they both had a gun pointed at one another, but neither would shoot. but neither would shoot? -- what would a tough, hard-boiled assassin do if her mother-like employer, who supplied her with the weapons and information, suddenly fondled her breast? become still, and let it happen because it shouldn't bother a killer? or be enraged and lash out, because psuedo-moms aren't supposed to be sexual and shockfully demanding? to them, it's a female's world, and they are each other's only link to trust and a little bit of humanity. but that can all change when a speeding bus hits fake-mommy and orphan hit-girl takes on a suicidal last mission. no one will miss them or wonder what their last thoughts were, but i know! mommy: "3 million in my handbag, gotta run, betrayed her, hope she died quick" girl: "noodles, hot in a bowl, try new life, man-child at my side, new memories" -- i feel ugly, i am ugly right now. going to clean up tomorrow morning, look presentablish. for a mundane reason!