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Ines was sat on the curb outside, waiting for John to come back. "What did you find?" Ines questions, John holding up a phone. "I know where he is." John says causing Ines to smirk. "Well come on, we're getting my sister and your car back." Ines says as she pulls her keys from her car, walking ahead of the man.

"I'll drive." John says, the woman giving him a ferocious look. "I'm driving." She says as she opens the driver's door and steps in, John sighing and getting into the passenger's seat. Once the door closes, she starts her car and speeds down the street.

"Here." John says as Ines abruptly stops the car. She steps out the car and walks in, the dress she was wearing swayed with her as John grabbed her shoulder. "Not happening." He says. "Excuse me?" She questions. "You're gonna get hurt without this." He says as he throws his jacket towards her. "What's this?" She questions. "Bulletproof. You're not getting hurt on my watch." He says.

"Fine." She says as she goes back towards the car, at least she had more room for her weapons. She put two guns on one side of the jacket, another gun and knife on the other. She walked next to John into the club. "Did you really need that many weapons?" He questions. "Yes, now shut up." She says as she continues walking.

"Come on." He says as he leads her towards the lower levels. Ines admittedly was excited, after all the stories her father told her sister when she was little, she'd finally see him in action. "Let's split up." Ines says. "I don't think that's-" He stops as he sees the woman rushing away. "Damnit." John says as he grabs his gun.

Ines walked into a room; four men happened to be in said room. "Ah shit." She says as she grabs her gun, firing twice into one man's head, another 3 going into a man's knee, side, and throat. Two men ran towards her, she shot one in the head and another in the knee, the man screaming in pain as he fell.

All he could hear were the woman's heels clicking against the floor. "Where is Iosef?" She questions. "I'm not telling you shit." The man spits. Ines shot the back of his other knee, the man shouting once again. "That's strike two honey, one more and you're outta here." She says, a glare set on her face.

The man wasn't talking, Ines was quickly getting annoyed. "Fine." She says as she shoots him in the head, walking away from the scene. She was royally pissed off, not allowing anyone to stand in her way as she shot people without a second thought. These people stood in the way of getting her sister back and she was not tolerating it. 

"John!" She shouts as she finally notices the man who was walking towards her. She noticed a man with a gun walking behind John. She grabbed her knife and threw it at the man, hitting him in his forehead. John's eyes widened as he looked at the woman. "Hurry up, we could catch him today." She says as she turns and rushes off. 

John tried keeping up with her pace, hearing a gunshot, then three more. "Son of a bitch!" Ines shouts as she looks at her thigh, blood pouring down her leg. "Ines-" "I got it John." She says as she tears off a piece of her dress, tightly wrapping it around her thigh. "See, I got it." She says as she walks. John sighed and shook his head. 

Nicoleta was sat in the room, a small smirk on her face as she watched men rush around the room. "I told you they'd come." She says.

Ines walked down the hallway, a harsh glare on her face, but when she noticed John limping, she slowed down. "You alright?" She questions as she stood in front of him. "I think it'd be best if you drove." John states.

Ines smirked as she sped up, but the sound of gunfire rang through her ears. "And you said I wouldn't need any more weapons!" She exclaimed as she grabbed the gun from John's jacket pocket, rushing off towards the club.

She fired at one of the men coming at her with a knife, sweeping his legs out from under him. "John!" She shouts as she sees the man get thrown off the balcony. "Holy shit." She repeats until she makes it towards him. "Move." He says as he grabs his gun and fires at the man who tossed him over, but he missed.

She helped the man up, and they both limped out of the club together, keeping pressure on their wounds. Ines heard a ringing coming from John's pant pocket, she motioned for him to pick it up which he did. 

"Victor where the fuck are you?!" She heard a man exclaim in Russian, one voice she could only assume belonged to Iosef Tarasov. "Victor's dead." John says in English as he and Ines hobble along. "Everything's got a price." John says in Russian before throwing the phone on the concrete.

"Here." Ines says as she begins to shrug off the coat jacket. "You need it to keep your mystique." She states with a small smile. John and Ines untangle for a moment so John can put his jacket back on. The walk back to the continental was silent, Ines was thinking about Nicoleta, and John was thinking about revenge.

"Is there any type of fun activity around this god-awful place?" Nicoleta questions as she leans her head back. "And I need a pillow, this chair is hurting my neck." She says as she looks at the man in front of her.

"Would you shut up for a second?!" The man exclaims, Nicoleta smirking. "You seem on edge...good." She says as she leans her head back once again, groaning in frustration.

Ines and John walked back into the continental, Charon being at the desk as always. "Good evening, Mr. Wick, Ms. Perera." Charon says. "Good evening." The duo both say. "How may I be of service?" Charon questions. "Is the doctor in?" John questions. "Yes sir. 24/7." Charon replies.

"Send him up please." John requests. "Yes, sir." Charon replies. "How good is your laundry here?" Ines questions as she looks at John's white dress shirt. "I'm sorry to say that no one's that good." Charon says. "Worth a shot." Ines says as she tries to ignore the stinging in her leg. 

"May I suggest a drink sir, and ma'am." Charon says before the duo could walk away. "Bourbon, perhaps." Charon states. "That sounds perfect." John says as he and Ines officially walk away.

"I'm not getting checked up by a doctor." Ines says as she helps John to his room. "Your makeshift bandage isn't working, look at yourself." John says and this caused Ines to look down at her leg and notice the severe damage. 

"That fucker." She mutters under her breath as she sighs. "Fine." She says as she and John walk into his room, immediately being welcomed by the doctor. 

She watched as the doctor slowly patched up John, the stitchwork being down on his stomach at that moment. John went to pour himself a glass of bourbon, but when he saw the woman fiddling with the fabric of her dress, he decided it was best for her. 

"Hey." He says causing Ines to look up. "Here." He says, Ines smiling softly as she grabs the glass from him, a small smile being revealed from the man. "So, what sort of movement am I looking at?" John questions. 

"Well, if you're lookin' to heal...then keep it marginal." The doctor says as he looks up at John. Ines takes a sip from the glass. "However, if you still have business to attend to..." The doctor begins as he grabs an orange bottle of pills.

"Take two of these beforehand." He says as he hands the bottle over to John. "Your stitches'll tear, and you'll bleed...but you'll have full function." The doctor says as he stands up. "Do you need anything for the pain?" He questions. "No, I got that covered." John says as he holds up the bottle of bourbon.

"Ms. Perera, I assume you want this done with your father, correct?" The doctor questions, this causes Ines to flush. She always hated stitches, so whenever she got them done, she was either with Nicoleta or her father to distract her from the needle.

"You know me so well." She says as she stands up, taking the final sip from the glass. "Good night, John." She says as she places the glass on the table. "Good night, Ines." John replies as the woman and the doctor walk out of the room together.