.

Patrick: You alright?

Jesse: Eh, I'm alright, a little ticked, but alright.

Patrick: Who ever did this is so going to pay. Just have to get out of here first.

As the two limped out of the room, they spotted Rachel's troopers patroling the area, looking for Rached and Silver, of course, Patrick and Jesse didn't know that.

Bren Trooper: Any sign of those two?

Mp5k Trooper: Nothing, I hope that pistol isn't damaged or she's gonna kill us.

Bren Trooper: I know, I know.

Patrick and Jesse just looked at each other in confusion, and returned their gaiz'.

Bren Trooper: You take left i'll go right, we'll meet back here in five.

As they left for their destinations', Patrick looked to Jesse and he nodded his head to him. Patrick took left, and Jesse took right, and followed their selected target. As Patrick followed mp5k trooper, he slyly crept up behind him, ready to slit his throat; but as he grabbed the soldier, he suddenly spun around and caused Patrick to lose his grip.

Mp5k Trooper: (shaking his head) Not a chance.

Patrick quickly pulled out his pistol and fired, but the trooper quickly dodged and fired his own gun. Patrick quickly ran to cover, and continued shooting, yet as he was doing so, he felt energy filling up in his chest, and then he remembered the escape, Tony's remark, the nodding of heads from most of the other birds in that one room, and John's ability from part 1. He then realized what was happening: His power was becoming active.

But it was then that Patrick ran out of ammo, so he quickly reloaded, but before he could fire more than two shots, the trooper blew his pistol away, then he threw his blood stained bowie knife at him, but the soldier used his empty smg as a club to bat it away. As the soldier batted his knife away, he charged at Patrick, then the energy in Patrick's chest rose to it's highest, and Patrick suddenly knew what to do. He forced the power to his wingtips, watched as green energy charged into them, rose his right wingtip, and fired the energy. Once the energy hit the trooper, it suddenly became liquid, and all the soldier could do was screem as his body melted away. Patrick just stood looked at the corpse before realizing the truth.

Patrick: Far out, I can shoot acid.

Then he heard gunfire from the other room, and then a short yell of pain.

Patrick: Jesse!

Patrick quickly melted the wall away, and saw the bren gun soldier holding Jesse at his throat.

Bren trooper: Stay where you are, or I strangle him to death!

Patrick stood there, staring at the trooper before seeing that Jesse was suddenly breathing smoke from his nostrils, and then he grabbed his wing with his own.

Jesse: Hey. Tough guy.

The trooper looked to Jesse and saw the smoke in his nostrils, but all he could do was widen his eyes as he suddenly inhaled, and then blasted a large wave of fire from his beak, directly into the troopers face. Patrick just stood there, hardly moving, and then calming himself as he watched Jesse burn every last piece of flesh and mustle from the trooper's head.

After two minutes, Jesse couldn't exhale any longer, so after releasing the trooper's wing, he took a deep breath and sighed. Patrick slowly returned to Jesse's side as the trooper collapsed to the ground dead, every last piece of meat was cremated from his head, showing nothing but his skull, which Patrick suddenly kicked away in anger. Then Patrick looked in the remaines of a mirror to see what had happened to his face: a large scar ran across his face and made contact to his left eye, then Patrick knew it wouldn't be long before his eye lost all line of sight. While Patrick was suprised that he didn't feel the scar, he didn't care, so with that, he straightened his kepi cap, and followed Jesse to where a white light could be seen. The light turned out to be coming from the wingtip of Ethen, now holding an ak47 with an m4 stalk, a forward grip, and acog scope.

Ethen: Oh, thank God, you guys are okay. What was with the gunfire?

Patrick: Oh, don't worry about that, just the guys the flew that half of that plane here, we killed them.

Ethen: Hm, that's pretty compforting.

That being said, the trio calmly exited the remains of the boat. Unknown to them that an unconcious Josh was being carried away by a certain Gill and Sonya, while a limping Bernard was being supported by a certain, Tyler. The trio, without any knowledge of this current information, calmly walked into the dark streets of Rio, and headed towards the largest source of sound: The ever so happy Carnaval.

Author's note

For those of you who are asking and wondering, yes, this did happen the same night of the dogfight with John and Sam, hope you guys are enjoying the story, but so you know, there is more to come.