Kuklinski had stalked his prey for some time.  His fun finally arrived and he went to the shoot range to hone his skills.  However, the range turned him away, saying that his skills were just fine the way they were.  Kuklinski shuddered, knowing that he didn't have time to practise.  So he went to identify his target.  He had gathered a decent amount of intelligence, decided who he was to get and when.  The target was an associate of a very public enemy of Kuklinski's.  He was selected for no other reason that who his boss was.  The killing was to cost Kuklinski's enemy money and status and to demonstrate, yet again, that what goes around comes around. 

Kuklinski couldn't find out where he was - so he asked some friends for help.  He was pinpointed to the city of Philly and Kuklinski boarded a plane and went there.  He arrived at the home of his target, crept through a window aimed and fired - but the shot missed.  It was too dark and Kuklinski too inexperienced.  Kuklinski didn't panic, but he did flee.  Prior to boarding his plane he shot at a robotic earner for another family - this shot, too, went wide of the mark.  Kuklinski went to bed that night certain that he would be murdered in his sleep.

But he was not.  So Kuklinski got up early and got in touch with some friends.  They provided him with some target practise - Kuklinski left Philly and travelled round the 8 cities shooting deadbeats to perfect his shot - so far so good.  A quick briefing on the latest intelligence reports and Kuklinski lined up his next shot - the original target.  By now there were several notches on his gun - but with every shot fired, Kuklinski knew that his own death loomed nearer.  He soldiered on, reminding himself of the life foisted upon him.  Kuklinski knew that the ultiamte glory is visited upon those who suffer the most - so he was willing to lay his life down for his friends.

Kuklinski's profile was working against him - too many people knew him, some offered him help but it seemed that they would be working against him.  Kuklinski finds himself sitting outside his target's house.  He is still in bed.  He slept through the gun attack last night.  Would he wake up?  Would the next shot be fatal? 

No, it would not.  The target was missed and Kuklinski was killed after despatching an SL member.  Whilst dying he gave to his son his gun.

His son used it to shoot a NY gangster.  He was killed not so long afterwards - a martyr to the cause.  As New York counts the cost of this latest ballsy attack ($4M), Kuklinski searches for a way to find a home, where he is not tracked and hunted like an animal.

Good luck.

I miss K-Mart, such good deals at that store

Shooting NPM's everyday before dying isn't going to help your cause, as i have explained to you which you agreed.

So, why should you be given a chance at all?