Brendan leapt out of the submarine and stepped on the dock, his sniper threw over his shoulder. He started at the baseball stadium in front of him, then glanced at parking garages directly across from it and took off running. 

"You've got to be kidding."
"I'm serious Lexi." Jaime stared at Conway who was around five-hundred feet from him. Jaime answered the phone that was vibrating in his pocket. 
"Dad!"
"Take him out in to the street." Brendan's voice was quiet and rough, 
"But if I do, he'll kill me!"
"He'll definitely kill you, if you stay there. Now move!" 
"Fine." Jaime took off running. "Hey Conway! Catch me if you can! 
"Get back here brat!" Conway pulled out his gun and followed him. Jaime skidded to a stop and looked around. 
"Dad?"
"Stay still." Brendan positioned his sniper and looked through the scope. 
"Give it up kid! You're corned, it's over. Give me the phone." 
"No way!" 
"Fine, you leave me-" Conway dropped as a bullet pierced through his skull. Jaime snapped the phone shut as Jonas put a hand of his shoulder and grabbed the phone from Jaime. 
"Let's go kid, it's all over." Two guards pushed against Jaime making him walk forward when the phone rang. 
"Hello?" Jonas picked up the phone. 
"Hello Jonas."
"Brendan?"
"Mhm. Turn yourself in Jonas."
"For what?" 
"Trying to remove your name from stolen money. Now give the phone to my son." 
"Here." Jonas tossed the phone to Jaime. 
"Dad?" 
"Hey."
"Where are you?" Jaime looked around.
"Close. You need to head home." 
"Will you be there?" 
"Eventually. I'll be in D.C. For a little bit."
"So...when?"
"Soon son, soon."