The barrel of the gun placed slightly above his temple. His hand was unsteady and quickly shaking. He had never taken another's life before, but this was about War and he had to do what was necessary, even if that meant taking an inactive mafia members life away. 

PULL THE TRIGGER MAN!

The mafia member only had around 5 units of Marijuana on him. It was suspected that he was whored into a crew, a term that is rarely used but one that implied in recruiting, a sponsor had to engage the person on a more relational level prior to sending them an invitation to join a crew. 

Bellicose hands still shaking from holding the gun. He turned back and looked at his Bodyguard who was watching the streets. 

He isn't even one of the family members though! Why should I Kill him!?

Family. A term that was once only given to those MADE and above. Now, this guy will be fading away for a crew that he didn't even really belong to. He did one job and probably exchanged two letters total with one of the sponsors. He was not a family member. He probably didnt even own a gun unless he was given one. Why did he deserve to die? It made no sense. 

JUST LEAVE HIM A FREAKING WHISPER AND LETS GET OUT OF HERE BELLICOSE!

The Bodyguard's were panicking knowing sooner or later Bellicose would be shot if he stayed around this side of town. The rival family had already lost several of their crew members and were looking for vengeance but who would they take out as everyone seemed protected or not in their city. 

Bellicose lowered the Gun. 

I cant do it guys. There is no point in doing this. He is literally a no one. Why waste my one bullet on this individual when I can get someone else within the hour? 

Suddenly the man sprung to his feet. He looked at Bellicose who was surprised he had just awoken and took off down the street. Bellicose and his guards chased after him furiously. The bodyguards did not actually have guns clung to the side of Bellicose in the event a shooter would stop him. The man ran from District to District until he finally boarded a plane and flew to Las Vegas. 

HOW DO YOU KNOW HE IS IN VEGAS BELLICOSE? 

My friends seen him. He is lying low. Apparently he thinks he can hide out there. We will fly there in three hours. 

The Bodyguards stared at Bellicose with confused expressions. 

WHY CANT WE FLY NOW? 

We cant just fly guys. It doesn't work that way. We must wait our turn until our time opens up. Its okay we will be free in the next few to do so. In the mean time, who wants coffee? 

The Three of them walked around the coffee shop and were about to enter in until they saw the most bizarre thing. A leader of a rival outfit put one hand over his eyes and the other in the air and called out to a gangster In front of him, "Now point your gun at me and just slightly miss." The cops heard about the attempted homicide and rushed to the scene with immediacy. They informed the leader they would be sticking by his side for the next four hours to keep him safe and away from all harm and evil. 

Bellicose watched as the little protective shooter scurried his way down the alleyway. 

Him. 

Bellicose and friends followed the little pro shooter to his car. He sat inside and put on the music. He quietly approached the vehicle and hunched over appearing as though he were a beggar of some sort. Bellicose tapped on the window and as the protective shooter rolled it down Bellicose placed the gun against his neck and whispered in his ear. His hands weren't shaking this time. This felt necessary. 

I am Sorry friend. 

The loud shot rang out through the streets of LA. The bullet some how missed at point blank range. 

SHOOT HIM AGAIN

Bellicose tried but he couldnt pull the trigger.

I can only shoot once an hour!

WELL HIT HIM. 

There is no punching in the Mafia! 

The man sped off and Bellicose stared as he knew this guy would go on to protect many more lives. How did he miss this shot.