Part 5

It's been several weeks since Okoye knocked him out twice, paid a visit to his home and gave him a night to remember. She kicked him in the face, then disappeared sometime in the early morning before he could make her breakfast.

"Who does she think she is?" John mumbled and argued with himself when revving up the engine of his Dodge Charger LD. He kept grumbling and cursing as he drove down Highway 95 for the thirteen-hour drive to Atlanta, Georgia.

His mood didn't improve even when he broke his own driving record by getting there within twelve hours.

He waited a week to see if she'd come back. She didn't. After that, he strategized and executed the first three steps of his long-term plan. First, he annihilated Nathan Volskof quietly in the man's home then called Charlie's clean-up crew to make sure no one else knew about it. Second, he spoke to Ada Imani Wata, herself, and provided proof of Volskof's death.

When she called off the contract on his life, he negotiated with Ada not to reveal the demise of her former arms dealer. Instead, he had her send out a message the man had been seen hiding out in Atlanta in one of their safe houses.

John knew that Okoye and her contacts had ways of getting that information. Knowing she would take the failure to capture Volskof the last time personally, she'd go to Atlanta to check it out herself.

John will be waiting and ready.

When he reached his destination, he checked into the Continental Hotel in Atlanta. It was the only safe haven for people in his profession. The hotel functioned as neutral territory for those in the security and disposal business. For public legitimacy purposes, the building housed several enterprises, an art gallery on the top floor, the hotel, and coffee shop on the bottom floor.

Though parts were open to the public, the hotel's underlying purpose was to allow assassins, gangs, hitmen and career criminals to sit back, chill and have a latte without the worry of someone snuffing them out.

And that is where the false report has Volskof hiding out. Okoye can't break the house rules if her target isn't there and already dead.

Instead, she'll find him. Though, he may have to keep her from fighting him when she discovers he tricked her.

After briefly speaking with the manager, he went to his room, cleaned up, replacing his tailored black suit for another tailored black suit, crisp white dress shirt, and straight-laced black tie, then went down to the coffee shop/lobby to wait.

When he stepped out of the elevator, he realized he didn't have to wait at all. Right in front of him, sat Okoye herself. She was sitting at a dining table, facing the front entrance. He could only see her side profile.

She was dressed differently than he'd ever seen her… granted it was only two times, the first occasion fighting in a bar wearing a red dress and the other time when she broke into his house wearing that black, skintight number.

Today she wore a maroon leather vest, leaving her bare arms free. He never noticed the scar on her right shoulder before. He thought he paid close attention to every part of this woman. Tight, black skinny jeans and what looked like combat boots completed the different look. The clothing fit her svelte body just right.

The last part of her disguise had him shaking his head. She had covered her tribal designs on her head with long, brown twisted locs.

The wig was nice looking, but it didn't seem to fit with her character. "Which was exactly the point of wearing a disguise, idiot," he grumbled to himself. Doesn't matter now, he spotted her. She fell for the report and now he's gonna show her he's got the upper hand.

No more sneaking into his house and catching him unawares.

So what he ended up enjoying the results. That's not the point.

He got her and he's gonna make sure she knows it. He slowly approached Okoye, who had just lifted her coffee mug to her luscious lips and took a sip. John thoroughly enjoyed viewing and appreciating her dark mocha and creamy skin and the sinewy strength of her biceps. It was only a few weeks ago those arms were wrapped around his neck.

He wondered if she'll show any surprise at being caught so easily. "Good morning. I see Atlanta's weather is as fine as everyone says it is."

She slowly lowered her hot cup of java and cautiously turned toward the man in the black suit. Her brow raised just a little and only smiled briefly. John didn't expect her to jump for joy seeing him, but she could have at least acknowledged the fact that he was the man that had her moaning his name. Also, the man she left without saying a goodbye, or a fuck you… nothing.

When she responded, her tone of voice was lower than he remembered, 'She still sticking to her disguise, I see,' he said to himself.

"It's fine and it's a little warmer than usual. You might want to change out of that hot suit. Enjoy your day." She then returned to drinking her coffee.

At first, John was confused, why was she so dismissive? Why is she staying true to this character? Then it dawned, she's supposed to be here to collect Volskof. Time to end this ruse. She's gonna be mad enough as it is if he let it go any further. He quickly sat down across from her and lowered his voice, "Look, Okoye. I already took care of Volskof. I'm the reason you're here."

Lowering her cup once more, she gave a short wave of her hand and tossed one side of her twists behind her shoulder.

John took a closer look leaning onto the table and noticing small nuances of her features. She looked the same but there was just something different. Her outfit didn't look fake everything from her hair down to her boots seemed authentic to this Okoye doppelganger.

Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him, "When I said, 'enjoy your day', that wasn't an invitation to sit down. My name is not Okoye and I don't know any person named Volskof. You have me mistaken for someone else." Seemingly dismissing John, her eyes traveled to the cafe's entrance focusing on someone walking in.

John's glance briefly followed and landed on a bearded man entering the coffee shop wearing an Atlanta police uniform and cowboy boots. There were a few higher-ups in law enforcement who knew the truth about the Continental, so he wasn't surprised to see a cop walk through the doors. He couldn't tell what ranking the officer had so he kept his peripheral on him, just in case. He went back to Okoye still in character.

He folded his arms and leaned back, "Okoye, enough. I tricked you into coming here and you're mad. Fine. I had a good reason. You could at least left a note." Out of the corner of his eye, the bearded officer strolled over to their table. The first thing to draw his eye was the man's firearm, which peaked his interest. His hair was clipped into a shortcut fade and his facial hair sported more grey than the dark ones on his head.

John zeroed in on the officer placing a familiar hand on Okoye's shoulder. His voice deep and with a heavy southern lilt, he asked, "Everythin' alright, Chonne?"

The assassin watched in confusion as Okoye turned her head up to, according to his badge, Sergeant Grimes, and smiled that bright smile he was all too familiar with. "Everything's just fine, Rick. It seems this gentleman thinks I'm someone named Okoye."

John thought to himself, 'Is this part of her cover? Does she have an undercover boyfriend? If so, this ends today.'

Rick's eyes narrowed at John, "That so? Guess, we better clear this up. This is my wife, Michonne Grimes and I'm Rick." He placed both hands on her bare shoulders, his fingers unconsciously massaging them, We're not gonna have a problem, right?"

John took a closer look at Michonne. The scar, the hair, her tone of voice. She may look like Okoye, but she's not her. Okoye kept her back straight at all times, more disciplined, more military. This woman in front of him seemed looser, can still kick ass, yet she doesn't seem to have that strict militaristic training in her carriage.

Taking no offense to Rick's possessiveness (he would be the same way) he ran a hand over his face. Okoye did not take the bluff and he just made an ass out of himself. Though it is uncanny that this Michonne looks just like her, from her big brown eyes to the distinctive nose and those beautiful lips.

Rick Grimes is a lucky man.

"My mistake. You wouldn't blame me once you take a look at her." He pulled out his cell phone and showed them the close-up image of what could be Michonne's twin. He took it while she slept.

Michonne reached and plucked the phone out of John's hand and pulled it towards her. Rick kneeled down on one knee then leaned over to get a closer look. "Damn, Michonne, you gotta a twin sister you didn't tell me about?"

She giggled as she lay her head back on his shoulder while they looked at the image together. "I don't, but I'm going to ask my momma if she needs to tell me something."

John relaxed, he wouldn't need to fight Rick. It was all a misunderstanding on his part. "Rick that's a nice sidepiece. Not a usual standard issue for an officer."

Rick took one hand off Michonne to run his fingers along his gun's leather-bound grip. "Oh, I've been in the business a long time. I think I got enough seniority to carry what I want."

John recited the gun's stats as if he were standing in class, ".357 Magnum caliber revolver with a 6-inch barrel, double action, stainless steel finish. High accuracy, tight cylinder lock with a smooth pull on the trigger. Solid underlug for stability. It has adjustable sights but I have a feeling you don't need to use it. The way you carry, I bet you shoot with both hands and you keep it well maintained."

Rick cocked his head and squinted, "Impressive. You know your hardware."

John nodded, "I do. I guess I better be on my way." He nodded, "Nice to meet you, Michonne… Rick."

He stood, buttoned his jacket and was about to leave when Michonne halted him, "Wait, here's your phone back and we didn't get your name."

Rick stood and held out Michonne's chair for her to stand, as well. He added, "Yeah, it'd be good to know the name of my wife's possible long-lost sister's boyfriend."

John held out his hand, first to Michonne, and then Rick, "It's John Wick. You've probably never heard of me."

Rick returned his firm handshake. He tilted his head and smirked before stating, "Oh, we've heard. That explains the weapon knowledge. We know some of the thangs that go on around here. I don't get involved as long as it doesn't come out into my streets and no innocents are harmed. If you ever need any help, let us know." Rick kisses Michonne on the shoulder, "Sasha and Shane are waitin' for us. You ready to go?"

Michonne kisses him back, "Yeah. If we don't show on time to this wedding rehearsal, we'll never hear the end of it." She turns back to John, "I want to meet my twin. I hope she doesn't stand you up. When you see her, tell her about me and that I would like to get to know her. I'm sure you'll have no problem finding me again."

Taking note of her strong personality, John knew Okoye would feel the same way.

"No problem."

He watched as Rick guided Michonne out the entrance. He didn't fail to notice that ever since Rick showed up at her side, his hands never left her. He even had a palm on her ass as they walked out the door.

After the awkward moment in the cafe with Rick and Michonne, John heads to his car that is parked a block away and finds Okoye leaning up against it.

She wore a tailored, midnight onyx pants suit, complemented with a pair of black patent leather Louboutin heels. The red bottoms showing itself whenever she moved. The suit's superior cut followed and clung to all the beautiful curves of her body. Dark, cat-eye sunglasses and a black fedora completed her ensemble. She straightened when John approached, "You Americans and your muscle cars," she chuckled, "some say you are compensating for small phalluses. You, Mr. Wick, I say you are not compensating at all."

Okoye, General of Wakanda's Dora Milaje just made Baba Yaga, the deadliest assassin of the criminal underworld… blush.

John cleared his throat and straightened his tie, "I think we're past calling me, Mr. Wick. It's John… just John."

Okoye stepped up to him, then rose on her toes to bring her mouth closer to his ear, her warm breath caressing him gently as she whispers, "Well… John. I see you found a… how shall I say… a special way to contact me." Before lowering back down, she took a delicate lick of his earlobe and ran her fingers through the fine hairs of his thick beard.

She lingered a few moments, breathing him in, then wrapped an arm around his elbow, pulling him away from his parked car.

John wasn't sure where she was guiding him, but he didn't care. He cleared his throat, "You didn't leave a number for me to call." He removed his arm from hers, only to wind it around her waist, gathering her closer as they walked.

The formal and traditionally stoic Okoye usually kept any displays of affection private but with John, she couldn't resist his firm hold. Gathering closer to him, she relaxed her firm stance and relished in the comfort of his arm. She continued to guide him along, "Is that why you set up that false report to bring me here?"

"Well, you left without a word."

"I had some pressing matters I had to attend to."

He looked at her with surprise, "I guess I'm busted, then?"

Okoye kept her focus on their destination, yet she smiled as she shook her head, "Easily busted. It would have been simpler if you'd just asked. You certainly have ways to find me, but that wouldn't be you. Now would it?"

"No, it wouldn't. Before we get to where we're going. There's someone you need to meet."

She halted their progress, then turned to him, her voice sharp, "Don't tell me after all this time, there's another woman."

John burst out laughing for the second time in a long time and both bouts of humor were caused by this woman. When he recovered he pulled her into a hug, "The green monster looks good on you. There is another woman. She lives here in Atlanta and I just met her this morning. You'll want to meet her too. You have a few things in common."

She seemed offended, "What would I have in common with an American?"

"Trust me," he pulled her in the direction she took him, "you have a lot. By the way, where are we going?"

Their short walk took them back behind the Continental where there was a small park for residents to come out and enjoy Atlanta's sunrise. They stopped where it seemed to be an open grass area. Raising her wrist, Okoye pressed one of her Kimoya beads and there in front of them appeared her Royal Talon.

Giving him her bright smile that lit up her brown eyes, "I need someone of your caliber. I'm taking you to a whole new world. We're going to fight Thanos."

He stepped onto the bridge, marveling at the sight of all the bright and shiny advanced technological controls and instruments surrounding him. He turned to her as she began flipping switches and pressing buttons and asked, "Who is this Thanos?"

Okoye kept busy setting their course, "An outworlder and a giant, purple menace."

John raised an arm and rested his hand on the bulkhead, "You're involving me with those superbeings I saw on the news and you're trusting me to fight along your side?"

Okoye finished with the flight check, straightened and turned to John, "To protect this world? She reached up and pressed a button near John's hand, sending the ship into orbit.

"Without question."


A/N: I hope you have enjoyed this mash-up of John Wick and Okoye. Yellehughes couldn't help throwing in a TWD Richonne appearance. We just LOVE them! Thank you for reading. Reviews are welcome.