Not Here for the Kid

  Keith walks in and looks around at Jack's apartment. "So, how are you?"

"I am fine. Thank you.  How about yourself?"

"I am fine as well. So, why were you running around and around in the park earlier?"

Jack thinks he is sweating.  "Why do you know that? Are you spying on me now?"

"No. Not particularly trying to spy on you.  I just like to arrive at my destination 10 minutes before the intended time.  So, I was just here a little earlier and saw you."

"Well,"  Jack folds his arms,  "I am practicing for the assignment you gave me.  You want me to steal in the white house, right? Just thought I should warm up and get a little bit of that agility in."

"Oh.  How nice.  But then I also saw some kids looking for trouble."  Keith then laughs.  "Do you want me to get rid of them for you?"

"Whoa whoa whoa,"  Jack waves his arms, "No need for that.  It is not a big deal. They are punks.  But really, it turns out they just really want my help."