Noble Intentions: Season Two (Episodes 6-10) by L.T. Ryan

placed his left foot inside and ducked his head to enter the car. He paused at the sight of the woman in the backseat. Her ringed dark brown hair fell over her shoulders and framed her mocha colored face. She removed her sunglasses, revealing dark brown eyes. Even in her seated position, he guessed she was tall, judging by her long legs.
    She extended her arm toward Jack.
    “Jasmine Medina.”
    Jack reached for her hand and responded. “Jack, er, John. Who the hell am I now, Frank?”
    “I know who you are,” she said.
    “Jack,” Frank said. “Get in. We need to move.”
    Jack sat down and closed the door. He didn’t take his eyes off of Jasmine. To call the woman beautiful was an understatement. What the hell was she doing working with the SIS? He made a mental note to find out.
    Frank twisted in his seat until he faced Jack.
    “Jasmine joined us about a year after you left. She’s the best agent I’ve got. I’ve got no doubt that you two will be able to crack this thing if it goes as deep as I think it does.”
    Jack cleared his head and let Frank’s words settle in.
    “What about the CIA? FBI? Homeland Security?”
    “Nobody’s talking,” Jasmine said.
    “That’s right,” Frank said. “Someone knows something and they don’t want to give it up.”
    “What about you guys?” Jack asked. “You giving them anything?”
    “No. Nothing. Not even the documents.”
    “Shouldn’t someone know if they are as bad as you made them out to be?”
    Frank shrugged and turned in his seat to face forward.
    “I give them that, then I have to give them you. None of us wants that, Jack.”
    Jack stared out the window. Row homes gave way to single family homes. Single family homes gave way to farmland. Farmland gave way to the woods. Trees passed by in a blur. Patches of snow spotted the thin strip of grass between the road and the trees. They reached a clearing and the car pulled into a gas station parking lot.
    Frank and the driver didn’t move.
    Jasmine undid her seat belt and opened her door.
    “What’s this?” Jack asked.
    “This is where you get out,” Frank said.
    Jasmine stuck her head back in the car.
    “Come on, Jack. Let’s go.”
    He opened the door and slid out of the car. Followed Jasmine across the parking lot. She held out her hand and pressed a button on a key fob. Tail lights on a green sedan blinked twice. Jasmine rounded the trunk and went to the driver’s door. Jack opened the passenger door and got in.
    Jasmine stuck the key in the ignition and started the car.
    “Need anything before we go?”
    Jack shook his head.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Cherry Hill.”
    “What’s there?”
    “A lead.”
    He tried to pry more information out of her during the drive to Cherry Hill, New Jersey, but Jasmine remained tight lipped. Jack conceded to her and stayed quiet the last fifteen minutes of the forty minute drive.
    They arrived in Cherry Hill and Jasmine pulled into a parking lot. Parked the car in front of a laundromat. Jack opened his door and placed his feet on the ground.
    “Stay here,” she said.
    “What?” Jack held his hands up. “Why?”
    “Just do it.”
    He waved both hands at her and returned to his seat in the car. He watched Jasmine walk into the laundromat. The front of the building consisted of large floor-to-ceiling windows, enabling him to keep an eye on her. She walked to the back corner and began talking with a man. Jack strained to make out the man’s features, but the sun glare on the windows prevented him from doing so. He placed his hand on the door handle and thought about getting out. Decided to stay in the car. If Jasmine had been a field agent in the SIS for seven years then she could handle herself.
    Jack checked his coat pockets for a cigarette and sighed when he found none. All those months not smoking ruined thanks to the old Greek lady.
    Jasmine emerged from the laundromat with the man following behind her. He was middle aged. Thin except for a round