The Lyon family is basically assassin royalty, everyone knows you dont mess with them. They sit at the top of the business, if someone needs to disappear you go to them. Ruth Lyon was the first female born into the family in a hundred years she was...
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A motorcycle sped down the road, the rider looking back behind him as he heard the sound of crashing. As the driver continued a car came swerving out of the road the motorcycle had just been on. Inside two figures sat a man and a woman, the women grabbed a gun and leaned out the window firing one shot which took out the motorcycles tires.
She grinned triumphantly and looked to the man beside her, who smiled slightly at her before he punched the gas.
Meanwhile in a garage men and women ran around trying to pack up and make themselves scarce, their boss sat in his office nervously smoking his cigar.
His second in command entered the room
"Are you finished?"
"Almost."
Abram nodded and his second in command frowned considering whether or not to say his next words
"Sir, with all due respect, are you sure this is our best option? I mean, why can't we just correct the problem?"
Abram snorted "Because my nephew killed a dog. And he stole two cars.Cars, which currently are in our inventory."
"So we're packing it up for two cars?
"They're not just any cars. They are John and Ruth Wick's cars."
The second in command swallowed thickly "Oh."
Ruth whooped in glee as John rammed into another motorcycle, then she hopped uphanging out the window as they came up alongside the next one. She jumped landing on the back of the motorcycle, she shot the driver in the back and pushed them off quickly taking control.
"Sir, why don't we just give them back?"
Abram shook his head "They killed my nephew. My brother. And all of my men. Over cars. And a puppy.
"And you...You think he will stop now?"
Abram raised an eyebrow "Hmm?"
His second smiled "Sir, its two people. Why don't we just eliminate them?
Abram scoffed "John and Ruth Wick are people of focus...Commitment... And sheer will! He once killed three men in a bar..."
His second in command interrupted "With a pencil. I know. And she killed someone with a book.. I've heard the stories."
Abram nodded a look of disbelief on his face "With a book and a pencil! Who can do that? I can assure you that the stories you heard about this man and woman, if nothing else, have been watered down."
Ruth and John drove into the garage guns blazing it didnt take long to take down the men in the shop. They made their way to the office where they found Abram Tarasov
"Mr & Mrs.Wick."
They looked at him for a moment, before nodding politely, grabbing their keys they made their way back to their cars.
