Part 1

John Wick a man of focus, commitment, and of sheer will, entered the Red Circle. The club was aglow of white and blue light. Its sophisticated decor of large white couches that lined the far right wall. The tall wooden tables with beige colored chairs blended in with the club. All available space was filled with bodies laughing and dancing. A club waitress strode past John with a large bottle of champagne. There were mini sparkler fireworks attached to it. The tiny flying sparks helped part the sea of bodies out of the way as the waitress made her way through.

He grunts at the crass attention-getting display. John makes his way to the circular shaped bar. He finds a suitable spot at the end of the bar which gives him a clear view of the main section of the club. He was working, but to anyone else who saw him, he was just another patron of the well to do establishment. His assignment was to kill a contact and his source. The manifest stated the two would be meeting tonight at this location.

The contacts name is Nathan Volskof. He is an international arms dealer for the Wata Family. The Wata Family is one of three of the most powerful underworld families in the world. Ada Imani Wata who is the current leader and has ruled over it for the last 10 years was well known for being an unforgiving boss. So when word got back that Volskof was selling some of the advanced weaponry on the side and undercutting Ada. John received the call.

John memorized the picture of Volskof face, but he still had no information on the identity of the source. It could be anyone. They could be here already as far as he knew. He didn't like loose ends as they always end up causing problems for him. None of his contacts within the Organization could find anything. This source it seems was a ghost.

He leans against the bar resting his arm atop the dark counter. His fine black Italian suit sliding effortlessly over his two shoulder harnessed weapons.

"What can I get you to drink sir?"

"Bourbon...neat," John said. His gruff edgy voice catching the bartender off guard for a moment.

"Right away sir," he croaked as he rushed away. He was used to people feeling intimidated around him. It was part of his job. He saved his affable demeanor for other occasions.

Ignoring the interaction with the frighten bartender. John continued to scan the crowds. His eyes reading the body language of the patrons. He was looking for anyone who seemed out of place or nervous. He was pulled from his search by the bartender returning with his drink. Still, appearing a bit shook the bartender placed the drink down carefully "Would you like to start a tab, sir?" he asked.

John scanned the bartender's young face. The fretful expression still showing as the young man chewed on his bottom lip. "No that won't be necessary," John stated.

John hoped it wouldn't as he didn't want to drink while working. The drink was just a small cover to allow him to blend in with his surroundings. Taking a seat in the bar chair, he catches a glimpse of a woman across the bar. She was smiling brightly as a possible suitor chatted with her. John didn't remember seeing her when he walked in because she would be hard to miss. The bright light blue lights at the bar made her pecan colored skin appear almost umber. Her skin glowed against the crimson lace dress she wore. It had a deep plunging neckline that showcased the fullness of her firm breasts. Her face was beautiful. Her full nose, wide-set eyes and plush lips only enhanced her elegance. He watched as she leans away from him her beautiful smile now flat. She faced the bar grabbing her drink, taking a few small sips. Raising her tumbler for another sip, she stops mid-motion. He can see her glancing around the bar till her eyes land on him. He knows his gaze is intense and for many, it's quite off-putting. But it doesn't seem to faze her as she lifts her glass towards him in a celebratory manner.

Heat flowed up his neck at being caught like some adolescent teen staring. He was thankful at that moment for the low lighting. He nodded his head and lifted his glass also before downing the whole drink in one gulp. John could see the look of indifference cross her face at his action. She didn't turn away from him but instead began to stare as well before her attention was once again pulled back to her company. Turning away from the scene. He internally chiding himself Johns returns his focus to the mission. Five minutes into his recovery from the embarrassing encounter. A brunette who looked to be struggling as she made her way to the bar approached him

"Hi, is this seat taken?" she greeted.

Leaning back in his seat he notes the other empty chairs at the bar. Not wanting to draw attention "No. Be my guest."

"Thank you. My feet were killing me out there," she said planting herself in the empty chair. The tall brunette was attractive with her green eyes and dark hair, but John wasn't going to let another beautiful woman distract him.

"Sure."

"So do you wanna buy me a drink?"

Picking up on her working girl etiquette John faces forward in his chair before muttering under his breath "Not interested."

"Are you sure?" she purred. She played with a strand of her dark hair twirling it around her finger. She raised her heeled foot sliding it up and down his calf. John pulled his leg back as she was close to exposing his pistol strapped to his ankle.

"I'm not interested."

"Fine. Your loss," she huffed climbing out of the chair and storming off. He watched her go noticing that she was walking without any trouble at the moment. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small cell phone. She pressed one number then placed the phone to her ear. John watched as she turned her head slightly her vision drifting over the club. Reading her lips, he deciphered the words 'Can't meet.'

Rising from his chair, John was ready to intercept the brunette until she saw him. She rushed towards the front of the club barreling her way through the two burly security guards at the door.

Quickly looking around for anyone on their phone. Out of all in the club, there was only one person on the phone. The beautiful lady in red.