The one that you send to kill the boogeyman wakes up in the future only to face the ultimate boogeyman. Won't somebody PLEASE get this man...a gun! Rated M for language, for sexual situations, and for John Wick shooting lots of dudes in the face. This story is set in the same Mass Effect universe as my other story (Tango 'Til They're Sore) but you don't have to read that one to read this one. I wrote this one in between JW1 and JW2, so...yeah. This was before the whole mythology about the 'High Table' and the rest had been introduced. At the time of writing I figured they were 'just' a very stylish sect of assassins. And given how things turn out in JW2 and JW3, I think it would be fair to consider this an alternate history as far as Wick's interaction with his superiors is concerned. This was also written well before my Smol Detective stuff. I'm doing some re-editing as I upload it, but please forgive it if it's a little rough around the edges.