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

haired man smiled.
    “My name is Jeremy. Jeremy Fletcher. I am your liaison for the next forty-eight hours. Everything will go as planned. Our plan, that is. You just sit back and relax and nothing will happen to you or your associate here.”
    The old man turned his head and looked at the man at his side. Reynolds cast his eyes down to the floor and shook his head.
    “Where is the rest of your team?”
    “They…I…” Reynolds couldn’t finish.
    Fletcher said, “Neutralized.”
    “Any damages suffered to my organization will be paid back threefold. Understand? You can tell your boss that, too.”
    Fletcher smiled. “Understood.”
    No one said another word for the next half hour. Finally, when the limo pulled into a parking lot, Fletcher spoke.
    “We’re here.”
    “Where is here?” Feng asked.
    “The hotel. We are going to stay here until my boss is ready for you.”
    Feng resisted at first, but then decided he had no choice. He was cut off from everyone in his organization at the moment. For now, he would remain in survival mode.
    “I know what you are thinking, sir,” Fletcher said. “Don’t worry. We’re working together here. No harm will come to you or your men as long as you cooperate.”
    Feng stepped out of the car. Walked up to Fletcher. He opened his mouth to speak, stopped and waved the man off.
    “Show me to my room,” he said as he turned toward the hotel entrance.
     

5
    Jack’s plane departed Athens, Greece at 12:55 am. The flight took just over eleven hours, landing in New York’s JFK Airport at five in the morning. He passed through customs without any problems, thanks to the fake passport Frank had arranged for him. The name on the passport said John J. Martin. He wondered if that was his new alias. For the past six months he had been known simply as Jack. The Greeks he had befriended needed no last name.
    He made the trans-Atlantic journey with two men. Both early thirties, close cut hair, dark suits. Anyone with an eye for such things would have labeled them as Feds without giving it as much as a second thought. The men didn’t talk much other than to introduce themselves as Coppa and Shipley. They sat in front of and behind him on the commuter flight from Crete to Athens. On either side of him in the middle row on the flight from Athens to New York. Jack tried to make small talk. They said nothing. Typical of the agents in the SIS.
    Jack had spent two years as an agent in the SIS after his stint with the Marines. Frank had been his partner for the majority of those two years. He never got to know many of the other agents on a personal level, despite it being a relatively small group. They spent little time in the office.
    Jack and the two agents stood next to the taxi line. Coppa scanned the artificially lit road and pointed toward a black sedan.
    “There. Let’s go.”
    They stood on either side of Jack and led him toward the idling car. Coppa took the front passenger seat. Shipley sat in back with Jack.
    Jack stared out the window, wondering where they were heading. The street lamps along the airport’s roads gave way to the headlights of cars stretched out in columns along I-678. It was almost six a.m. and the eastern sky showed the first signs of sunrise.
    “You guys trust me now?”
    “No,” Shipley said. “Try something and we’ll shoot.”
    Jack smiled. “Where’re we going?”
    Coppa and Shipley said nothing.
    “Last I checked the SIS was based out of D.C. That where we’re headed to?”
    Shipley turned his head and nodded once.
    Jack took that as an affirmative response to his question. They were looking at a five to six hour drive to reach D.C. depending on the traffic around New York City and Philadelphia, which they would reach during the peak of morning rush hour traffic. He kept his focus on the road until they merged onto I-95 southbound. Satisfied they were heading to D.C., Jack closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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    The car slowed to a stop. Nothing