Casey swallowed hard. "I told them I was bringing a friend. But let’s be clear, Strak—I want the passport and the keys to the safe house in Vancouver. No more games."

Johnathan Strak emerged from the shadows of Lane 24. He didn't walk so much as glide, his heavy trench coat trailing like a funeral shroud. Strak was a man of cold precision and whispered rumors—a "fixer" who specialized in making people disappear, one way or another.

Strak stopped five feet away. The distance felt like a canyon. "And the buyer? You told them I was coming?"

Run Away, Scene 2 - Casey Flip, Johnathan Strak... Online

Casey swallowed hard. "I told them I was bringing a friend. But let’s be clear, Strak—I want the passport and the keys to the safe house in Vancouver. No more games."

Strak stopped five feet away. The distance felt like a canyon. "And the buyer? You told them I was coming?"