I'M BACK! I MUST SAY I'M A BIT DISAPPOINTED WITH A 1 NEW REVIEW I GOT WHEN I CAME BACK. SO I DON'T DESERVE THEM,HUH? THEN,I'LL PROVE YOU WRONG WITH THIS CHAPTER. ALSO NOTE THAT I'LL SOON BEGIN A JOINT PROJECT WITH Shadowteengirl, IN A Kung Fu Panda CATEGORY. THE FIRST CHAPTER WILL BE RELEASED SOON.

LET'S BEGIN!

It was 2 days since the plane accident, and it was getting better for both Blu and Jewel. Jewel's wing was healing fast, and the release schedule was shortened to 30 days, 2 of them already passed. Meanwhile, she began teaching Blu Portugese,and being a smart guy, he caught up with it pretty good.

He also upgraded his flying skills, flying daily 2-3 hours around Rio,and above the jungle. But, since the recent events occurred,he decided to relax a little by going to the Ipanema bird club.

As he glided through the sky, he felt the warm air slide under and above his wings. He took a second to glance at the setting sun, a sight that couldn't go unnoticed.

He sighed at the beautiful sight. It reminded him of Jewel. Jewel...

Then it reminded it of her broken wing. Wing... Wings... Wings reminded him of a plane. Plane reminded him of a fighter jet. Fighter jet reminded him of fire. Destruction. Death.

It reminded him of that nightmare.

Against his will, his mind started replaying the whole nightmare.

'No...Jewel...'

His mind came to the reality with a stinging pain in his head. Then darkness...

"Blu...BLU!"

Blu slowly opened his eyes, the stinging pain still present. Once his pupils adjusted to the light of the room he was in, he saw Nico and Pedro, and he was in the Ipanema club. He lay on the floor, Pedro and Nico beside him.

As his eyes got used to the flashing green and blue light, and his ears to a loud samba sound playing in the background, he spoke up.

"What the-where am i?"

Nico spoke up first.

"You crashed into a street sign,50 feet from our club! Where were you going,amigo?"

"What? I was flying AT LEAST 250 feet high, and as far as i know, there's no existing street sings that are 250 feet tall!" *Shakes his head* "And,i was heading to your club. I wanted to relax a little."

He got up, an headed to the bar. Behind the desk, was a male Black-billed Cuckoo.

"Hey,Santino, give my buddy Blu something strong to "wake him up"."

Cuckoo,called Santino, then took a bottle of vodka and poured a little of it into the cocktail-shaker. A bottle of triple sec was following, with some lime juice,some ice, and the ingredients were now captured into the closed shaker. After a 10 seconds of shaking,it was poured into the small cocktail glass. In the end, a slice of lime and some ice cubes were added.

"Ah,the Kamikaze cocktail! Good choice,Santino!" Pedro spoke up with excitement. " This one is on the house. Drink it slowly for more effect."

"Gee,thanks man." Said Blu as he stared at the cocktail glass filled with the blurry-white liquid. He took it in his right wing,and brought it up to his open beak. He then leaned the glass, as he let the Kamikaze flow through his throat.

His face turned into a grimace. Cause? The strength and sourness of the cocktail. Once the last droplet of the cocktail went down his throat,he felt like he was awake for hours. Very sour hours.

"Agh! Uhh! Phew! It's damn strong!"

The aftermath of the Kamikaze was so hilarious, that all birds near him began to laugh.

"See? I told you it will work! Great job Santino! Hey,by the way... The karaoke will start soon. Would you like to join us?"

After regaining control aver his mind and body, he responded.

"Sure. Why not."

2130 HOURS, SOUTHERN BRAZIL-ARGENTINA BORDER

A lone F-5 EM Tiger was patrolling the Brazil-Argentina border. In the seat,was the young 2nd Lieutenant Cordoza. He was in his cockpit, looking over his instruments,when something appeared on his radar. The AN/APQ-159 radar showed a "dot" on the edge of the radar's range, 35 miles. It was coming head-on,closing fast.

'What the... I better tell command 'bout this.'

"Uh,command, this is hawk one. I got a bogey inbound from vector 90,closing in high speed. Requesting orders."

After a few seconds, the command came up on the radio.

"This is command. If it's penetrating our airspace, intercept it and wait for further orders."

The radio went silent again,as the bogey approached to 30 miles. After 20 more seconds, the bogey was 20 miles in front of him, closing head-on.

Suddenly, the lock-on warning alarm went off, showing that his aircraft was tracked by that bogey. Suddenly, the bogey turned 90 degrees right, and after a few seconds,turned left to get behind Cordoza.

After 45 seconds of nothing but warning alarm beeping,the bogey came close to Cordoza. His heart almost stopped when he saw what bogey was.

It was a Mirage 3 EA, a French interceptor jet, owned and used by Argentine air force.

"Attention,Brazil air force plane entering the Argentine air space! Turn around, and leave our airspace.!"

'Caramba!'

"This is Brazil air force patrol craft,call sing hawk one. You must be mistaken,this is Brazil air space. Turn around,and leave OUR air space immediately"

The Mirage was now on the same level as the F-5, and Cordoza could see it's armament. It carried 2 Matra magic short-range missiles, and one R.530 medium range missile. He surely also had the double 30 mm gun ammo. Cordoza's F-5 had 2 AIM-9 M sidewinders and the double 20 mm rotating gun ammo.

"Don't play with me, stupid Brazilian! Leave our airspace,or i'll open fire!"

Then,the Mirage decelerated,and came up behind him.

"You Brazilians think that we don't know who your'e helping! Stay out of this war, this is just between us and the Brits. They will pay for the deaths of our civilians in the Falklands!"

Seeing the seriousness of this situation, Cordoza tried to calm down the Argentine pilot.

"Look, i understand your anger,but please,sir, leave our air-"

RATATATATATATATATA!

The sound of the 30 mm cannons echoed through the night, as the rounds went under Cordoza's aircraft.

"This is the Argentina's airspace! You will leave now,or-"

This time, it was the Mirage's pilot's turn to be surprised. Understanding the warning shots as the real thing,Cordoza sliced hard to the left, fired his afterburners, and went into a inverted barrel roll. After regaining his momentum,the Mirage pilot turned to the left,fired his afterburner, and the chase began.

As he tried to obtain lock on Cordoza's F-5, Cordoza started punching flares to confuse the missile's seekers. After gaining some speed, he activated his air-brakes. The Mirage's pilot got blinded by the flares,so Cordoza's maneuver was unnoticed. By the time he saw that the F-5 is no longer in front of him,it was too late.

Cordoza acquired the Mirage in his gunsight for a second,then fired a short burst. He hit his left wing, and the hydraulic fluid squirted from the plane's wing. A fire followed suit.

Not wanting to eject without a fight, the mirage pilot braked too, and the role of the hunter and the prey switched once again.

As Cordoza flew past him, he locked on him with the Matra Magic, and fired. Noticing the flash of the missile, Cordoza reacted fast, and pulled the eject handle.

In a second, the canopy was blown off and the rocket boosters lifted him high enough to escape the jaws of death. As his parachute was released, he saw his F-5 Tiger get hit by the missile, and after a few seconds of falling down,it exploded in mid-air. The Mirage pilot ejected a few seconds after him.

MEANWHILE...

"Your'e all fools...*hiccup* All of you! Your'e more ugly than Betty White! *hiccup*"

"Go home Blu,your'e drunk!"

As Nico's words left his mouth, a drunk Blu replied.

"Oh*hiccup* yeah? Well, your'e always drunk... *hiccup* More than Charlie Sheen!"

As he staggered out of the club,and into the street, he replied one last time.

"See ya later *hiccup*,sexy!"

Then he flew up,only to slam into the same street sign,again,

"Geez... Jewel's gonna kill me *hiccup*..."

He then flew up,again, into the direction of the aviary. It will be a one bumpy flight. Literally.

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TiPoDiRaMartin,

out (hail Batista)