When your skipper tells you to kill someone, you're dutybound to kill that person. You tell him no, you die yourself. Forget about Haliburton suitcases filled with hundred dollar bills, and "out of town hitters." That shit is only in the movies. Nine out of ten times it's your overweight best friend who kills you when you go into that line of work. And he doesn't get paid for it. Maybe he'll get his button (if he doesn't have it already), but that's about it.