hands raise in surrender, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“i don’t recommend pulling the trigger. won’t end the way you think.”
“maybe.”
a low, rough note as a reply. john isn’t curious, nor intimidated. one hand drops from the sig p226, his gaze & aim still steady on the unfamiliar face as he reaches for the holster positioned at the small of his back. pulling glock 18 free, he aims down the hall just to keep all his bases covered. while he does take his eye off the man for a brief moment, john wick’s peripheral vision is superb.
