@blackshadowed liked for a starter!!

        raindrops are trickling onto the rooftop of the church from the overhanging
        trees above it; rhythmic taps, soothing & tranquil. on the face of the structure,
        there’s an enormous stained glass mural of someone’s savior – not his, though.
        on either side of the admittedly impressive, beautiful artwork are windows
        matching in theme, smaller but no less a testament to the skill of it’s maker. 

        … and john wick crashes through the one on the left with glorious bravado!
        he lands on his side, a low, pained groan scratching out of his throat as he’s
        already moving to stand again, one hand planted on the ground for stability
        & the other reaching down to retrieve the glock 42 strapped to his ankle.
        a second blitzes by & he’s got the barrel aimed up to where he’d come
        out at, firing the instant he sees the shiny, pale head of a pursuer. 

        the bullet tears through his skull, blood painted abstract on the wall behind
        him. wick staggers up to both feet, quickly finding another target here outside
        & ready to pull the trigger. but he stops once he realizes who it is, speaking
        casually between labored breathes as he lowers the glock. 

               “zevran.”

        john introduces, unsurprisingly recognizing the other.

               “ working? “

        his finger is steady on the trigger, in the unfortunate case that zevran’s
        answer just happens to be ‘yes’ or anything to that effect.