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<br/>​</div>Willow vision was blurry and her breathing was shaky and labored. All around her all she heard was her fellow sisters getting brutally murdered by the men who were attacking them. She could see her own blood pool around her as black boots raced past her. How could she be blind-sided like this? She was one of the deadliest women in Ruska Roma. Her vision faded and everything went black.<br/><br/>Willow heard a faint voice as she awoke, staring up at a familiar ceiling. As soon as she relaized she was awake she shot up then screamed in pain as her stitches started pulling and bleeding. "See what you did..." said the Director with a chuckle. Willow looked at her 'Mother' with shock in her eyes. The older woman's hands were bound with bandages. The woman sat by her bedside.<br/><br/>Willow drew the covers back to see the multiple wounds she had in her torso were bandaged and now bleeding again. The pain started setting in and she crumpled back down into a laying position. She took slow breaths. "The others?" she managed weakly. "Dead my dear." the old woman said.<br/><br/>"All of them?"<br/>"Yes."<br/>"Who?"<br/>"The High Table."<br/><br/>Things went dark again.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>A 67' Chevy Camaro pulled up to the Continental, Willow opened the glove compartment pulling a handful of gold coins of out it's Cedar box, putting them into her purse.<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F72%2F21%2F41%2F7221413eb731fcc3f083f83de6907c8e.jpg&amp;hash=83a5a5d3975fc98e3a659f80e868031f" title="7221413eb731fcc3f083f83de6907c8e.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/>The red head stepped out her car, the valet taking her keys. The only bag had with her was her purse so she obviously was there on business only. She walked up to the counter with a smile, seeing a familiar face. "Hello Charon, I would like to see Winston." The bald man smiled at her "He's in the lounge...shall I announce you?"<br/><br/>"Sure."<br/><br/>She had a good rapport with Winston and Charon throughout the years of carrying out mission for The Director while staying at The Continental. Though Ruska Roma wasn't loyal to The High Table..they had an agreement..which ended. Being the eldest of the Ballerinas as Ruska Roma she helped raise the orphaned girls under the Director...so this was personal.<br/><br/>She could tell there had been some recent construction at the Hotel. Willow went down to the Lounge where she found Winston at his usual table. She smiled at him as she sat down. "Winston.." she said as a greeting.<br/><br/>"Willow..what a surprise." he said lighting a Cigar.<br/>"Where is John Wick?"<br/>"Dead."<br/>Willow raised an eyebrow, she knew Baba Yaga was not dead...he was the Boogeyman,. She grew up with him and The Director, she trained with him. The Director even called her "The Second Baba Yaga."<br/><br/>Winston chuckled "Bowery King is also dead." He looked her in the eyes, sending her a message that she quickly picked up on.<br/><br/>"I'm dead too, they took everything from me."<br/><br/>"What a shame." Winston sighed. " I'm sorry about your losses."<br/>He got up and kissed her hand before leaving.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2F66.media.tumblr.com%2F9895a6cb5073a8c9bec3095fd58a63d9%2Fcc67486ac137d90d-af%2Fs540x810%2Fcb8f92912e9c714c546d28eaeeb6e3cabaa876db.gifv&amp;hash=e4150db64ca1b108f1a46d3f66f39984" title="cb8f92912e9c714c546d28eaeeb6e3cabaa876db.gifv">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>After a few more favors Willow was able to find the Bowrey King's new Headquarters. She held her hands up as she walked through the tunnels with one of The King's henchmen to where they were hiding out. She walked into a big room where the walls were dingy and lined with guns and birds. The henchman had all of her weapons which she voluntarily gave up. As The King turned around he started laughing. "Give this woman her weapons back." She henchman looked at her then back to the king. "You think Mr. Wick is bad, you're lucky she didn't drop you on the spot."<br/><br/>Willow loaded her weapons back into their holsters and walked up to the Bowrey King. "Where's John?" she asked. She noticed that The Bowrey King looked severely beaten up and sliced up, scars covering him.