Aruba? No, been there, shot that.
Caribbean? No, she warrants there.
Costa Rica? No, Edward had warrants there.
Raina was tiredly clicking her way through the travel agent's website, trying to pick out a place for vacation. Unfortunately, their choices were rather limited. If they hadn't already been there several times, then they were wanted for some reason or another.
Belize... they hadn't been to Belize yet. Or rather, she hadn't. Clicking on the link, she calls to Edward in the other room. "Baby? You're not wanted in Belize, are you?"





He was actually trying to put back together an MP5 that had taken a bad hit on the last run he'd made. Not it was warped and, while he could afford a new one, he was loathe to do so without trying to fix it.
Coming in, he frowned. "Belize? Uhmmm, not by any alias I use now at least.' Pausing, he handed her the gun. "Fix that.' Not asking, telling though distracted, trusting her strength to do it.