It's life and death. It's literally life and death.

You WACKED! sattas.

Betty was being driven back from the docks in the company of her favourite bodyguards TweedleDee and TweedleDum. Funny guys, their constant bickering was a source of great entertainment for Betty, usually. Today it wasn't working having just sent one of her own swimmin' with da fishes. Staring out the window she wondered what goes on in the mind of a young picciotto.

The words echoed in her constantly. "Double check your target. Make sure it's legit. Make sure it's an authorised shot. Make sure this kill helps your family and never hurts it". Frustration was setting in as she thought back to what had been passed down to her through generations of her family history. She had tried to drill it into others in the same way. Had it failed? Had they not understood the importance of the words? Had she not been clear enough on what was needed?

One of the first things she had learned was to listen to what she was being taught. Closely. "Don't go waving your gun around unless you know who to shoot and be prepared to take the consequences of your fuckups if you haven't paid attention!". The words were etched into her mind. Her mother taught these lessons well and she intended to pass these on to her crew now that she was responsible for moulding the next generation of mafiosa. "We don't enforce these rules so we get to punish you, we do it to protect you! Sometimes we need to punish one soldatto in order to save the family. The rules are there, the rules are clear. They must be followed and if not, they must be enforced".

Rubbing the bridge of her nose Betty motioned for the car to be pulled over, she wanted a cigarette and felt the need to stretch her legs. Nodding at TweedleDee he took off into the shop to buy her some cigarettes, meanwhile TweedleDum opened the door to let her out of the car, as she stood on the pavement, one hand on her hip she looked up at the small features on the massive face of the bodyguard and snapped.

Why don't they listen?

When she got no discernible sign that TweedleDum had even heard her. She carried on her barrage, a little louder, unable for a moment to conceal her anger at the situation. A young man, full of potential and promise, a wealth of knowledge and help at his fingertips, gentle nudges in the direction of gold nuggets about Success! What more did she need to do to be heard?

Is there something I am missing? Is it something I failed to do?

TweedleDum's head bobbled to one side as his expression took on a look of bewilderment. Even this beautiful idiot understood what not to do, why were some humans so resistant to simple instructions?