Babayaga: Torreto and Wick

The night was thick with tension as John Wick and Dominic Toretto stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the warehouse ahead. The faint glow of distant city lights barely illuminated the dilapidated structure, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch toward them.

"This is it," John said, his voice low and steady.

Dom nodded, his jaw clenched.

"Athena," John spoke into his earpiece, "any intel on the interior?"

A soft chime signaled Athena's response.

"Scanning now," she replied.

Moments later, a holographic map of the warehouse appeared between them, highlighting guard positions, security cameras, and potential entry points.

"There are two guards at the main entrance," Athena continued. "The back door is unguarded but alarmed. The roof access is clear."

John studied the map, his mind calculating the best course of action.

"We'll take the roof," he decided.

Dom raised an eyebrow.

"You sure about that?"

John met his gaze.

"It's the quickest way in."

Without another word, they moved toward the building, their footsteps silent on the gravel.

Reaching the side of the warehouse, John found a rusted fire escape ladder and began to ascend.

Dom followed, his movements fluid and practiced.

At the top, they crouched, surveying the interior through a skylight.

Inside, several armed men were gathered around a table, discussing plans in hushed tones.

John's eyes narrowed.

"They're planning something," he muttered.

Dom clenched his fists.

"Let's crash their party."

With a swift motion, John drew a compact grappling hook from his belt and fired it toward a beam inside the warehouse.

The hook latched securely, and he signaled Dom to follow.

They rappelled down, landing silently among the group.

Before the men could react, John and Dom were upon them, disarming and incapacitating them with precise efficiency.

Within moments, the room was cleared.

John approached the table, examining the documents spread out before him.

"They're targeting a convoy," he said, pointing to a map. "High-profile targets. This is bigger than we thought."

Dom leaned over, his eyes scanning the map.

"We need to warn them," he said.

John nodded.

"Agreed. But we need to move fast."

Suddenly, the sound of approaching vehicles echoed from outside.

John's hand instinctively went to his sidearm.

"We have company," he said.

Dom grinned, his eyes alight with anticipation.

"Then let's give them a warm welcome."

They took positions, ready for the confrontation.

The warehouse doors burst open, and a group of armed men stormed in, weapons raised.

John and Dom moved as one, a seamless blend of precision and power.

Gunfire erupted, but their training and instincts kept them a step ahead.

Within minutes, the attackers were subdued, lying unconscious on the warehouse floor.

John holstered his weapon and turned to Dom.

"We need to find out who's behind this," he said.

Dom nodded.

"And make them pay."

As they prepared to leave, Athena's voice crackled in their earpieces.

"John, Dom, I've intercepted communications indicating a meeting tonight at the old docks. It might lead us to her."

John looked at Dom, determination in his eyes.

"Let's go," he said.

They exited the warehouse, ready to face whatever awaited them at the docks.

The night was far from over, and the Boogeyman was just getting started.

As they approached the docks, the sound of waves crashing against the piers was the only noise that accompanied their footsteps.

The area was eerily quiet, the usual hustle of the waterfront absent.

John's eyes scanned the surroundings, every sense alert.

"Stay sharp," he murmured to Dom.

They moved deeper into the docks, their silhouettes blending with the shadows.

A faint light flickered in the distance, casting an ominous glow.

They approached cautiously, weapons drawn.

As they rounded a corner, they were met with the sight of a large shipping container, its doors wide open.

Inside, a group of men stood around a table, their attention focused on a map.

John and Dom exchanged a glance.

"This is it," John whispered