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

The fluorescent lights of the deserted bowling alley hummed with a low-frequency dread. Casey Flip leaned against a chipped ball return, his fingers tracing the jagged edge of a neon-pink 12-pounder. He wasn’t there for a game; he was waiting for the one man who could either get him out of the state or put him in the ground.

"You're late, Flip," Strak said, his voice a gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in Casey’s marrow. Run Away, Scene 2 - Casey Flip, Johnathan Strak...

Strak took a step closer, the lighter’s flame reflecting in the polished wood of the floor. "That’s the thing about 'auto-uploads,' Casey. They require a signal. And I brought a jammer." The fluorescent lights of the deserted bowling alley

The air in the alley turned ice-cold. Casey gripped the satchel tighter. "If anything happens to me, the drive auto-uploads to the feds in sixty minutes. You kill me, you kill your employers." "You're late, Flip," Strak said, his voice a

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."