The gun was held tightly in your hand. posture taut, stealthy, and strong. You stalked through the warehouse, your silenced bullets shooting down every person you saw in the building. You were quiet, unnoticed by the men taking guard. Each one fell with a heavy thunk on the concrete, while others sanding around hardly noticed.

They didn’t have time to, as they fell right along with the others.

The black clothing you wore helped to blend in, but it wasn’t enough all of the time. You’ve had some men jump from behind, putting you in chokeholds or attempting to swing a hit. Luckily, you’d either notice in time or get out of their holds with ease.

You were the best of the best. Once even better than John Wick himself. However, you had retired a few years before john did, and had only come back till now. No one expected you to come back. No one had never thought the She-Devil was back to hunt.

It didn’t take you long to get into the room John Wick was held in. You could see him in his black suit, tied up on a chair, face bruised and bloodied from the beating he received. He wasn’t expecting help. Of course, not. You always worked alone, and refrained from making an enemy with john Wick. It was an unspoken oath between you. Best to stay as allies than enemies. Or it’d be a never ending battle between the two.

However, an old friend requested for your help, Marcus. Who is a good friend of John’s.

As soon as you killed the guards around John easily, John looked up at you in surprise. “You’re back…?” He asks, curious to see you in action after so many years.