I trust my gut, there's something off about this guy. I eye him suspiciously and back away slowly. I shove my hands in the pockets of my jacket with the bottles of vax instinctively.
"I don't know what you're talking about man."
"Look, our mutual friend told me you were the guy to see for vaxes. Do you make them or not?" He asks forcefully.
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I turn around abruptly to leave.
"Hey!"
He grabs my arm, pulling it out of the jacket pocket and letting a couple bottles tumble out. One shatters as it hits the pavement, but the other one bouces and rolls off somewhere. I have no time to think about it, this situation is trouble, I have to get out of here. I shake him off as he's distracted by the bottles and I make a break for it.
I get home, and I try to shake off the sketchy encounter. I call our mutual friend to ask what was up with that guy and why he even wanted to meet in the first place. His phone diverts me to voicemail though. Weird, he never lets my calls bounce. As soon as I hang up, I get a text from him.
Police know.
My adrenaline spikes and I start stuffing clothes, money, vaccines into a duffel bag. I hear sirens in the distance, they're closing in soon.
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My secret's out. I need to hide. Or should I try to run?