Noble Intentions: Season Two (Episodes 6-10) Read Online Free

into his seat and continued reviewing the documents in his lap. The documents that had caused so much trouble and put the final strain on his relationship with Charles. Perhaps he would have been better off taking out Jack Noble to appease his right hand man. Things had been smoothed over, though. Jack had died in that Russian prison, and Charles had been sent to France to oversee European operations.
    And Charles had done quite a good job so far.
    Feng didn’t find much of interest in the documents. It told of weaknesses that could be exploited. A foreign country might be interested in the information. Feng had no intent to try to overthrow the U.S. government, and didn’t think any terrorist organization really had a chance. Therefore he didn’t have any interest in using the information for any gain other than monetary. It didn’t take long to find a buyer, either. A small terror cell hidden in the heartland of America had a keen interest. A seven figure interest. They offered one million dollars. Feng countered at seven million. They settled on five million. A tidy sum for very little work. In the end he didn’t even have to pay Jack for the job.
    The sudden drop in altitude signaled to Feng that it was time to lock the documents in his briefcase. He then turned his attention to the window. The setting sun turned the sky shades of pink and purple. The ground was littered with browns and greens, signaling the end of winter and the beginning of spring. Small patches of snow lingered on the northern side of houses in areas where shadows remained throughout the day, waiting to rejoin the night.
    The plane landed and Feng remained seated until one of the flight crew emerged from the cockpit and told him it was time to depart.
    * * *
    The co-pilot opened the plane’s door and dropped a set of stairs. Feng nodded at him as he passed and then stepped through the opening into the blustery cold evening. The high in New York that day had been sixty. He figured it was in the low thirties in Chicago. He pulled his coat tight with one hand and held the briefcase in the other. He scanned the area and spotted one of his men. The old man took the steps one at a time until he reached the bottom.
    Feng crossed an asphalt parking lot to meet Reynolds, the most trusted member of his Chicago team. Halfway across the lot he saw a group of men appear. He did not recognize them.
    “Who are these men?” he asked.
    Reynolds shook his head.
    “Reynolds, who are they?”
    “Sir,” Reynolds said.
    One of the other men reached out and placed a hand on Reynolds. Pulled him back. The man stepped forward. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Pale, prematurely aged skin. He spoke with a slight accent that Feng couldn’t quite place.
    “Mr. Feng, please come with us.” He extended an arm and gestured toward a parked limousine.
    The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at each man individually.
    “I don’t know if you are aware of who you are dealing with. I can buy and sell each of you fifty times over. I can kill your families in their sleep and force you to watch.”
    The blond haired man smiled and nodded. “We know. Let’s go.” He grabbed Feng by the elbow and led him to the limo. Another man opened the door. Reynolds stepped in first, then Feng, followed by the blond haired man. The other three men got in and blocked the exits. All four men unbuttoned their coats, revealing pistols in holsters.
    Feng studied each man individually and then turned to Reynolds.
    “What happened, Reynolds? Where is your team?”
    Reynolds looked from Feng to the blond haired man. “I think you should—”
    “That’s enough,” the blond haired man said. “Mr. Feng, all your questions will be answered by my boss.”
    “This is not how we arranged this, young man. I don’t do business in this manner.” He held up the briefcase. “You can tell your boss he can forget all about the contents of this briefcase if I don’t get answers now.”
    The blond