The Continental of New York, a proud hotel and safe haven for every would-be assassin in the world for over a century, or at least, the establishment once was. Until the ex-communication of one John Wick started a climatic snowball effect that set the whole world ablaze. Years later, when this all said and done, people would still marvel that this began with the death of a single dog. But currently, we are dealing with the here and now.
The once Elysium for mercenaries had now turned into a graveyard of bodies and fallen weapons. Dozens of corpses stained the hotel ground floor in blood from both Continental and High Table alike, so mangled that they could hardly be recognized. And in this graveyard, Baba Yaga remained the sole survivor, beaten, bloody and tired. Still, the veteran assassin stuck to his task, searching amongst the corpses for a viable weapon to use against Zero and his shinobi.
However, while he was getting a weapon, someone else readied his. Because through the scope of a Blaser R93 Sniper Rifle, Jason Bourne was aiming. While the former Treadstone agent had decided to retire from his life of killing, he had almost always maintained a close eye on the hidden underworld of criminal organizations and government agencies. Both Treadstone and Blackbriar had prided themselves on their secrecy and innovation regarding assassination.
Yet even they couldn't deny the skill of death's emissary, contacting on occasion to do the dirty work that not even he would be capable of. Nevertheless, John was just a nonentity in the grand scheme, especially since he had retired before Bourne gained his dissociative amnesia. However, now that John had resurfaced, leaving behind literal hundreds of bodies in only a few short weeks he's been back, things have changed.
His recent killing of Gianna D Antonio is the thing that sealed it for him. Whoever Wick was working for was dangerously asserting power in the underworld, which means that Wick was too dangerous to keep alive and had to die.
So using every trick in his arsenal Bourne was able to track the assassin towards the Continental, all while unknowing facing the barrel of his gun. With almost superhuman precision and analysis, Jason looked at John, grabbing all the information he could while readying his perfect kill shot.
"Six feet, one inch. One hundred eighty-five pounds. Ambidextrous. Wind approximately eight and three tenths per hour, distance precisely fifty meters." he thought coldly while adjusting his rifle with each new bit of information.
Once John came into view, attempting to walk towards yet another dead High Table member, Bourne aimed directly to his exposed cranium. In any other scenario, this would've been the end for any other opponent, except for John Wick. Across his short return from retirement, Wick had slowly started to get back into the "swing" of things, honing his sense and situational awareness unconsciously.
So much so that all it took was one glance from a loose visor of a High Table member to grasp the situation. In a mix of peaked adrenaline, fast-moving instinct, and sheer luck, John Wick moved back, protecting his body just enough to have his body armor tank the shot. Waves of pain shot through Wick's body as the stitches on his shoulder nearly opened up from sheer force alone.
Still, he grit his teeth, quickly getting up while trying to grab both the visor and helmet to protect his head. Being one step ahead, Bourne intercepted him, shooting the helmet in an attempt to block it. However, Wick predicted it, kicking the helmet towards the main help desk of the hotel while grabbing a rifle without looking. Several shots only barely missed John as he dove into the help desk. Bourne kept his rifle steady, waiting for any tell or peak that would allow him to keep up the pressure.
Meanwhile, John analyzed his current arsenal, a bulletproof helmet, and a Kimber Warrior. He took the visor off in a bit of unplanned ingenuity and curved it just enough to get a visual on Bourne. Once again, a sniper shot deflected the visor, but one glance was all he needed. A Kimber has a shot range of about three hundred yards, about two hundred seventy-four meters. At this distance in the hands of a master marksman, it was like shooting fish in a barrel.
With the sniper position in mind, Wick fired barely, giving Bourne enough time to take cover. Realizing he could do no more here, Jason decided to move in, rapidly descending the rooftop and moving into the Continental itself in seconds. In the small horde of dead bodies, Bourne took a Glock 19 Gen 2 handgun and Glock 17 Gen 3, respectively.
He didn't bother looking towards the help desk, knowing he was already gone. Which means all he had to do was try and not become the hunted. The dark green lights added a palpable atmosphere of tension, knowing full well that every inch forward was unknown territory. He immediately surveyed the exits like a human calculator along with vantage points and rifles. Keeping all this in mind, Bourne made his counter plan.
Once Bourne willingly put himself into position, a hungry Wick couldn't help but respond, attempting to renter from behind a pillar while armed with his reloaded Kimber. However, Bourne predicted this interrupting his fire and aim by throwing a nearby soldier flashlight. That split second was all Jason needed to take cover between the best armor he could find, a High Table guard.
Enhanced strength paid off immensely as in an all-out blitzkrieg towards Wick. Every shot from John only seemed to delay the inevitable as Bourne kept going. He kept up the suppressing fire along the way, firing his sidearms at various angles while maintaining peak accuracy. This forced Wick on the defensive until they got within close range.
In here, Bourne threw the dead body at John, attempting to trip him up just enough for a headshot. However, Baba Yaga instantly reacted back, throwing his now empty Kimber at Jason's face, staggering him just enough for John to throw the human shield right back at him! The ex-Treadstone agent had his strategy thrown back at him as this gave John the opening to get into grappling.
Sheer speed and technique mixed perfectly as he managed to disarm Bourne's Glock 19. Bourne tried to aim his Glock 17, but Wick kept up the pressure, grabbing his arm and keeping together. From there, the two soldiers looked each other dead in the eyes. Inhuman apathy met superhuman will as their eyes met, determined to snuff the other's flame at any cost.
John's grappling and speed made Bourne's feet unsteady, but either way, he was now at a disadvantage. CQC was Jason's specialty. Once again, enhanced strength played its part as John's grip loosened. Thus like a mad bull, Wick struggled, jerking wildly and trying to gain distance. In a split second, Jason's headbutt and John's kick to the groin let the two combatants separate violently, unfortunately disarming both.
Wick staggered towards the Continental bar table, seeing stars while Bourne winced his way to try and finish this with his bare hands. However, if Jason was a master at h2h, Baba Yaga was a master with any weapon. Bourne tried to close in with a reverse naked choke. Wick retaliated instantly with a very different arm in hand.
The former CIA agent got instantly pushed back, adamantly trying to continue the fight, but he hesitated upon checking his injuries. Because on his right hand was a blue pen amid a large gash. Deja vu started to take over both fighters as Wick managed to pull a pencil from the bar. Both fighters readied their new weapons, hungry to finish this last round.
Like apex wolves, the two analyzed each other one last time, pouring all they had in one desperate blitzkrieg! Ballpoint and number two might as well have been serrated machetes in their hands as dozens of near misses and deflections got unleashed. Nonetheless, Wick was the one to get first blood, shoving Bourne right over a dead body to trip him over. He tried using the table to steady himself, but that gave Wick enough time to aim his pencil straight at his throat.
Instinctively Bourne blocked him with the only thing within reach: a coaster. In one fluid motion, Bourne disarmed John and tried to aim his pen at his neck. John grabbed his arm with all of his strength, interrupting the attack just enough. Before Bourne could strike back, John messed up his footing using a shocking hybrid of Jijustu and judo to trip him up just enough for John to flip Jason over.
Now the pen was in Wick's hands, hovering dangerously close over his right eye. Once again, steely eyes contrasted with their shaking hands, adamant in their struggle to the bitter end. John started to palm strike the pen with his free hand, hoping to gain an inch and loosen his grip enough for Jason to fall. However, John was too patient, too focused on the kill to notice that Bourne's coaster was still in range.
Bourne grabbed the coaster and smacked John upside the temple at blinding speed. This allowed him to kick him in the face and roll back. John tried to recover and regain his distance, but Jason won't let him happen again. Bourne hit John with the hardest left hook he can muster to John's blindspot in the most brutal of efficiency. Even with his high pain tolerance, even Baba Yaga had to relent, giving Bourne the time to wedge the coaster in his mouth.
John's eyes blurred, weakly trying to fight as he felt his jaw dislocate from Bourne's added haymakers towards the coaster, pushing it in deeper into Wick's body. He tried to struggle with all his might but, all it took was a final elbow to Wick's neck to end things. Almost shockingly, John's body went limp fast, the light in his eyes quickly dying out. Even though his jaw got broken, the former assassin could give out two last words.
"I'm … sorry,' he said remorsefully.
Those lines weren't for Bourne, though, but more so for his wife, Helen. He wanted to keep on living for her. But now, he would die for her.