Pepe stood up, pulling his worn leather jacket tight around his frame. He dropped a crumpled five-dollar bill on the table to cover the coffee.
"Then take the deal," she pressed, tapping the envelope with a manicured fingernail. "It's a simple retrieval. In and out. By tomorrow morning, the frog everyone is looking for ceases to exist, and a quiet gentleman named Peter starts a new life in the mountains." Pepe - What You Want
He looked out the window. A lone figure in a dark trench coat was standing across the street, motionless under an umbrella. They were being watched. They were always being watched. Pepe stood up, pulling his worn leather jacket
He turned and walked toward the door, the bell chiming softly as he stepped out into the pouring rain. The figure across the street shifted, tracking his movement. Pepe didn't run. He didn't hide his face. He simply walked down the sidewalk, stepping under the glow of the next streetlamp. For the first time in a very long time, he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be free on his own terms, and he was finally ready to fight for it. "It's a simple retrieval
"No," Pepe said, looking down at her. "That's what you want. I'm done playing the game."
"What are you doing?" Clara's voice dropped an octave, the artificial warmth instantly evaporating. "This is the only way out."