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

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

"Vancouver is lovely this time of year," Strak mused. "But there's a problem, Casey. The board members you mentioned? They don't like loose threads. And you, my friend, are a very frayed piece of silk." Run Away, Scene 2 - Casey Flip, Johnathan Strak...

Casey didn't wait for "one." He spun on his heel and bolted toward the back of the alley, his sneakers squeaking against the wax. Behind him, he heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of Strak’s boots—a predator who knew the prey had nowhere left to go. Strak stopped five feet away

He tapped a small black device on his belt. Casey’s heart plummeted. He looked toward the exit, but the heavy steel doors were bolted from the outside. You told them I was coming

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.