About an hour had passed since Trautman had given them both the news of the plan to Mexico. Rambo was in a small lobby room, where he sat on an old, worn down sofa. He sat there and thought about all that had been planned. He had mixed feelings about the ordeal. It's not that he didn't like his new partner. Hell, he didn't even know her yet! But, if he got too close to the woman, he was afraid he'd loose her, like he had lost his previous partner. He shook his head slightly, his tufts of black hair falling out from his eyes. Who said he was going to even get close? This was a strictly professional level.

Alisa walked into the small sitting room and headed for the soda pop machine. She had two quarters in her hand and jingled them softly in her fist as she approached it. Her dark chocolate brown eyes searched the selections. She then glanced up the coin slot. She saw how much it was worth and immediately noticed she was a quarter short.

"Damnit." She said quiet loudly, not seeing Rambo nearby.

"Ya short?" He said, slowly looking up to questioningly to Alisa.

Alisa blinked, realizing Rambo was sitting right there.

"Yeah.. I'll just go get another from-"

She didn't even have a second more to speak; the silvery quarter was tossed into the air, it soon falling into her open palm.

"Thanks. I'll pay you back when I get some money from my bag." She said, as she put the three-quarters into the machine.

"Nah. It's fine." He replied, glancing up to her again. His eyes soon fell from her, almost searching the slightly rotted wood floor for something else to say.

Alisa shrugged and nodded grabbing the full can from the machine. She opened it and then sat next to Rambo on the couch. She took a quick sip from the Coke and slightly extended the soda towards him.

"Want a sip?" She asked.

"No thanks." He said looking to the pop and back down to the wood floor.

Alisa sort of got the message that Rambo wasn't much into talking. She wasn't exactly Miss. Sociable either, but she figured she might as well get to know him if they were going to spend all that time together. She looked away, into a window nearby and watched a bird sit on a leafy branch, pecking away at a seed.

Rambo looked up at her as her attention was pulled away from him. She was kinda pretty.. Okay, okay. So she was very pretty. Beautiful, even.. No. What was he thinking?! She wasn't beautiful. She was his partner. His partner. That's it. He had to remember.. It was a professional level.

Trautman poked his head in, and then slowly walked in fully. His observant hazel eyes saw Rambo looking at Alisa, although she was looking away. This immeadiatly shot up a red flag in his mind.

"John."

Rambo almost abruptly tore his eyes away from Alisa, and then looked at Trautman. He knew that Trautman had seen him looking at Alisa.

"Can I talk to you out in the hall?"

"Yeah."

He got up and walked out into the hallway with Trautman, shutting the door behind them both. Trautman looked at Rambo with that scolding expression again.

"John."

"Yeah."

". Alisa.. She's.. Very attractive, I know.. But.. This partner deal.. It has to stay.."

Rambo finished his sentence for him.

"Professional."

"Exactly," he replied "You can't.. You know.. You just can't start anything with her.. I kn-"

Trautman didn't even get a chance to finish before Rambo interupted defensively.

"I'm not gonna lay her!" Rambo said, looking a bit upset.

". I'm not saying you will.. But.. I saw how you were looking at her, John."

"...First you drag me out in the middle of no where, not even telling me where the hell I am. Then you tell me I have to protect some jewel in the middle of the jungle. You give me a woman partner and now you insult me? What next?!"

" John. I didn't mean to sound insulting, you know that! But I just don't want anything happening between you both. End of discussion."

Rambo sighed and looked at him. He wanted to say so many things, but. . .

"Why don't you both come with me.. It's time to leave anyway. " Trautman replied turning around a corner.

Rambo wasn't beginning to like any of this.