Chapter 8. John Wick.

Yep, I was down with Resource gathering, intelligence increases and now it was time for organization building. And what better way to begin an illicit organisation than in john wick, where the fuckin criminals had Their own damned government. And the jump perks were also worth mentioning. Granted the Sherlock Holmes jump had quite a lot of perks related to that. But, John Wick let's me set up a basic Neutral Zone in any major city in any world I travel to around five hundred Hotels minimum. It says every major city, so I'm assuming it counts of the city has a population over one million people. And the Titan perk tree alone is worth it.

There is also the fact that the world isn't all that dangerous to me and gave access to a literal jump fiat get away with murder Perk in I'd like to book a table. I'd get the Sherlock perks some time later, I still had forty five jumps at minimum left. For now John Wick it is.

I had a really hard time choosing between the God and Titan perk lines, both were good but titan let me have a literal enforced neutrality which meant a lot. However this particular jump meant I'd be dipping into my Banked CP funds quite heavily.

And as usual the minute I finished choosing up my Jump Doc I'm at Jump-Chans desk.

"Hello, Dorian, going to the world of Civilized Crime are we, that world is actually quite unique within organized criminal world's you'll have fun there." She says chirpily.

"Yep, however it doesn't mention when the default insertion is. Or any Scenario Missions."

"The default insert happens right as John Wicks Dog is being killed, literally the same minute. Also for Scenarios, let's see it's a no risk world also no much to do so let's say 250 CP if you undermine and sidestep the plot of the First three Movies all together. It'll be a small challenge to manage before he goes on his rampage, the first three movies happen in what a couple weeks at most. youll have to stay a decade though."

"Accepted."

John Wick Jump Build:-

Beginning CP:- 1200.

Origin:- Titan, Age 30.

Perks:-

Oh. 100.

Reputation is a wonderful thing, isn't it? And yours is greater than most. All your deeds,

adventures and achievements, good or bad, take a sort of mythical, possibly nightmarish status, told and retold repeatedly.

They permeate to the extent that just about anyone in the biz has heard at least something of you. It will never be anything that reveals your exact powers or weaknesses, but it's enough that as soon asthey realize who you are, they just go 'Oh'.

Focus, commitment and Sheer Will. 400.

As good as you are, it's almost impossible for eventhe fastest, strongest of people to completely avoid injury when they take part in intense combat.And such injuries can easily slow them down, keep them from fulfilling what they want to do. Not

you, though. You have a sort of absolute, all-consuming drive, which keeps you from succumbing toanything less than utterly debilitating, keeping yourself going through sheer will.

It's not that you don't feel or acknowledge things. Pain, injury, everything is detected, but you findyourself 'detached' from all that, remaining entirely functional until either your objective is achieved or you simply cannot function.

The High table. 200.

Ah, the high table. The worldwide alliance of criminal organizations that acts so very much like a state unto itself, making its own rules and administering them with ruthless efficiency. Acquiring a seat here is the dream of any good criminal. A dream that you have fulfilled, as of now. You are a member of the High Table now, leading a vast criminal organization as powerful as any megacorp. You have the skills to remain here, being ruthlessly efficient andhyper-capable as is required to run an organization of this magnitude.

In future jumps you will have an inordinately easy time getting leadership of any similar 'extra-legal' groups of organizations, and possess the skills needed to make sure they keep turning the obscene profits you're used to.

Mine and Mine alone. Free Titan.

Powerful people have a very bad habit. They tend to be busybodies, always sticking their noses in where they are not wanted. Not so with you. As long as you don't go out of your way to cross people and remain within the bounds of your remit, you find that people

are far more likely to leave you alone to conduct your affairs in peace, even if those affairs do sometimes infringe on their interests.

Now I am king. Discount Titan. 100.

Suffering, pain and humiliation, your oldest trio of friends. You are self-made in a way few are, jumper. You rose from the very bottom of the world, a mere pawn being pushed around by those stronger than you, but rise you did, until you reached where you are now, aforce of your own. And you can do it over and over again now.

No matter how much you lose, no matter how low you end up having to sink, you will always riseup. You will never lose patience, never give up, no matter what you may end up having to endure.

Lest incurring Heavy penalities. Discount Titan. 200.

You are a king in your domain, and you may make laws just as any other king. In this jump and future jumps, you can set down certain codes or laws for interaction between people, with a very high likelihood that they will be obeyed. This requires themto be properly neutral, ways to act and interact dependant on certain situations where no party is obviously losing or gaining, not something like 'you all must serve me'. You can get away with bending them a little bit here and there for people you like, but any obvious bias means all bets are

off.

These rules are the strongest in any locations you legally or 'de facto' own, as well as in your ownpresence. Besides that, there is always a chance that someone will try their luck, although it's

unlikely.

Items:-

I'd like to book a Table. 200.

Yours is a trade that leaves behind a lot of blood and bodies, not tomention things like guns and weapons. Good thing that simply by picking up a phone and requestinga table for as many corpses as you want cleaned up, you can have every last bit of evidence disappear.

They are big, burly men who don't speak, who come in a garbage disposal van. This van can go anywhere and they can survive anywhere, be it an active volcano or the cold vacuum of space. They will clean up the bodies, the weapons and everything else too. Once you use this power, it doesn't matter what kind of evidence it is, it all goes away. Video evidence goes bad and people's memories go fuzzy too.

The Organisation. 400.

The Cosa Nostra of Sicily, the Camorra of Naples, the 'Ndrangheta of

Calabria, the Russian Mafiya and the Japanese Yakuza...these are all powerful organizations, with hundreds, if not thousands of members and turnovers easily in the billions.

At least in this universe. You must have something similar if you are to stand among them. And you do. You have a vastly powerful crime syndicate under your thumb, easily capable of matching any of the above named gangs, or any of your typical Fortune 500 companies, for that matter. This follows you from jump to jump, and while the members are all NPCs who are all different from world to world, they will have enough of the local powers and skills that they remain as relevant as they are

in this jump.

Polished Wooden Box. Free Titan.

An elegant, fine box about the size of a big shoebox, polished so wellit has a sheen on it, this box is quite the useful thing for one in your trade. You can store anythingthat would fit into it, and there is no power that can detect what it is.

Molecular scans, detection wards, anything and everything just slides off the box, returning the result as generic safe items it's not at all strange for you to have.

The Empire. Discount Titan. 200.

What is a king without a kingdom? A beggar? Lesser still? You won't have to find out, thankfully. You have a vast hotel chain just slightly lesser to the Continental, with all theattached services and agencies. Meaning, to be exact, that you have at least one hotel in every majorcity in the world, and in several minor ones. All of them include a gun store with an NPC sommelier, a tailor shop where you can get high-quality armor, and of course, the accounts office. Comes withyou in future jumps, of course.

In addition to the normal features, you get the full benefit of 'Lest Incurring Heavy Penalties'applicable only in these hotels.

Total:- 1800 CP.

Bank:- -600 CP

Current Banked CP:- 6400.

Scenario:-

Derail the plot of the first three movies compeltely.

Reward:- 250 Cp.

Yep that'll do it.

"Hey, jump Chan, about the organisation NPC's suppose I'm in Harry potter Will the NPC's be Wizards or normal people? Or say in Fate will they be Magi, and will the organisation be Illegal in wizarding or magi terms instead of Mundane methods.?"

"Ehh, it's based on your chosen origin in jump, say you choose mage they'll be a mage Organisation,you choose warrior they will be a warrior organisation so on and so forth. Granted they'll be good let's say on a scale of one to hundred where hundred is the strongest in canon, in world's most of you men as a solid fifty by that world's standards, fifty percent of the men will be between fifty and seventy five. of that at least ten percent of the organisation would rate a eighty. And one percent would rate ninty on said scale. No more than that though."

"Great then I'll have fun with that. Now send me on the jump please."

As usual I wake up on a luxurious bed I was Dorian Ronové Beleth, of the Beleth Chain of Hotels, clawed my way up from being a street rat in New York to being part of the high table, owning a chain of nearly 600 Hotels that were the same as the Continental consecrated by the High Table, leader of the Illicit organisation Titan. yep, apparently it was an inside joke by Jumo-Chan.

I immediately get out bed and call my assistant, I'll need his help. My assistant was just that, my assistant not directly involved with the business. "Ryder, get in contact with our info Department and get me John Wicks current Address and Contact Info."

"John Wick, sir? Isn't he retired."

"Yes indeed he is, however if my Contact is to be believed Iosef Tarasov is currently in the process of killing The last Gift given to Mr.Wick by his dearly departed Wife Helen, the one he killed over a hundred high profile people know day for, over a fucking car, so get me his damned contact info, we need to keep him out of the game, especially since he owes a Marker to one SantinoD'antonio. Now get me his contact information." And cut of the phone as I got ready for combat, at least by this world's standards. Bullet proof suit, high end pistols and a couple of knives.

An hour later I got a call from Ryder, "Yes Ryder,?"

"We have Mr. Wick's number sir, shall I patch him through?"

"Please do so." I reply.

A moment later there's a click and I am on Line with John 'The boogeyman' Wick.

"Mr. Wick, this is Dorian Beleth speaking."

"What does the head of the Titan Family want with me, I am retired if you are not aware Mr. Beleth and the High Table shouldn't have anything to do with me." he says, breathing deeply.

"Indeed not, Mr. Wick, I'm calling in the capacity of a concerned Ex-Collegue. And come with an offer, a Piece of Information and a warning." I say in a severe tone, his actions now could cause me and my organisation trouble and murk up the waters, bad for business, it's best he stays retired.