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Captain Hudson, Andres, Piccolo, Ford, Brody, Federicks, Dagwood and Henderson all stood behind Lucas as he furiously typed in the description into the World Wide Criminal Database.
"Uh huh, just as I thought," murmured Hudson.
"Good grief, he has a record longer than California," quipped Piccolo.
"Yeah, but that's not all. Look who he used to be friends with," Lucas replied, pointing at the screen.
"He worked for Bourne and Deon? He's definitely no good," Henderson growled in disgust.
"I wonder," Lucas mumbled, his fingers resuming their furious typing.
The computer beeped at him. Lucas looked frustrated.
"What were you looking for Lucas?" Ford leaned in closer trying to see.
"Well, I was checking to see if that girl, I mean, Jasmine is his daughter."
"And is she?"
"No. In fact, there is no one in the city's records named Jasmine. I mean, Jasmine is not a Spanish name and if she were listed, she would be the only one that would come up."
"I see what you mean, Ensign. So, if she isn't his daughter, whose is she?" asked Hudson.
No one had an answer to his question.
Billy and Jasmine walked several blocks in the chilly summer air, not saying anything.
Billy was still fuming. Jasmine hid a smile. She loved Billy with all her heart. She'd die if anything ever happened to him. She wished she knew how he felt about her. That part of himself he kept closed off from her.
She shivered and Billy took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. They stopped, sat and huddled together in their favorite doorway.
Jasmine sighed as she rested her head on his broad shoulder. If only tomorrow wouldn't come, she'd be content. Yet, she admitted to herself, I'd still be stuck in this hell.
Billy, hearing her thoughts, squeezed her hand in reassurance all the while sending soothing and loving thoughts to her.
}}I do love you.{{
She grinned. }}I love you too, Billy.{{
"Billy, wake up."
He stifled a yawn as he opened his eyes. He stretched and looked into Jasmine's green eyes. She's not happy here. There must be a way for me to get her away from Pedro and Barcelona. She deserves better than this rat trip cesspool, he thought somberly.
"C'mon, let's go fleece the sheep," Jasmine joked half-heartedly.
The two teenagers ran toward the marketplace to begin their day of crime.