"You stay here, Winston might know where Iosef is." John said. "Okay." She simply said and headed off to the bathroom. "You're not using the car right?" She asked from the bathroom. Her voice echoing. "No." John was about to grab the doorknob to exit but it sparked in his mind. "Why?" He asked as he stopped in his tracks. Jade appeared out of the bathroom with her hand out for the car keys. A smirk on her face. He knew she was up to something because she would always pull this skit. He handed the car keys slowly, his hand lingering in hers before letting go. "What is this for?" He asked looking somewhat confused. "Don't worry Dad. You'll thank me later." Jade gave a genuine smile as she shoved the keys in her blazer pocket. "Okay, I'll be back." He said and opened the door behind him. "Bye dad, love you." Jade said, hugging him before he left. "Better get going." She said to herself as she locked the door and headed back to the bathroom.
Getting out of her current outfit, she put on black skin tight jeans, a white striped shirt, matched with her black leather jacket and heeled combat boots. Strapping on her gun holster on her waist, she equipped three guns and a few reloads for each, and two knives stuffed into her ankle of her boots. Now all equipped, she grabbed the room keys and the car keys as she locked the door and headed downstairs to the main lobby of the Continental.
"Hello, Ms. Wick." Charon greeted her as she walked up to the front desk. "Hello, Charon. I'm going to need the car." She said sliding the keys on the front desk. All he did was give a nod and a bellhop stepped outside. A few minutes later Jade could see the car parked outside. "Thank you, Charon." Giving him a nod and Charon handing the keys back to her. She gave a smile as she headed to the car outside the hotel.
"Hello, Winston." John greets him as he approaches him. "Jonathan." Winston's tone welcoming. Removing his glasses as with a smile and John talking a seat in front of him. "As I recall, weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings? Not receive them?" He asked solely. "Rusty, I guess," John replies. Winston gives a small smile back, nodding at the small humour between the two. "So what do we owe the place?" "Iosef Tarasov." One name, one person. That's all John is looking for. "What about him?" Winston calmly inquires. "I'd like to talk to him." Winston slightly scoffs. "A 'talk'? You say?" Taking a sip from his drink, and asking him if he has really returned back to his line of work. After all this time? John contemplates. He knows everyone is expecting him back but, he doesn't even know himself. He also doesn't want his daughter having the same expectations from everyone. Knowing he dragged her out of the life she had for this, John felt quite guilty. "If you thought this through? I mean chewed down to the bone," Winston says, leaning in. "You got out once. You dipped so much as a pinkie back into this pond. You may well find something, reaches out and grabs you back into its depths." He states. "Where do I find him?" John's voice; determined.
"You know the rules. No business to be conducted on these premises lest occurring heavy penalties." Winston explains, leaning back onto his chair. Picking up his glass and taking a small sip, "Have a drink, and relax..." The music in the room soaking up all of the silence it can reach. John took a mental note of what he said. "For now." Winston finishes and puts his glasses back on. "It's personal." John states and stands from the table. Winston's eyes following him and giving a small nod.