They say a man's life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of three Colts. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Samuel underestimates my determination.
I have come too far and too long as Vampire Master to have a simple Hunter tell me what to do. I do not care; the way I see it, Book shall be mine. Now, if Samuel Colt does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again.
"You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will give me that Book today."