The bastard has to deserve it
Placate the edifice until it's time to blow it up
Every act a bullet or a shield
Always have a backup for everything
Tend your reputation like a rare orchid
Rent the gun, buy the bullet
Vet your proxies in blood
Don't shoot everyone in the room
Never cede tactical control
No dancing with the feathers
Don't get caught in flagrante delicto
If you can't control the kill, control the aftermath
He who laughs last shoots first
Like a bolt of lightning out of a clear blue sky
Always have an encore in your pocket
Nothing wounded moves uphill
