When people thought about war, they thought about dying honorably and 'oh, those poor people'. Luke knew better.
There was no honor in dying. In fact, you pretty much looked like sh*t when you died. There was blood, guts, and your head in one place with your left eye in another. The only people Luke felt sorry for were the women and kids stuck in the middle. Stray bullets were hell on the life expectancy. The ones who went to war – Luke didn't feel sorry for them. They knew what they were getting into and if they didn't…they were idiots and Luke didn't pity idiots.
War wasn't about dying (who the hell wanted to die?). It wasn't about all those poor people (poor people better move their *sses before somebody blows it off). War was harsh, cold, 'ain't-over-until-your dead'…
No honor. No pity.
No mercy.
That was war.

{Luke looked around the hallway. Silver's men blocked the doors to the main room, where Sonny was. Sonny's men blocked the exits, where life was…}
"You hit him hard. You knock them down. When they're down, you plant a kick right in the -."
"What is he telling you?" Sonny interrupted.
Luke looked at Sonny and then back at Jason. "You get the point." He got up and moved over to the table, picking up his gun. "I'm just teaching him some Spencer survival skills, my friend. That's going on your tab."
"With all your other useful advice?" Sonny mocked.
"Do you know your boy doesn't know how to shoot?" Luke asked, casually.
Sonny's eyes burned a hole in his back. "No, Luke, I didn't know."
Luke turned to him and shrugged. "I just thought you should."
Jason was looking from Luke to Sonny. Sonny was looking directly at Luke. Luke was watching both, Sonny directly and Jason out of the corner of his eye. This was war and Jason was a part of it, no matter how much Sonny tried to keep the kid's head down.
"What are you doing, Luke?" Sonny asked him later.
"I like him," said Luke.
"So do I."
"Then, keep him alive." Luke ignored Sonny's flinch. He needed to hear it. Jason wasn't Lily; he couldn't stay on the outside. Jason wasn't Robin; he wouldn't run away. Jason wasn't even Stone; he wanted them dead.
{Luke waited for the sign and following ruckus. It was coming up fast…}
"You sure about this?"
"You think he can't do it?"
Luke snorted. "It's scary how good that kid is. You know I hate it when you try and avoid my questions."
"You know I don't care."
Luke fell in step beside Sonny. "You wanted him to lay low before. I had to talk you into teaching him how to shoot. Now, you want him to do this job. It's like zero to a hundred in a few seconds."
"I'm keeping him alive."
"You're giving him a reputation."
"That's what I said."
{One hand on his gun, one hand on his cigar; he was already playing eeny, meeny, miny, moe in his head…}
"This is it, my friend."
Sonny looked out of the window and up at the building. "It ends, one way or another."
Luke stared at him. "You ever hear of positive reinforcement?"
"What's that?" Jason asked from across the seat.
"No idea. Laura says it."
They exited the car, one by one and then split. Jason disappeared into a side alley. Sonny was hidden in a group of bodyguards and Luke followed a few feet behind, lighting up another cigar.
Catch a tiger. Let it go. Eenie…
Sonny was speaking to Silver, pleasantly exchanging threats.
{Meenie…}
Jason was somewhere close by, lining up his shot.
{Minnie…}
Luke was right outside the door waiting for…
BANG!
{Mo…}
Luke lifted his gun and shot.