It should have all worked out, John should have picked them up, given them some form of protection and tried to find out what exactly had many people after them.
It was what he had planned and it was what he believed would have worked, however, it didn't.
That night, John had a dream, a dream of everything that would happen on the following day. It was so real it hurt, Just thinking about it gave him a hollow empty feeling on anger and despair.
Everything about it was real, the pain, the sensation, the conversations, all of it.
In the dream, John went to the spot where they had promised to meet but was ambushed without finding a single clue as to where they were.
He easily dealt with the ambusher and tried asking questions but it didn't work. The man ended up getting away and John failed to gain the necessary information from them.