The McBratney hit was something out of the "Gang that couldn't shoot straight" How about one guy goes in, confirms the target and ensures there is no back exit out of the bar, and then they all patiently wait for him outside, do the deed and flee. It's not something I would be bragging about. Like all stories told by mobster's children the events seem to take on a life of their own. In ten years McBratney will be ten feet tall and breathing fire when our hero dispatched him to save the city from Godzilla.