Reunion

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Raheem zoomed through the door and swerved. He looked at the car and saw that it was John. He turned around and followed right behind him.

He got on the side and raised his visor up. John saw him and nodded his head. He gestured for him to flank the motorcycle. Raheem slammed his visor down and pulled hard towards the left.

The motorcycle called for backup, and two more showed up. They weaved in between each other and then split. Raheem rounded the corner and went after the first one he saw. He sped up and quickly caught up to the rider.

The rider reached for the sub machine gun and tried to fire it at Raheem. The gun seemingly jammed. Raheem stopped the gun from firing. He didn't know what exactly he was looking for, but he knew the guy needed to be stopped.

He zoomed in and delivered a quick punch to his arm.

*crack*

The guys arm bent inwards with the bone sticking out. He swerved and crashed. Raheem ignored the spectators and ran over to him. The guy was reaching for his side arm, but Raheem stopped him.

"I want you to think hard about that. With one punch, I broke your arm, and that was only a tap from me. Tell me everything you know." The man spilled everything to him. He even told him about the time when he stole candy out from a kid.

Raheem knocked him out and told someone to call an ambulance. He headed over to the hideout, and he figured John would already be heading over there. He wasn't even a block away when he heard gunfire. He reached for his pistol and put the stun ammo he bought from the shop in.

*Skirt*

He came to a stop and fired four times in succession. The four guys dropped like sacks of potatoes. Raheem got off of his bike and shot the sniper. The sniper fell forward and started to fall towards the ground. Raheem used pressure to cushion his fall. He slowly took care of everyone on the outside. John was causing a huge ruckus on the inside.

He had just stepped in to see John break off the door of his car. 'Seriously, I think I know why my bikes are always getting totaled.' Raheem thought John was responsible. He sighed and took care of the other people around.

"Hey! Take care of the big guy." Raheem heard John yell at him. Raheem turned around and saw a man who stood at the very least 7'3. The man grunted and took out a bowie knife. He charged at him. Raheem calmly walked and put his pistol away.

The man reared back and stabbed downwards. He aimed for Raheem's neck.

*Thunk* *Shatter*

The knife didn't even leave a mark on his skin. Instead, it broke into tiny pieces. Before the man could react, he liver punched him. The man keeled over, and the last thing he saw was a knee going straight for his face.

The man dropped. John came down from the office. "We good?" Raheem asked him.

"We're good." John replied.

Raheem walked over and shook his hand. "Perfect, let's go. Oh, and by the way, where is my sword?" John got into his car. Raheem followed behind him. John stopped by the car he was driving before and got out. Raheem shuttered at the sight of it. 'Poor car.' He rubbed his bike. 'Don't worry. I would never put you through so much pain...at least not on purpose.'

John reached in and tossed the sword to Raheem. Raheem caught it and seamlessly put it on his back. He got off and drew it. He realized that it was now too weak for him to use. The materials and enhancements still worked perfectly fine, but his strength had crossed a threshold where it could no longer handle it anymore.

He sheathed it again and tossed it back to John. "Keep it. I can't use it anymore." John didn't say no because by now, he realized this was a one of a kind sword! He nodded and put it back in his car. Raheem gave him his number. "Call me if you ever need help."

Raheem drove and went to the library. He still needed to learn everything about this world. The wars, politics, important locations, the animals, and even the bedtime stories. He realized that every story ever told had some type of truth hidden in it somewhere. He also wanted to learn about all of the cryptids.

Three days later.

Raheem was sitting in his room at the continental when the phone rang. He picked it up and waited for the person on the other side to speak.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith John Wick and the owner seek your presence down in the lounge."

"Ok, tell them I will be there shortly."

Raheem got dressed in a suit. It came with a black jacket, a dark maroon shirt, black pants, and a gray tie. He buttoned it up and left the room.

Fifteen minutes before the call.

John was covered in new cuts and bruises. His house had just gotten blown up. The last place his wife was healthy and happy.

"Johnathan, what did you expect to happen, huh? He has a mark, and you know what that entails. I can't believe you even gave him one."

"He blew up my house. Winston. He has to pay." John was trembling with rage.

"Johnathan, do whatever he wants, and then you will be free to do whatever you want."

"I don't think you realize what it is he wants me to do."

"Exactly, and I want it to stay that way. If you don't think you are up to the task, just ask your protégé for help. He has been here for the past few days."

"He isn't my protégé and he shouldn't get involved."

"Well, that's too bad. Here he comes now."

Present Time

Winston stood up and gestured his glass at Raheem. "Evening Jude, I will leave you and dear Johnathan to discuss his current situation." Raheem smiled and took a seat across from John.

"Damn John, every time we meet, you are covered in wounds." He ordered two whiskeys. John sighed and clicked his glass against his. He swallowed every drop in one go.

"Now that you are more relaxed, tell me how I can help." Raheem was still sipping his whiskey as he waited for John to talk. John ordered another whiskey and told him what had happened.

Raheem whistled in response. "So now you have to do this mission? If you don't, then the high table will come to kill you?" "That is about the gist of things."

Raheem sat his glass down on the table. He moved his finger around the brim of his glass, lost in thought. 'This high table has been around for centuries. They have been influencing history to make it fit their way. They are a pain in the ass. I should take care of them. It would give me some experience in dealing with my own pain in the ass organization.'

"John, I will help you out. I'm interested in meeting the high table. By doing this mission, I can get into contact with them."

John didn't ask him why he wanted to meet them. He was just happy to have some help.

"Ok, the job is in Rome. We can get there in a day or two."

"I'm going to meet you there. I have some errands to run first." He finished his drink and left. He got back to his room and disabled his security measures.

"Door." He stepped through the other side and was in his bedroom. He did not expect to see two people in robes snooping around. He didn't give them a chance and directly knocked them out. They both had a tattoo of some sort on their hands.

Raheem dragged them by their hoods and brought them downstairs. Everyone was sitting and eating dinner. They looked up and saw Raheem dragging two people. Tatiana and Frank immediately stood up and left to check the perimeter. Stiles left to check on the shed and the greenhouse.

"Peter, take Derek and Scott to go hunting. I want every person you don't recognize photos and DNA. Do not kill them and move quietly." Peter smiled and left with the boys. Scott had a worried expression on his face.

Tatiana and Frank came back with grim expressions.

"Save it. You can tell me later. Right now I want you both to treat our guest with best hospitality we can offer." Tatiana didn't smile but took them downstairs to the basement. Frank followed her.

"Blake take Samantha to the meditation room. Sasha you go with them to." Blake nodded his head and started to move. Raheem left the room. Samantha complained about wanting to help and how she had powers.

Blake and Sasha was trying to talk her way out of it. She wasn't having it and went chasing after Raheem. Raheem was pissed. He could only think about what could have happened.

"Wait for me Rah-" Sammy stopped in tracks. The feeling she got from Raheem was terrifying. It was like she frozen and burning at the same time. Raheem turned around and his eyes were silvery purple. The center was slit like a cat's and his fangs were showing in full view. Blake and Sasha ran out and pulled her closer to them.

Stiles jumped through the window. Raheem turned around and left for the basement. Stiles patted them on their shoulders. "You can all relax. He is just upset, he didn't mean to scare you." He followed him after saying those words.