“Ms. Araya has declared a private war,” Percival said, setting the case on the front desk. “The High Table has taken note. They are… displeased.”
“Ms. Araya,” he said. “You want this?” He tossed the cylinder into the air. It glinted in the morning light. “Catch.” the continental: from the world of john wick libvpx
At 6:15 AM, the Sommelier arrived. His name was Percival. He wore a bespoke three-piece suit and carried a violin case. Inside was not a violin but a customized AR-15 with a carbon-fiber barrel and a trigger pull measured in grams. ” Percival said