An hour. That's all he got. Sixty minutes and not one more.
"Winston... Tell them. Tell them all... Whoever comes, whoever it will be... I will kill them. I will kill them all."
"Of course you'll do!" the older man looked at him smiling. Earlier that moment he gave him a Signum with a bloody fingerprint. Just in case. Apart from the rules, that made him put John excommunicado, they were still good friends.
They knew each other since the very beginning.
Wick had no choice, he had to be prepared for everything, for every shadow that will wait for him around every corner willing to kill him and earn the amount of money that's offered for his death.
He knew where to go, he knew places he could get the last bits of help that could be offered to him. He knew in which place he'll get the appropriate amount of weapons. But the one thing he didn't knew was what to do with that sad face that was now running right next to him by his legs. His pitbull was probably wondering what was going on right now and where they were running so fast. John decided, that once more, he'll give him "for safekeeping" to Charon, the concierge from New York's Continental. Charon had the softest heart for animals you could ever possibly imagine. The Dog will be in great hands.
Overall Charon wasn't quite happy about babysitting John's dog once again, but the smiling face of the pitbull softened his heart.
"He still doesn't have a name, does he?" he asked.
"Just call him Dog" John said in reply "stay!" he patted Dog's head. His pitbull softly whined.
"Will you come and get him, later?" The Concierge slided his glasses to the tip of his nose.
"You should know that I can't make this promise."
Wick gave the man two gold coins and ran out of the Continental building. There were only forty-five minutes left and all he did was dropping off the dog.
He sat in a room at the end of the town. He was waiting for Aurelio, who was supposed to drive him to the airport and then drop him safely to London. Last twenty minutes. Were they enough to arrive at the airport and board a private jet?
He had to run out of this city, it was the only thing he was certain about. Most of his colleagues were nearby London. So he had a chance of surviving. He counted on their help, but he knew that he himself was the only one person he could fully count on.
Well, we all will see how this all ends.