A SEQUEL FOR THREE REASONS: 1 - BECAUSE JASON STATHAM IS JUST TOO DAMN CUTE. 2 - BECAUSE SHADY'S VOICE IS STILL IN MY HEAD, DEMANDING TO BE HEARD. 3 - BECAUSE SO MANY OF YOU WERE KIND ENOUGH TO ASK. PLEASE ENJOY!

They were in the jungle…again. This time, it was pouring down rain, black as pitch, and they had ten men between them and their way out. Gunnar hissed at Barney, "Any ideas?"

"I'm working on it," he hissed back.

"I'm getting wet," Shady spoke quietly, standing to Ross' other side.

He turned a frown on her, "We all are, Snow."

Lee chuckled next to her, "I've got this." And he took Boots by the hand, dragging her behind him. He threw a comment over his shoulder at the boss, "You'll have five, maybe ten minutes, before they catch on."

Suddenly, two figures appeared in the middle of the clearing. The ten soldiers standing around the area, looking for the rebels, couldn't believe their eyes. And, then, their shock continued as they heard a woman say, "Oh my god, you mean to tell me we're lost?"

The man, with a British lilt replied, "No, my dear, I am not lost."

"Like hell you're not," she argued.

And he turned her to face him, "And just what would you have me do?"

"Well, heaven forbid you stop and ask directions?" She continued to harp.

"And just who in hell do you suggest I ask?" His tone was incredulous.

And with a knife suddenly appearing out of nowhere, Shady threw it as she said, "How about him?" And the blade found its mark.

"No, I think this one," Lee responded, throwing his own knife at one of the other soldiers.

Toll, Caesar and Yin quickly dispatched the others standing in the way as Barney and Gunnar took their client by the arms and began dragging him forward. They made it into the plane in less than ten minutes with Lee and Shady bringing up the rear, ensuring no one else followed them.

Barney immediately took the pilot's seat and thrummed the engines to life. Lee slid into the co-pilot's chair, checking the instruments and navigating the transport into the air. Shady leaned on the doorway, separating the cockpit from the cargo area. Gunnar settled their guest into a seat, shoving a beer into the man's hand along with a towel. Throughout the plane, the rest of the Expendables team began to change and dry off from their adventure.

Barney grumbled, looking up to where she hovered, "I thought you were wet, Snow."

She smiled, "Hey, you try walking around with enough water trapped in your shirt that you could float a boat. And stop calling me that."

Lee gave her a mischievous look, "Need help getting out of those wet clothes? Especially that wet bra?"

Ross waggled a finger at the two, "None of that on the plane or else."

"Or else what," Shady grinned.

"Or else you'll be benched for the next month," Barney finished, "Snow."

Boots started to respond with a smart ass answer only to be caught off guard with a violent sneeze. An imperceptible glance passed between the two men as the boss nodded for his second to go with the girl who had seamlessly taken her place in the group.

Once in dry clothes, Lee resumed his spot in the co-pilot's seat. Shady again followed her partner only to be stopped by the man they had been sent to retrieve. He exchanged a few comments and then Boots made her way once again to the cockpit.

"Our guest wants to speak to you, Barney," Powell told him.

He glanced warily at the woman but nodded, "Take the controls, Boots."

She grinned, "Really?"

"Yeah, just don't crash it," he chucked her shoulder as he passed.

Barney went to the back of the plane and changed his clothes before he joined the man they had just spent the better part of the night rescuing.

The man was none other than Senator Jason Pratt. The senator had been on a fact finding mission when his group was ambushed. One of his security detail had been killed, the other seriously injured. He had been grabbed and no one seemed to know who was responsible.

And this was where Mr. Church came in. The Department of Defense had been contacted with details of the incident. A member of Pratt's staff had leaked the Senator's itinerary to the wrong people. Suddenly struck with a guilty conscience, he had notified a high ranking DOD official. There was no way the truth of the situation could get out. That meant a group like Barney Ross' Expendables were the only option. With the details and the location now known, Church made Barney the offer and Ross accepted.

Now the Honorable Jason Pratt, Junior Senator from California, was sitting on the plane across from a soldier for hire and sharing a new tale.

"I was kidnapped because of what I was attempting to confirm," Pratt explained.

"I'm listening," Ross said.

"Heard of Carson-Lyons?" Barney nodded his head. "Then you know that they're a major player in the arms world. They're also one of the largest suppliers to U.S. forces and a huge lobbying machine on the Hill."

"So?"

"So, they've been falsifying records and testing results. I had proof that they were using substandard materials to manufacture their transports, costing lives – U.S. lives. I planned to call him out at the next vote but Jackson Lyons made sure that couldn't happen. He had me kidnapped but Lyons didn't count on the vote getting postponed," Pratt concluded.

"But you've got proof now," Barney countered.

Pratt nodded, "No," but he rushed on, "However, I know where his information is…where Lyons keeps everything."

"What's that got to do with me?"

"You and your men could get it," the Senator leaned in. "I can delay the vote, using the very situation that Lyons thought would help him. And you would be doing a huge service to your country."

Ross shook his head, "I did a huge service for my country once upon a time and I've got nothing to show for it except some impressive scars." He stood up as he finished, "Now, it's for money or not at all."

"I don't believe that," Pratt said.

"Well you should," Ross answered back and started to walk back towards the front of the plane.

The Senator stopped him with an outstretched hand, "Mr. Ross…"

Barney paused and looked down at him. He looked at the bruising on the young man's face, knowing he had paid a physical price for his decisions…for his fact-finding. Ross shook his head, knowing it was a bad idea but he answered instead, "Alright, Senator, get me the information."

Pratt sat back, a broad smile crossing his face. He had been ill-equipped to take on someone like Jackson Lyons. Looking around the plane, Pratt knew, this was the force that could do it.