I’m killer with a pew pew. There’s one problem though. The last two jobs I went on, I ended up with cold feet. Worse, even. Frozen feet. I’d lifted the gun, looked my mark in the eyes, and all the fear and panic that flashed through them hit me right in the chest like they’d fired their own weapon. I couldn’t do it. So with an apology and a pinky swear, I sent them both into hiding.
