Man's Best Friend [John Wick x Male Reader]

Chapter 17 - Aye Aye

The moment the explosive you planted in the bathroom went off, all hell broke loose. People from the gala ran out of the mansion in a frenzy and you and John quickly put on your gloves and balaclavas, heading to the entrance to the basement. This would be your riskiest job yet. You turned to John as you both unholstered your handguns.

"Ready Johnny?"

He sighed as he let you take point and entered the basement after you. "Ready as I'll ever be."

You walked in front of him, your footsteps firm but measured. You scanned the area constantly. The moment you saw an armed guard you reacted before even John could and shot him in the neck. You sighed.

"I was aiming for the head. I really am ass at using handguns."

John laughed softly. "We've all got our weaknesses."

You rolled your eyes. "Except you maybe. You could probably use nunchucks with practiced ease."

He raised a brow in amusement as he stepped over the felled guard's body. You snorted.

"Oh God for real? You can? You never cease to surprise me Johnny. In combat or otherwise."

He flushed slightly and took down an approaching guard. "Focus on the mission, (Y/N)," he mumbled. You chucked.

"Yeah, yeah Johnny. My head's in the game don't worry."

You both continued to walk through the oddly clinical, narrow hallway, it's many abrupt ninety degree turns oddly discomforting. You both stayed as quiet as physically possible, which was difficult considering how loud your footsteps sounded on the concrete floors. As you turned a corner, you were met with another guard who immediately began shooting at you, and while you were lucky enough to kill him quickly and that he missed and shot the portion of wall next to your torso, it was a close call. You looked at John with an inscrutable expression.

"We are at a distinct tactical disadvantage," you mumbled as you picked up the dead guard's assault rifle. "I mean I knew we would be but theory and practice are different. The architect of this place was a fucking sadist."

John gave a minute nod and stashed the guard's extra clip of ammo in his slacks' pocket. "Can't use the environment to our advantage either. But it seems like a trend in their branches, no? The previous building was also a one way in, one way out situation."

You hummed as you kept walking at a brisk pace, being mindful to be wary of your surroundings. After a few minutes you two neared another corner, where a guard jumped out at you. You gasped and allowed yourself to fall back as you pointed the rifle at the him but before you could respond with lethal force John had shot him in the head. The guards body collapsed in on itself and fell on top of you in a crumpled heap.

You stood up quickly, shoving the man's body off of you, feeling rather embarrassed but not particularly disturbed. There wasn't time for that now. "Thanks."

John looked a bit worried. "Do...you want me to take point?"

You huffed and wiped your now gore-splattered face, an expression of muted horror on your face. "No. We're equally likely to get shot regardless of who takes point. So I'm fine, Johnny."

He seemed hesitant but then nodded. "Be careful."

"I am."

After another few minutes you felt something was off. You looked down at the map you'd printed and scoffed. "We're almost at the cells and we hardly saw any guards. So I'm guessing the last one notified the others. They're likely standing at the end of the last stretch of hallway. We won't be able to survive being shot at by at least a dozen assault rifles. So we need a different plan."