9:00 PM, skies above Amazon

"Get up, we'll going to be dropped 5 km south from the original Landing Point" Lt Varturo shouted . "Why?" Thomas shouted. "Don't know, but there is something fishy about the enemy and the Intel we got" Varturo replied. "Damn" Thomas cursed. He then strapped his M4A1 SOPMOD II and M24A2 tightly, checking his helmet and vest and shouting the order to everybody. "10 KM" Varturo shouted. Everyone formed ranks. "Fi…WHAT THE FUCK!?" Varturo cursed when suddenly an explosion is heard, followed by the plane moving erratically. "AAs!" he heard several shouting from the humans above their place (They're positioned below the deck of the 235). Thomas peeked outside, and what he saw is guaranteed to make him remember movies about paratrooper landing in WW2. Dozens of 40mm and 20mm AA gun and .50 cal all over the landing spot, firing at the planes. "GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!" Varturo shouted, then jump, followed by everyone in the plane. Thomas jumped the third, and narrowly passed a 40mm tracer round passed several inch in front of his face. "MOTHERFUCKERS, WHEN I GOT THEIR HEAD ON MY CROSSHAIR!" he loudly cursed all way to the ground. The moment his legs touched ground, he simply cut his parachute, pulled his M4A1 and started to run away from the place he landed. Occasionally he stopped, turned around and shoot long burst of round, suppressing anyone who try to chase him, until he is alone . He then fall to his knee, and frantically try to contact everyone with his radio. "Eagle 2 to anyone who still breathing, go to a tree with X mark, I repeat Eagle 2 to anyone who still breathing, go to a tree with X mark" he shouted to the radio. He suddenly heard a voice, and aimed his M4, only to find Amilcar, a Military macaw, armed with a IA2 with M203 GL and Red Dot sight attachment, and a PT-92, running toward him. "Corporal Amilcar, reporting for duty" he shouted, before he fall. "Corporal, are you okay?" Thomas shouted, running toward him "Yes sir" Amilcar replied, while his CCB helmet falls from his head. "Anyone with you?" ask Thomas looking at the direction Amilcar come from. "No,sir, alone all way from the landing, maybe killed 2 or 3 of the enemy . Sir,the enemy birds have…" "Russian-made 6B47 helm,6B46 ammo carrier and 6B45 vest? No need to report seems they're more than just regular smuggler, judged by the welcoming party alone!" Thomas spit, and cursed the enemy. "Shhh, I heard another voice" Amilcar raised his right wing, then proceed to aim at the direction of the voice , then whispered, "Relampago" "Trovao" a Harpy Eagle showed up, armed with a Minimi and MSS-1.2 "PFC Alexandro, reporting for duty" he shouted, while cleaning his body, which was covered in blood and meat . "Who is the poor bastard you just killed and ate?" Amilcar grins. "Didn't eat anyone, just killed 5 bastards who crossed path with me. Shot 2 of them, tossed a grenade and bam, this" pointing at a big chunk of meat on his helmet. "Ok, so we'll wait for an hour before meeting the jungle infantry" Thomas whispered to the 2 soldiers

9:10 PM, Amazon Sanctuary

"Am i ready?" Blu questioned himself when he looked the mirror. Gone the days of bare chested training time, or desk job, now he wore a USMC surplus Lightweight helmet and Improved Modular Tactical vest, both has been adjusted and modified for jungle warfare theater. He then set his sight upon the bed. "Shall I awake Jewel and tell her, or juts left" he feels torn because a goodbye now maybe becomes a goodbye forever. "I'll awake her, so when something happen we won't forget this moment". He gently touch Jewel shoulder "Honey, wake up. I have to go now" Jewel opened her eyes and then sits on the bed. "This late? She asked. "Yes" Blu replied. "Ok then, bye" she just turned her head. "Are you okay?" Blu asked. "Yeah, I think so" she replied. But Blu see she was trying to hold tears "I know you're holding back tears, you know, said something, so you won't regret when, when…" "Please don't say it" Jewel kissed Blu, tears fell from her eye. They're kissing for half of minutes. "Be calm, if I end up KIA, well, can we change that?"Blu asked while stroking Jewel's back gently. "No". "Then if it happens, accept it, and move on" he kissed Jewel forehead. "Alright" she wiped tears from her eyes and smiled. "That's one of many things I love from you, your smile" Blu smiled "And your bravery always remind me of that moment" she smiled. "Eh, do we need to awaken the kids?" Blu mumbled. "I'll tell them tomorrow" "No need, mum, I overheard it all" Tiago head peeked inside. "Tiago!" Jewel and Blu whispered "Can't we had our own moment, please" they continued "Okay, okay, but I will wake up Carla and Bia, and then tell them about this" Tiago grins. "Alright, you can stay and say goodbye to dad" Jewel gives up, shake her head and sit on the bed "Bye dad, and kick some ass" Tiago hug his dad "Sure son, sure" Blu smiled and give a slap in Tiago back, and then they both laughed "Dad! Please don't go" suddenly Carla hugged Blu from behind "I have to go Carla" Blu pat his daughter head "Please don't" she keep hugging Blu "If I returned safely I'll buy you several albums of song" Blu promised. "Alright then" she release Blu "Promise?" she smiled "Promise" Blu smiled". "Careful, dad, or no one will accompany me when I study many things" Bia hug his father "Of course I will" Blu patted Bia's back. "Whoops, gotta go now, or your grandfather will be angry" Blu checked the clock. "Bye,dad" (or "Honey" in case of Jewel) . "Bye, everyone" Blu mumbled, and fly outside, only to find Jewel's aunt stopped him "Aunt Mimi" Blu sighed knew if she will do something . "Wait for a while I painted this war paint on your face" Mimi replied, making 3 horizontal white lines on each side of Blu's beak. "What do you paint?" Blu asked "Jaguar, while Roberto asked for a Tiger stripe all over his face" "Wait,who?" Blu shocked "Are you deaf? Roberto, and about hundreds other Macaw". "What the hell?" Blu confused. He is even increasingly perplexed when he see many male macaws gather outside of their houses, discussing something, some face shows fear, some show anger.

When he arrived in the HQ, things gone the way he never saw before, long lines of soldiers are being equipped with ARs, MGs, RPGs and even brand new MSS-1.2. When he met Eduardo, it's obvious something worse happen, since he never seen Eduardo showed such degree of frustration. "Judging by everything that happens, something worst must've happened?" Blu nervously asked. "Yes, and it came in just 10 minutes ago .The paratrooper who's supposed to help us are scattered by AA…" "Wait, did you mean these smugglers have military grade hardware?" "Yeah, and now those poor paratrooper are end up being target practice, so our mission changed from Locate & Capture to Military SAR. I know, this is hard, but the show must go on. You'll lead one platoon, scout around here, here, and here (pointing map) rescue any survivors, wherever they come from. Roberto will help you and, finally, news from Felipe, saying that the 4th Battalion will move when requested" He seems relieved. "So what's the overall strategy now?" Blu asked. "Your mission is only to save other soldiers who were scattered, once the dust settled we will move in, hit them hard and attempt a POW rescue mission at the same time "Yes sir" . "Now meet your men outside, they're the ones who sat under the tree"

"Okay, everyone, for those 5 guys who met me earlier this day, no need for additional introduction, nor the friends of mine. Short introduction, I'm First Lieutenant Tyler Blu Gunderson, part of the 5th Battalion from the 1st Amazonian Jungle Brigade, who'll lead you on these theater until these bloody military emergency ends " What's truly happened?" a Private asked? "A bloody rebellion, fool!" a Sergeant shouted. "No, Argentinian invasion!" "NO you silly doofus, France!" "Why In The Hell would France invade one of its military product client? It's obviously Bolivia!". "NO, Uruguay!". "Colombia!" "Unless you want to mention every single nation in the South America, a group of smugglers somehow get hold on some military grade equipment all over the world, and manage to produce and sell them." Blu shouted over the loud platoon. "BTW, I want to count how many soldiers have what kind of weapon, to determine how we handle the firefight, so, who got assault rifles?"(10 soldiers, varied with IA2 being the most used, AK-102 the second and 2 use M16A4, some with M203GL and ACOG)"who got machineguns?"(4, 3 soldiers with Minimi, one with MAG, all use red dot & bi-pod) "And who got DMRs or BRs"(the remaining six , 4 with new IA2 BR variant, and 2 with ParaFAL) "Good" Blu relieved when the number of the armed bird exceed his expectation . "Pack up, 5 minutes, ready or not, we'll look for survivors" he shouted. "Yes Sir!" his men replied. "Oi Roberto, are you ready?" said Blu to Roberto, who's sitting on a rock, staring at the sky "Huh?" he replied. "You know, if you afraid, you could just wait here, instead of following us into the jungle" said Blu, who knew if Roberto has panic attack. "Meh, I'm itch for action, ever since I passed the training" Roberto grins, and cocked his IA2 with front grip and red dot. "You sure? Remember, you have tendency of panic attack" Blu reminded him. "I assure you it won't interfere" Roberto insisted, putting on his helmet. "Alright, but make sure you won't be killed. Huh, what a fucked up week " Blu sighed. He only hoped that there's nothing more that can surprise him. He's very wrong.