Road Rage

"Eventually, yeah. But you're not going to be the one to do it."

Mako gave a little wave as she made her way past the bike, looking it over one last time and appreciating the detail. She'd considered trashing the thing just to put a cherry over it all, but now? Nah. This thing was fine art. It would be like taking a knife to the Mona Lisa.

"Later, baby." She gave his bike a slap on the ass, then hopped on her own, revving up. Devine did the same, but Stone paused for a moment and walked over, kneeling beside him. She picked up the phone and held it up. "He's in front of the rundown strip mall off Route 246." She said it plain, matter of fact, cold, and put the phone back down.

With that, the trio left John and drove off, leaving him to rot.