Rambo had been slaving over various papers and files for a good few hours, while the importance of finding himself a partner for the upcoming mission was something that needed to be done, he understood why it was often left to those of a particular mindset. He'd narrowed the selection down a lot already and this was his third pass at the remaining candidates; each pass through the names narrowed it down further and now there were only three remaining.

The first being a good reliable serviceman who was getting nearer to being drafted out, a family man with a wife and two daughters, his record was flawless and his skills almost perfect for his needs.

The second candidate contrasted the first he'd picked out greatly. Their record was far from clean, they had no family which went in their favour considering the dangerous nature of the mission.

The final choice was a middle ground between the two; a normal service officer, decent record with a few blotchy patches, but nothing that couldn't be over looked. His skills were of an adequate level but like the rest of him, nothing to be bragged about.

Between the three of them they had skills that would be useful, all trained field technicians in the narrower field of explosives. He'd not read the bare basics of the files, the peoples names wouldn't mean anything at this point anyway; just their service records and training. The skill list of the middle candidate out lived the skills of the other two, it was just their record and current situation that was ringing alarm bells, it was their skills and lack of family that was calling out to him. He frowned at the three files in front of him as though it would help him make up his mind about the people the papers were about. He took a deep breath then picked out the middle file, he needed skills in this mission and the other two wouldn't give him what he needed.

Picking the file from the desk he headed towards where Trautman was looking over something with on of his other officers, probably some more intel Rambo figured.

"This one." Rambo stated, handing the file over to Trautman.

The older senior officer opened the file, giving the basics that Rambo hadn't a look over.

"A woman?" Trautman asked, looking to Rambo with a curious glance.

"It is?" He returned the question with his own, though there was no change of tone in his voice. "It won't be a problem." he added feeling like he had to have some return to the question from his senior. He'd worked with women before and she wouldn't be a distraction for him, not when it came down to it. Generally speaking he wasn't interested in women or at least forming relationships with them. He'd had relationships with women before he'd been drafted; there was one particular girl back when he was sixteen before being enlisted that he'd been particularly close with, he'd even go so far as to say he'd been in love with her. His first ever committed love relationship; they'd both been young and he'd not expected it to last, nor had he expected her to wait for him while he was away making war. He'd looked her up once he'd returned from Vietnam, she hadn't waited for him and was now married with three children, initially he'd been somewhat distressed about her having moved on; but the distress was quickly replaced with relief. Since returning the idea of settling down and creating life turned his stomach, he'd seen to much that would turn lesser men to madness to be a part of something that would bring an innocent life into the world and the urge to make love rarely took over him. He masturbated when the desire took over him; but when it came down to it the monstrosities he'd seen in Vietnam just killed off whatever thoughts of passion he had before they could form.

Trautman continue to read the file on the woman he'd chosen, his curious looks turned into a frown. "She is in prison." he then commented. Not that it would to much of an issue getting her out of the military prison she was being held in, he was just curious to hear Rambo's reasoning. "I remember the name now." He added before the younger man could speak. "She's classed as a deserter, she disregarded a direct order, shot her commanding officer; who later died of the injuries." He explained his face remaining neutral.

"I read the file, it's her skills I need not her loyalty, she's the one." Rambo pressed, irritated that his judgement had been questioned even by the man he respected.

"I never met her, just remember the case." Trautman added, noting the irritation in the younger man. He'd worked with Rambo for many years now and although he'd not known him to be the assertive type, he knew when the man was determined about something; he could see that determination in his jaw now. Closing the file again he nodded, putting it on the desk he was overseeing. "It will take some arrangement, we'll met her soon." He moved to pick up a telephone to make the arrangements he'd spoken of.