His hard brown eyes stared straight at the small building, feeling his body
temperature heighten with his anger. The shrubbery and wild forest growing
behind the old brick building was moving in the musty damp wind. He
wondered where in the world he was, and mostly, why he wasn't in America.
Rambo muttered curse words under his breath as he finally got to the heavy door. It had paint peeling off of it and it took a lot of strength to open it, since it was broke. But he managed to swing it open, and inside it felt even hotter then it did outside. Old rickety ceiling fans spun slowly, although it was just spreading the sticky dampness around the room even more. There were office desks, with a few people behind them. There were stacks of papers, and typewriters clicking non-stop. The people who were working behind the desks looked up at the intimidating figure that slammed the door into the wall violently.
A deafening silence fell among the sparse workers inside the building, and it was so quiet, you could hear the exotic birds from out back. He shut the door behind him, and glanced at the people, becoming even more confused. Then a familiar voice automatically demanded his attention, and broke the silence.
"John."
Rambo looked up; his eyes still drowned with anger. It was Trautman! He didn't look at him with disrespect, just pure anger.
"John."
This time, he said it with more of a scolding tone. He then motioned Rambo to follow him. Before Rambo could think of hesitating, Trautman was already started down a hallway. Rambo followed hesitantly, getting more frustrated with every second. He wasn't here to play any games. He just wanted to find out why he was he wasn't in America.
Trautman soon came to a door, and opened it. Rambo stepped in after him, and saw a small room with a desk. Papers and files were stacked up everywhere. There was a ceiling fan spinning above the desk. A window was behind the desk that was partly covered by curtains. A little light shone through the window.
Trautman walked behind the desk and sat in the chair, resting his elbows on the edge of the desk. He gave a nod, looking up to Rambo.
"Take a seat, John."
Rambo did as he was told, though he was still furious, just wanting him to get to the point. His eyes met Trauntman's dark hazel ones. Trautman looked back into Rambo's. Rambo's hard stare fell down in respect.
"John, I know you've just been through a very difficult mission, in which you've succeeded. But here in Mexcio-"
Rambo abruptly looked at Trautman.
"What?! In Mexico! I'm in Mexico?!" He asked sternly, standing up before his mentor.
Trautman looked up at Rambo and sighed heavily.
"I knew you wouldn't take this well, John. But, we have another mission for you here. We need you to go to the ancient temple ruins of an extinct tribe deep in the jungle. The ruins of Talaman. Deep inside the temple is a large jewel by the name of the Talaman Emerald. There are Brazilian missionaries that have been sent out by the Brazilian government to steal the emerald."
Rambo shook his head, with disbelief. He couldn't believe what Trautman was telling him to do! He'd just finished a mission, been through Hell and back, and now he wanted him to go on another.
"Sir! I've just gotten through with a mission! Now you want me to go on another a few days later?! Your unbelievable!!"
"Rambo, we need that jewel. We can't let the Brazilian government take it! We've been asked to keep that jewel where it is! Horrible things could happen!"
Rambo sat down in the chair before the old rough looking desk. He ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed heavily. He'd had enough of all this. He wanted to relax and just go home!
"John. I've never asked you to do anything I didn't think you could do. I know we've asked you to a lot, but you're the best we have and we need you!" Trautman said. He sounded like he was almost begging.
Rambo sighed and looked at Trautman and nodded softly, his eyes fixed on him.
"Alright. When do I start then?" Rambo asked, still sounding a bit frustrated.
"Ah. I forgot to tell you one other thing." Trautman replied.
Rambo's brows raised slightly, wondering what he could have possibly forgotten to tell him now.
"We've partnered you up with someone. They'll help you get through the jungle. It's like a maze there. It takes awhile and a good sense of the jungle to even get to the temple ruins, let alone inside the temple."
Rambo hid it inside, but he wasn't ready to partner him up with someone. He'd never had a partner since. Oh God, it was hard to even think about it. His gaze fell down for a moment, before getting lifted back up by Trautman.
"I'll bring her in."
". Her?"
Trautman nodded.
"Yeah. She knows the jungle like the back of her hand. She's also very experienced when it comes to combat with guns, hand-to-hand. Anything you can think of. She'll be an excellent partner."
Trautman stood up, and walked out of the room.
Rambo sighed, closing his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening already. Everything was happening too fast. And now, he was getting partnered up with woman for his mission. Adding to all this stress, this partner thing was going to bring back so much. It was going to hurt him uncontrollably.
Before he could think about anything else, the door opened again, and his head turned around on reflex. Standing there was Trautman. And then. there was a woman. She looked about 5'6 and had creamy tan skin. She didn't look like she was beyond her mid 20's. Her ebony black hair fell down her shoulders, each strand ending in a curl. Her dark brown eyes were full and capturing. There was a beauty mark on the right corner of her chin. She wore faded blue jeans and a white tank top. There was a gun in a leg holster and a combat dagger strapped onto the belt of her jeans. There was a very naive look to this Mexican woman, even with all the weapons.
Trautman motioned for the woman to follow him, and she did, glancing at Rambo for a moment, before keeping her focus on Trautman. The Sargent stood before Rambo.
"John. This is Alisa Amorez."
Rambo stood up, having a good 4 to 5 inches above her. He extended his hand. Alisa gave a nod and shook his large, vein-ridden hand.
"Nice to meet you." Alisa talked with a slight Mexican accent.
Rambo nodded and looked to Trautman.
"When do we leave?"
"Tonight" He replied looking at the two.
[ Well. That was my second chapter. I hope you all liked it! PLEASE Review this! Thanks!]
Rambo muttered curse words under his breath as he finally got to the heavy door. It had paint peeling off of it and it took a lot of strength to open it, since it was broke. But he managed to swing it open, and inside it felt even hotter then it did outside. Old rickety ceiling fans spun slowly, although it was just spreading the sticky dampness around the room even more. There were office desks, with a few people behind them. There were stacks of papers, and typewriters clicking non-stop. The people who were working behind the desks looked up at the intimidating figure that slammed the door into the wall violently.
A deafening silence fell among the sparse workers inside the building, and it was so quiet, you could hear the exotic birds from out back. He shut the door behind him, and glanced at the people, becoming even more confused. Then a familiar voice automatically demanded his attention, and broke the silence.
"John."
Rambo looked up; his eyes still drowned with anger. It was Trautman! He didn't look at him with disrespect, just pure anger.
"John."
This time, he said it with more of a scolding tone. He then motioned Rambo to follow him. Before Rambo could think of hesitating, Trautman was already started down a hallway. Rambo followed hesitantly, getting more frustrated with every second. He wasn't here to play any games. He just wanted to find out why he was he wasn't in America.
Trautman soon came to a door, and opened it. Rambo stepped in after him, and saw a small room with a desk. Papers and files were stacked up everywhere. There was a ceiling fan spinning above the desk. A window was behind the desk that was partly covered by curtains. A little light shone through the window.
Trautman walked behind the desk and sat in the chair, resting his elbows on the edge of the desk. He gave a nod, looking up to Rambo.
"Take a seat, John."
Rambo did as he was told, though he was still furious, just wanting him to get to the point. His eyes met Trauntman's dark hazel ones. Trautman looked back into Rambo's. Rambo's hard stare fell down in respect.
"John, I know you've just been through a very difficult mission, in which you've succeeded. But here in Mexcio-"
Rambo abruptly looked at Trautman.
"What?! In Mexico! I'm in Mexico?!" He asked sternly, standing up before his mentor.
Trautman looked up at Rambo and sighed heavily.
"I knew you wouldn't take this well, John. But, we have another mission for you here. We need you to go to the ancient temple ruins of an extinct tribe deep in the jungle. The ruins of Talaman. Deep inside the temple is a large jewel by the name of the Talaman Emerald. There are Brazilian missionaries that have been sent out by the Brazilian government to steal the emerald."
Rambo shook his head, with disbelief. He couldn't believe what Trautman was telling him to do! He'd just finished a mission, been through Hell and back, and now he wanted him to go on another.
"Sir! I've just gotten through with a mission! Now you want me to go on another a few days later?! Your unbelievable!!"
"Rambo, we need that jewel. We can't let the Brazilian government take it! We've been asked to keep that jewel where it is! Horrible things could happen!"
Rambo sat down in the chair before the old rough looking desk. He ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed heavily. He'd had enough of all this. He wanted to relax and just go home!
"John. I've never asked you to do anything I didn't think you could do. I know we've asked you to a lot, but you're the best we have and we need you!" Trautman said. He sounded like he was almost begging.
Rambo sighed and looked at Trautman and nodded softly, his eyes fixed on him.
"Alright. When do I start then?" Rambo asked, still sounding a bit frustrated.
"Ah. I forgot to tell you one other thing." Trautman replied.
Rambo's brows raised slightly, wondering what he could have possibly forgotten to tell him now.
"We've partnered you up with someone. They'll help you get through the jungle. It's like a maze there. It takes awhile and a good sense of the jungle to even get to the temple ruins, let alone inside the temple."
Rambo hid it inside, but he wasn't ready to partner him up with someone. He'd never had a partner since. Oh God, it was hard to even think about it. His gaze fell down for a moment, before getting lifted back up by Trautman.
"I'll bring her in."
". Her?"
Trautman nodded.
"Yeah. She knows the jungle like the back of her hand. She's also very experienced when it comes to combat with guns, hand-to-hand. Anything you can think of. She'll be an excellent partner."
Trautman stood up, and walked out of the room.
Rambo sighed, closing his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening already. Everything was happening too fast. And now, he was getting partnered up with woman for his mission. Adding to all this stress, this partner thing was going to bring back so much. It was going to hurt him uncontrollably.
Before he could think about anything else, the door opened again, and his head turned around on reflex. Standing there was Trautman. And then. there was a woman. She looked about 5'6 and had creamy tan skin. She didn't look like she was beyond her mid 20's. Her ebony black hair fell down her shoulders, each strand ending in a curl. Her dark brown eyes were full and capturing. There was a beauty mark on the right corner of her chin. She wore faded blue jeans and a white tank top. There was a gun in a leg holster and a combat dagger strapped onto the belt of her jeans. There was a very naive look to this Mexican woman, even with all the weapons.
Trautman motioned for the woman to follow him, and she did, glancing at Rambo for a moment, before keeping her focus on Trautman. The Sargent stood before Rambo.
"John. This is Alisa Amorez."
Rambo stood up, having a good 4 to 5 inches above her. He extended his hand. Alisa gave a nod and shook his large, vein-ridden hand.
"Nice to meet you." Alisa talked with a slight Mexican accent.
Rambo nodded and looked to Trautman.
"When do we leave?"
"Tonight" He replied looking at the two.
[ Well. That was my second chapter. I hope you all liked it! PLEASE Review this! Thanks!]