Retirement

Numerous dead bodies gathered on his premise. The so-called agents that were hired for his security were worthless as of now. With an extra hole in their body, they lay down cold never to wake up ever again.

Maybe he should have listened to his Uncle's suggestion.

"Uncle Morgan do something... Please."

Johnny Walker, a rich blood whose unstable hormones took the better of him. Being born into a powerful family with numerous connections in the underworld, he relished the feeling of being above since birth.

What happens when you found yourself in the pit of depravity and nobody pushes you out toward the good?

You start enjoying it. The joyous feeling of doing something bad when nobody could make you pay. Johnny loved it.

A lawless man-child who does wantonly as he pleases, this was Johnny

And so he did, forcing himself upon a girl half his age he decided to accept his animalistic urge. After all who could even touch him? Uncle Morgan would take care of everything.

Or so he thought.

'Why why why WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?' Watching his walls of defense falling one by one he panicked. His unholy deeds were coming back to bite him slowly yet steadily.

Holed up in his penthouse Johnny and his secretary was watching the entire massacre play out through the CCTVs.

A man in a black suit marched towards them, like a reaper.

"Clara why is Uncle not calling back?" He asked his secretary. A woman unluckily assigned to a man like him. With the right proportions and a beautiful visage, she was hired to help him in every way.

"Young Master it seems our communication system has been jammed." Clara replied while juggling various ideas in her head. Unlike Johnny, she was rather a competent individual. Preferably why she was hired by Morgan.

"Damn it!!!" Johnny held his head in stress. The approaching tragedy is making his timbers shiver.

"Sir he has reached the third floor."

"Shut up woman"

'It is clear that the guards are of no use and Clara is not a fighter... Should I use her as a shield? What should I do??? Damn it!' He thought.

*Ring**Ring*

"It is Sir Morgan's Call." Clara notified.

"Hurry, give me the phone" Johnny snatched the phone in a brisk manner. Looks like he can walk out of here alive.

"Johnny."A rough and tired voice came out from the speaker. However, for Johnny, it sounded like music to his ears.

"Hello... Hello Uncle?"

"Yeah it is me, Johnny"

"Uncle, what the fuck are you doing? I am going to die over here. Do something." He shouted at the phone. In fear of ongoing retaliation, he was gradually losing his mind.

"Why were you unreachable up till now? A man in a suit is out there coming to kill me. He is in the building. Please help." Johnny cried for help. Every time he could get away without any repercussions then why is this happening to him now?

Johnny narrated the entire scenario detail by detail as if he was complaining like a child.

Clara watched him relay all the information while gloating inwardly. Johnny was surely not a happy company, he made her work complex instead.

'However, this guy looks familiar.'

She felt like she has seen the hitman somewhere... However, her chain of thoughts was broken by a sudden yell.

"Ohh, come on Uncle, that girl had a weak background. I got it checked by Clara."

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On the other side, Morgan was rushing toward his nephew in his Cadillac meanwhile using everything in his power to rectify the situation as soon as possible. He hoped to reach as soon as possible.

The thought of losing his blood relative just like that was frightening.

'How can such a thing happen so suddenly?'

The entire scenario was not a one-man skit. Jamming of Communication... The sudden emergence of pressure from past enemies... All these factors together were becoming an obstacle between him and Johnny.

"Johnny give the phone to Clara." He ordered his nephew to confirm his suspicions.

"Here take it and keep it on speaker." Johnny's voice rang out.

*Sigh*

"Clara."

"Yes Sir"

"Explain what's happening outside?"

"Affirmative sir. The Killer is on his way to the fourth floor as we speak. Dressed in a suit he is effortlessly decapitating our line of security. The lifts are blocked while extras are rushing to stop him or in this case slow him down. However, their efforts are for naught. It won't take long for him to reach us."

'Damn it.'

It has been almost a minute since they were able to make contact. And within that span, the killer has already cleared a floor. What was he? a killing machine???

From what morgan had heard up till now the enemy is highly proficient in the art of killing. Moreover, he is armored with sufficient weapons.

"Johnny that girl's background was not as simple as it seemed."

"What do you mean?" His nephew's voice rang out again but with a tinge of fear laced over it.

Morgan however chose to ignore his question. In this situation, it was useless to have banter with his good-for-nothing nephew.

"Clara prepare Johnny and yourself. A chopper is on the way to pick you both up. It will drop you near the continental."

"Yes Sir"

'Hopefully, it would reach on time.'

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"The Continental" x2

Both Johnny and Clara had a surprising response. Quite similar but with different meanings.

For Johnny, The Continental was a safe haven. He heard about it from his Uncle, a neutral ground. In his situation, it could become his life-saving grace.

"But the Continental... Clara, is the assailant the infamous Baba Yaga?"

"No, I have heard he took retirement some time ago after that I didn't pay much attention to him. However, please thank god that it is not him." She replied in an amusing yet serious manner. Because you know we all know what John Wick can actually do.

'But for sure I have seen this guy earlier.' Clara now had a fixed range of memories she needed to check.

A hitman or probably a mercenary looking around 27-28...

"Yes !!!" She remembered after all how can she forget the face of that man.

Clara quickly relayed the name of the assailant to Morgan via a message.

"Logan Griffith"

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"Shit" was Morgan's reply

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Say Aye Aye~

First chapter from me Captain Chonks.

Treat it gently.