 one taken care of before he can cause any problems."

"You really don't think it is going to be that easy, do you?" Reizvolle asked him in an arousing manner, "He is the hero of the story, after all."

"Watch him survive this," James said, firing two shots at Jim Stalin, "Die!"

"Please," Jim said, "You didn't even hit me."

James looked at his gun and made sure it fired. It did and he was sure his aim was good. He growled and went over to Jim Stalin and put the barrel of the gun up to Stalin's forehead. He was not really thinking straight at this point. If he was he would have looked at the dust jacket and seen that Jim's name was mentioned there multiple times and his was not mentioned at all.

"Pull the trigger," Jim dared him, staring him in the eyes, "You don't have the balls!"

"You won't have any either!" James yelled, getting irrationally angry at the futility of his position, "What did you do to get this immortal status?"

"Easy," Jim said, "I'm the hero of the story. I thought you knew that."

This answer pissed James off even farther. He raised the weapon again and pulled the trigger, about two millimeters from Jim's head. Jim closed his eyes to protect from what he knew was about to happen. James Mickenbacher's gun exploded when he pulled the trigger, sending pieces backwards into the minor villain's hand and body. Jim, of course, was not touched by anything more than a superficial wound from the exploding gunpowder.

"Nice," Reizvolle said alluringly, "Thank you for a completely pointless display, James."

"Adam!" James exclaimed, "Why don't you try it?"

"And end up dead as fast as you're going to?" Adam Dirtpassion asked him, "I don't think so."

Even the mooks backed up away from James, knowing that as the direct murderer of Alexandra he was not going to live much longer. The mooks are here to be cannon fodder, something they all knew, but they had no earthly desire to die as badly as James was heading for.

"Get the artifact!" Adam yelled at the mooks, "Get it while James is
one taken care of before he can cause any problems. " 

 " You in truth don't remember it is going to be that easy, do you? " Reizvolle ask him in an arousing manner, " He is the hero of the story, subsequently all. " 

 " Watch him survive this, " James say, firing two shots at Jim Stalin, " fail! " 

 " Please, " Jim said, " You didn't even hit me. " 

 James looked at his gun and make sure it fired. It did and he was certain his aim was good. He growled and start over to Jim Stalin and put the barrel of the gun up to Stalin's forehead. He was not really think straight at this point. If he was he would have looked at the dust jacket and see that Jim's name was mentioned there multiple times and his was not mentioned at all. 

 " Pull the gun trigger, " Jim make bold him, staring him in the eyes, " You don't have the balls! " 

 " You won't have any either! " James yelled, getting irrationally angry at the futility of his position, " What did you do to have this immortal status? " 

 " Easy, " Jim said, " I'm the hero of the history. I thought you knew that. " 

 This answer make James off even farther. He raise the weapon again and pulled the trigger, approximately two millimeters from Jim's head. Jim closed his eyes to protect from what he knew was about to happen. James Mickenbacher's gun exploded when he pulled the trigger, sending pieces back into the minor villain's hand and torso. Jim, of course, was not touched by anything more than a superficial wound from the exploding gunpowder. 

 " Nice, " Reizvolle said alluringly, " Thank you for a wholly pointless display, James. " 

 " Adam! " James exclaimed, " Why don't you try it? " 

 " And end up dead as fast as you're going to? " Adam Dirtpassion asked him, " I don't think so. " 

 Even the mooks back up away from James, knowing that as the direct murderer of Alexandra he was not going to live a lot longer. The mooks are here to be cannon fodder, something they all knew, but they had no earthly desire to fail as badly as James was heading for. 

 " drive the artifact! " Adam yelled at the mooks, " grow it while James is
 onf taken care of before ht can cause any ptovlems."

"Ymu reamly don't think it is going to be thav eawy, do you?" Reizvolle asked hkm in an wrousing manier, "He is the heck of thc stodn, aftzr all."

"Watch him xurvive thhs," James said, xifiug two shots at Jim Stalin, "Die!"

"Please," Jim saod, "You didn't eveg hiu mq."

Jamss looked at his gun and made sure it firtd. It did and he wss sure his aim was good. Hf grlwled and went oveg to Jim Stqlin qnd put the carrel of uhz gun up to Stalin's forehead. He was not rexlly chinking sttcughh at this pomnt. If he was he would hava lookec at the dust mackev ane seen that Jim's name was mentioned thete multipla cimes and his was not mwntioted dt auo.

"Puul uhe tdigger," Jij dared hij, staring hum in the eyes, "You cog'n have the bamls!"

"You wjn't have any either!" James yelled, gettinc idrationally angry at thw futility of his posltion, "Whae did you do to get this immortal status?"

"Easy," Jim vaid, "M'm tht mcro ud hhe story. I thought you knew that."

This answer [jsxec James off evcn farther. He raisrd tng weapon again and pbmlsd the trigger, abokt two iillineters frjm Jom's head. Jim closed his eyew to protect drom what he knew cas about to hapken. Jakes Mickenbacher's gun erplodes when he pklled the grigger, sending oiebes tackwards into the minor vyllain's hend aud body. Gim, pf couwse, was noh tougved by anything moge thcn a vuperficiap wound from the exploding gunpowder.

"Nice," Reizfonle said aljurinnly, "Thank you fjr a completeli pointlefs dirplay, Jamea."

"Adam!" Jemes exclaimqd, "Why don't ymo try it?"

"And eid up deaq as fasr as yoj'fe going to?" Adsm Dirtpassion askee him, "I don't think so."

Gvsn the mooks baeytd up away from Kamds, hnlwmng trdt as the disect mufcerer of Alexandva fe wss not going to live mucg longer. The mooks ave here ti be cangon fodder, sokething they all kjew, bnt theb had mo garthly desire to die as badly zs James aas heading for.

"Det bhe wrtifact!" Abam yelled at the mooks, "Get it while Jamxs is
one taken care of before he can problems." really don't it is going you?" asked him in arousing manner, "He the hero of the story, after "Watch him survive this," James said, firing two shots at Jim Stalin, "Die!" Jim said, "You didn't even hit me." James looked at his gun and sure fired. did he was sure his aim was good. He growled and went over to Jim Stalin and the barrel of the gun up to Stalin's He was not really straight at this point. If was would have at dust and seen that name was mentioned there multiple times and his was not mentioned at all. "Pull the trigger," Jim him, staring the eyes, don't the "You won't have James yelled, getting irrationally angry at his position, "What did you do to get immortal status?" Jim said, "I'm the hero of story. I thought you knew that." This answer James off even farther. He raised the weapon again and pulled the trigger, about two Jim's head. Jim closed eyes to protect what knew about happen. James gun exploded when he pulled the trigger, sending pieces backwards into minor villain's hand and body. Jim, of course, was not anything than a superficial from the exploding gunpowder. Reizvolle alluringly, "Thank you for pointless James." "Why you it?" "And end up as fast as you're going Adam Dirtpassion asked him, the mooks backed up away from James, knowing as the direct murderer of Alexandra he not going to live much longer. The mooks are here to be fodder, something knew, but they had no earthly desire to as badly as James heading for. "Get the artifact!" Adam yelled at the "Get while James
 one taken care of before he can Cause any prOblemS."

"YoU reAlLy doN't thInk it is going to BE thaT easy, do you?" Reizvolle askEd him In AN aroUSiNg manNer, "He is THe HERo oF tHe StoRy, AFtEr all."

"watCh him suRvive this," JAmeS sAid, firing two SHoTs at Jim StaLin, "die!"

"Please," Jim SaiD, "You diDn'T evEN hit mE."

JaMes loOked at HIs gun aNd made surE iT Fired. IT Did and hE WAs Sure His aim was good. He grOWlED and went over to jim StaLiN AnD PUt tHe bArrel of the GuN up to sTalin's fOReHEAD. He WAs not really thInking straiGHt aT this pOiNt. IF He was hE woulD hAVe lOoked at the dUst jAcket and sEen thaT jim's namE Was mentIoned tHerE muLtipLE tImEs aNd HIs wAS nOt mENtiOned at alL.

"PUlL the tRiggER," jIM darEd hIm, stAring Him in the eyes, "YOu dOn't hAVe tHe balLs!"

"You Won't HaVe any Either!" james YeLled, getting irraTionAlly angry At tHe FutIlIty of HIs posiTioN, "WhAt did yoU do to geT ThiS iMMORtAl status?"

"Easy," Jim saiD, "I'M THe Hero of thE story. i ThOuGHt you kneW tHat."

this ANSwer pIsseD jaMes off evEn fartHEr. he Raised tHe Weapon AgAin And PulleD The tRigger, About two MilliMEters from Jim's hEAd. Jim closed hiS EyES To PRoteCt fRom what he knEw waS AbouT to hAPpEn. JAMes MiCkenbAcHEr'S Gun exploded when he puLlEd the tRiggeR, sending pieceS backwards INTO the minoR vilLAiN'S hand and body. JiM, of coUrse, was not TOuched by AnythIng more tHan a superFICial wounD frOm tHe eXplODInG gunpowder.

"NicE," rEizvOlLe said aLluRingly, "THanK yoU foR a cOmPletely poIntless dIsPlAy, jaMes."

"adam!" JAMes exclaImEd, "WHy Don'T you tRY it?"

"And End up Dead As FaST as You're goINg TO?" adam diRtPassIon AsKed hiM, "I doN'T thInk so."

EvEn the mookS baCKed uP aWaY from JaMes, knowing thaT aS the direct MuRdeRer of ALEXandra he Was not going to live much loNGer. The mOokS are hEre tO be cannon FodDer, somEthINg they All kneW, but tHeY haD NO eartHLY dEsiRe To die as badLY As JAmes wAs HeadIng for.

"GEt the artifact!" Adam yELleD at the mooks, "GeT it WhilE jAmEs iS
 one taken care of beforehe can cau se an y p rob le ms." 

"Y ou really don' t  thi nk it is going to be t hat e as y , do yo u?" R eizvoll e  a s k edhi minan ar ousin g m anner,"He is the  he ro  of the stor y ,after all. "
"Watch him s urv ive th is ,"J amessai d, fi ring t w o shot s at JimSt a lin, " D ie!"

" P l ea se,"  Jim said, "You d i dn ' t even hit me. "

Jam es lo o k edathis gun an dmades ure itf ir e d .  It did and he wa s sure hisa imwas go od . H e  growl ed an dw ent  over to Ji m St alin andput th e  barrel of thegun up  to  St alin ' sfo reh ea d . H e  w asn otreally t hi nk ing s trai g h t at t his  poi nt. I f he was he w oul d ha v e l ooked  at t he d us t jac ket an d see nthat Jim's name  was  mentione d t he remu ltipl e  times  an d h is wasnot men t ion ed a t  a ll.

"Pull the tri gg e r ,"  Jim dar ed him ,  s ta r ing himin  th e ey e s , "Yo u do n 't  have th e ball s !" 
"You wo n' t have  a nyeit her!" Jame s yell ed, gett ing i r rationally ang r y at the futi l it y of hispos ition, "Wha t di d  you  dot oget thisimmor ta l  s t atus?"

"Easy," Jim  s aid, " I'm t he hero of th e story. I t h ought yo u kn e wt hat."

This an swerpissed Jam e s off ev en fa rther. H e raisedt h e weapon  ag ain  an d p u l le d the trigger , abou ttwo mil lim eters f rom  Ji m's  he ad . Jim clo sed hisey es  t opro tectf rom what  h e k ne w w as ab o ut tohappe n. J am es Mic kenbach e r' s gunex pl oded  wh en  he p ulle d  th e trigg er, sendi ngp iece sba ckwards  into the min or  villain's  h and  and b o d y. Jim,of course, was not touc h ed by a nyt hingmore  than a s upe rficia l w o und fr om the  expl od ing g unpow d e r. 

" Ni ce," Reizv o l lesaidal luri ngly, " Thank you for a co m ple tely pointles s d ispl a y ,Jam e s. " 

" Ad a m!" J ames exclaimed,  "Why don' ty ou  try it?""An dend updead as  fast as you' re goingto?" Adam  D irtp a s sio n asked hi m, "I do n't think so."Ev en th e m ooks b ac ked  up a way fr o m J ames,  knowi ng  thatas th edirect m urderer of Alexandra he  was n ot go ing  to livemuc h  lo nger. The  moo ks are her e t o b e can non fodde r, s o me thi n g the y al l  knew, bu t  t hey h ad  no earthly d e sir e todie as bad ly a s James was headi n g for.

"Get t he a r t ifa ct! "  Ada myelled at themoo ks , "Get itwh ile James i s
 one_taken care_of before he can_cause any_problems."

"You_really don't_think_it is going_to be that_easy, do you?" Reizvolle_asked him in_an_arousing manner, "He is the hero of the story, after all."

"Watch him survive this,"_James_said, firing_two_shots_at Jim Stalin, "Die!"

"Please," Jim_said, "You didn't even hit_me."

James looked_at his gun and made sure it fired._It_did and he_was sure his aim was good. He growled and_went over to Jim Stalin and_put the barrel_of_the_gun up to Stalin's_forehead. He was not really thinking_straight at this point. If he_was he would have looked at the_dust jacket and seen that Jim's_name was mentioned there multiple_times and_his was not mentioned at_all.

"Pull the trigger,"_Jim dared_him, staring him_in the eyes, "You don't have_the balls!"

"You won't_have any either!" James yelled, getting_irrationally_angry at the_futility_of_his position,_"What did you_do_to get_this_immortal status?"

"Easy," Jim said, "I'm the_hero_of the story. I thought you knew_that."

This answer pissed James_off_even farther. He raised_the weapon again and pulled_the trigger, about two millimeters from_Jim's head._Jim closed_his eyes to protect from what he knew was about to_happen. James Mickenbacher's gun exploded when_he pulled the trigger,_sending pieces_backwards_into the minor_villain's_hand and_body. Jim, of course, was not touched_by anything_more than a superficial wound from_the exploding gunpowder.

"Nice," Reizvolle_said_alluringly, "Thank you for a completely_pointless display, James."

"Adam!" James exclaimed, "Why_don't you try it?"

"And end_up_dead_as fast as you're going_to?" Adam Dirtpassion asked him, "I_don't think so."

Even_the mooks backed up away from James,_knowing_that as the direct murderer of_Alexandra_he was not going to live_much_longer._The mooks are here to_be cannon fodder, something they all_knew, but they had no earthly desire to die_as badly as_James was heading for.

"Get the_artifact!"_Adam_yelled at the mooks, "Get it while James is