he can smell the death that clings so tightly to the man, though he keeps that thought to himself. it is the main thing that propels his feet into motion. this man is a killer. it’s enough to put every one of the alpha’s nerves on edge.
john is a man that considers himself a realist. considering the other is a bit of a titan of a man, wick knows that he’d likely be overpowered should it come down to a hand-to-hand confrontation. which is why he’ll go for the gut first. with a bullet. then the skull with another.
if the circumstance crops up, that is.
once they round a corner, they’re face to face with a handful of men sporting ski masks and AR15s.
john’s pistol shifts, movement exact & precise like a machine. one trigger pull, & another – two of the men drop, holes clean through their skull. john rushes the third & utilizes narrow hall to keep the long barreled rifle from maneuvering effectively. he throws his arm up against the rifle, throwing it off aim as it fires, the recoil making john’s assailant lose his steady grip on the weapon. two shots ring out from john’s second handgun, punching through the man’s stomach.
