It's finally here, after all of the edits and spell checking. I'm proud to present the first chapter of The Grey Operator. I would like to thank long time author OrangeMacawWorld for giving me some tips about writing a story, reviewing on what I did right and what I can improve on. Now, without any Further delay, here's the first chapter.

I jolted awake at the sound of an alarm from my well earned slumber from yesterday, even though I was pretty hungover. I thought partying at the Samba Club last night with my teammates was a good way to celebrate a perfect mission at first, even though my insides didn't enjoy it that much. I got up with a grumbe in a regretable type of tone.

"Shouldn't have drank all of that mango cocktail in one go..."

I deactivated my phone's alarm at an instant, the time read 12:00 PM on the lock screen. Looking to my right, I saw my grey slide on hood with my black face mask, a part of a macaw beak skeleton printed on it.

I slipped on the face mask first, the hood followed next, but I didn't need to put them up for now. I flew to the kitchen to get some food to refill my stomach after it's ordeal of rejecting all of the alcohol from last night. As I landed on the counter, I heard a voice nearby.

"Had too much to drink last night, bud?"

I turned my head and of course, it was Ethan, my owner, who asked the question. I decided to answer back at the question. I knew how to speak human english, even though my voice would always sound squakey to him.

"Had more than us birds could tolerate. You probably wouldn't have lasted longer than me."

"I could tell, you were puking up a storm last night. I was a bit scared for you."

"Well look at me now. I'm not dead, so that's a good thing. Got anything else good for me this morning?"

Ethan proceded to open the fridge and took out something. He then put it onto the counter, along with a teaspoon. It was a pack of prawn cocktail, one of my favourite seafoods. I picked up the teaspoon and immediately dug into my breakfast.

"This is the first good thing for you."

I look up from eating my second spoonful, feeling both suprised and a bit exited.

"What's the second one?"

"Dr. Monteiro has got word, or writing in this case--"

"Enough with the bad quips Ethan, I haven't got all day."

"Ok, ok. Blu has said that the leader of the Spix macaw flock doesn't want our task force to come to his part of the Amazon..."

I let out a quick sigh of disappointment. This leader seems to be a bit stubborn when it comes to protection. We've got expert avian opetators who can use all the weapons me and Ethan made very effectively. What do they have, a group of strong macaws who can only use close quaters combat that isn't really efficient.

"What can we do then? He doesn't trust us..."

"Yeah, he doesn't... For now."

I threw my head up to see his face again. I was confused on what he meant.

"What do you mean 'For now'?"

"Dr Monteiro has secretly authorized you, and only you, to find a way to earn the leader's trust without getting spotted by anyone in the tribe "

Going nomad into the Amazon without any back up seemed pretty hard. Luckily for me, I've been on harder missions than this. I give my final answer.

"I'll gear up then, get all of my weapons prepared."

Ethan had a huge smile on his face. I knew he would be in on this too.

"I'll get a heli, have it set up for 8:00 AM tomorrow. How do you want to be dropped off?"

"A good old skydive of course. You know me.

"Then it's settled. Let's ready up for tomorrow, I feel like it's going to be a long day..."

And that's it for Chapter 1. Reece and Ethan are preparing for what may seem like a long mission for tommorow and they're exited for it.