Garrett continued with his "research" without taking any real notice to the woman watching him. He took a picture here and a picture there to seem less suspicious and after twenty minutes or so he started walking towards the exit.

As he got out the waterdrops fell wildly and he almost started running across the street to get into his car. As he was in his car he withdrew the pictures in the camera to his laptop.

He stepped outside the car again and walked into an alley where he threw the camera into a container. As he turned around to walk to the car again three men stood in front of him each one of them holding a knife in their hand.

John lets out a low chuckle, as if he finds the statement as hilarious as anything else when shot back and asked of him. This is a man with nothing to lose, someone who has been stepped on and fucked over and beaten so that others can accomplish their goals. He's a long way past running, and he would never dream of it.
"Nah, luv. 'M resigned to me fate. The best 'o us 'r, at the end 'o it all. I don't mind so much, not anymore."
Sounding every bit like the masochist he's not (as while he accepts pain, he draws no pleasure from it), John polishes off his glass before getting a G'N'T to spice things up a bit. He studies her in silence, as if he knows she will have more questions. He's quite perceptive, smarter than given credit for. But since he often acts the fool, another strategist might see straight through his lazy facade.