In relation to my last paragraph in Hawn, the difficulties in actually finding, hiring, and maintaining one's own safety, in searching out contract killers, seem to be insurmountable unless you're in prison on hard time. It preoccupies as an intellectual problem as much as a victimization appeasement, and Allen's dialogue in the mouth of Wilkinson's equivocal mastery is more persuasively realist than most political thrillers with superstar precision at the helm. This excludes classic shudder films like Jackal, which was brilliantly directed, and at its heart, about a man who loved his work, the challenge, the willingness to die to surmount his obstacles. Do assassins outside of professional military snipers still exist? I don't know how to research this on my on tine without placing myself in real trouble, as I've skirted around the fact that I have motive.
(I am rational enough to understand the sentiment of moving on, but what my few regulars may not understand is after the fact that I was royally screwed came to its completion, I lost Paratransit in 02, suffered equipment failure, battled Presby's managers prior to the fecal decoy moves of Miss Richardson, and did not come out of this without sustaining significant damage-- and suspect no matter what I do with the last of my assets now no one will employ me with the support I need. You dig?)
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