A.N.- Here's chapter 2! Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Air Brother

(Private's POV)

Bleep, bleep, bleep. I wake up to the sound of Skipper's alarm clock. "Get up, men. It's time for some training." Says Skipper.

"Aye, aye, Skippah!" I say and I hop out of bed. We all climb up out of HQ and start training. Soon the aerial alarm goes off. Warning! Warning! Unidentified Plane Detected! Warning!

"Everyone, to your positions!" orders Skipper and we all jump down into the HQ. "Kowalski, analysis!"

"It appears to be a plane, sir." Replies Kowalski.

"What's its altitude, Private?"

"Twelve meters, sir, and lowering fast." I reply.

"Feet and inches, Private!"

"Never mind that now, Skipper. It's signaling that it's a friendly and that it wants to land." Says Kowalski.

"Well, signal it a yes."

"On it, sir!" Within seconds a plane is heard trying to land in our plane garage. "He's coming in too quickly, he's going to crash!" The crash is heard seconds later.

"Oh, ow, oof, ow, oh!" says a voice skidding through the tunnel and falling through the fish plaque. A tall penguin with bangs and blue-green eyes stands up and dusts himself off. "Gosh, how I hate planes! Maybe in retrospect I should have let Anita give me those flying pointers after all…" He turns and sees us. "Oh, hey, squirt!" Kowalski leans over to Skipper and whispers something to him.

"He' most definitely Private's brother." Kowalski whispers.

"Hello, Lieutenant." I say.

"No, don't call me that, I'm a skippah now. Call me Brandon."

"But your name is Lieutenant! Why would I call you Brandon?"

"Because that's also my name, squirt."

"Stop calling me squirt!"

"I'll call you whatever I want, squirt! Now be quiet for a moment." Lieutenant turns to Skipper. "Hello, sir. Pardon any interruptions my visit may have caused. Requesting permission to borrow Private for the day, Skippah." I shake my head no. Skipper didn't even look over at me.

"Permission granted, soldier." Says Skipper and I face flipper myself. I then sneak off into the HQ and text Trixy. "He's here. Help me." Trixy replied quickly to my text.

"On my way, good luck!"

"Ooh, squirt!" Lieutenant walks further into the HQ and sees me. "There you are, come on. Let's get this visit started." He then grabs me by the flipper and practically drags me up the ladder.

(Nobody's POV)

Lieutenant drags Private all the way to Central Park where they meet Trixy. "Hey, guys." She says.

"Hello, Trixy." Replies Lieutenant. "What are you doing here?"

"Just watching the visit, that's all."

"Hey, Trixy." Private says.

"Okay, squirt, a hundred push-ups stat." orders Lieutenant.

"Yes, sir." Private drops to the ground and does a hundred push-ups. He glances up and sees Skipper, Kowalski, and Rico hiding in the bush and Skipper gives Private a re-assuring wink. "Okay, that's a hundred."

"Alright, sixty laps around the park then."

"S-sixty laps, sir?"

"Is there a problem, Private?"

"N-no, sir." Private gets up and starts jogging around the park.

"You call that running? Pick up the pace soldier! Anita's grandmother could run faster than that! Okay, there's one lap, only fifty-nine more laps to go." Private keeps up the fast pace for about five more laps then he starts to slow down. "Did I say you could slow down? Faster now, come on." Private tries and picks up his pace by a little. "That's the ticket, only fifty-three more laps to go." By his thirtieth lap around the whole park Private drops from exhaustion in front of his brother. "Alright, I guess you can take a short break, but ask next time, okay." Lieutenant hands Private a bottle of water. "You still have thirty laps to go."

"Why….are….you….making me….do so….many?" Private gasps.

"Because I have high standards for you to live up to."

"Awww, how sweet!" Trixy exclaims.

"Please, hush, Trixy."

"Sure thing, Lulu." Lieutenant whips around and glares angrily at Trixy.

"Don't you evah call me that! I only allowed Private to call me that when he was too young to pronounce my name."

"And now you want him to call you Brandon." Trixy crossed her flippers.

"Be quiet, or you'll be running laps, too."

"You don't have the authority to order me to, I'm not your sistah, and you aren't my skippah."

"Oh, whatevah. Okay, squirt, I'll cut you some slack, finish that set of ten laps your on now, and then come back here. I want to check your fighting skills while there's still daylight." Private finishes his fortieth lap around the park and sits down.

"I'm…done." He gasps short of breath.

"Well, catch your breath and then we'll see how well you and Trixy can fight."

"Wait, what?" asks Trixy surprised.

"You heard me."

(Private's POV)

It was late when Lieutenant finally let me off from the visit. Tomorrow he was going to finish my assessments. When I finally got into my bunk it was well after 2200 hours and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.