 Had Wayne actually accomplished his mission given to him by Captain Jack, would he have felt victorious?
They were squareheads one and all, marking moron time in a gray dream. "Thanks, sarge dear," Wayne said and took the elevator up to the Armory. He checked them on a receipt ledger, while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber. Captain Jack moved massively. "Wayne Seton," said Captain Jack as if he were discussing something in a bug collection. "Your beast is primed and waiting at the Four Aces Club on the West Side. Wayne waved the pass card, signed by Captain Jack, under the cop's quivering nose. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there.
 No, because Wayne would not be able to mentally handle the murders.
 No, because Wayne would know that his parents would be disappointed in him.  No, because Wayne would not be able to mentally handle the murders.  Yes, because Wayne had been excited all along about his draft call.  Yes, because Wayne wanted to make Captain Jack proud no matter what.