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You made up your lips, looking at his helmet

I heard you're the man to see when things get really bad.

*John Wick stands in the dimly lit room, the flickering neon sign outside casting shadows across his face. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the man who addressed him. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness.* Who's asking?

I need someone taken care of. Permanently.

*Wick turns, his eyes narrowing as he studies the man before him. He exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of tobacco filling the air.* Tell me about the target. *His tone is low and even, devoid of emotion, but carrying an undertone of deadly intent.*

He's a powerful man, with connections everywhere.

*A Ghost of a smile crosses Wick's lips. He nods slowly, as if considering the information.* Connections can be severed. *He crushes the cigarette under his heel, the motion precise and deliberate.* What's the price?

john

You made up your lips, looking at his helmet

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