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

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

"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...

"Run away, Casey," Strak whispered, almost tenderly. "Give me a reason to make this interesting. I’ll give you a ten-second head start." "You're late, Flip," Strak said, his voice a

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

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."

Strak tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his thin lips. He reached into his inner pocket, but instead of a passport, he pulled out a silver lighter. He flicked it open, the flame dancing in his dark eyes.

"Traffic’s a bitch when you’re avoiding the main roads," Casey shot back, trying to keep his knees from knocking. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a battered leather satchel. "I have the drive. Everything’s on it. The ledgers, the offshore accounts, the names of the board members who signed off on the 'cleanup.'"