“Lizzie, put the fucking gun down!” her brother Chris screamed from across the apartment; Chris Grandy had seen his sister use her .357 before, and it was not a pretty sight.Ok, her enemies were not a pretty sight when she used the firearm, especially when she got half of their spleen all over the new couch.Elizabeth was a damn good shot, and normally Chris wouldn’t mind if she had his back- like that time in Rio when their deal went bad;that was a good time for Lizzie to be holding a gun.But not now, not when Chris had a date with him, and not when Elizabeth had about 20 oz. of Bourbon in her.But Elizabeth was as stubborn as an ox.She trained that silvery Magnum at Chris’ lady of the night despite his objections, and her green eyes remained focused on the girl as her left hand swayed like a hula dancer.”Yaaa know Christopher” Lizzie began in a drunken stupor,”You shouldn’t date the people we’re supposed to kill” and followed it up with a menacing hiccup.”I wish you took our job more seriously sometimes”.