Chapter 1

John F. Kennedy was sitting in his office. It was a torrential downpour outside, and almost midnight. The rain was falling fast and hard. And John… heard something. Something that did not want to be heard. He whipped out his pistol, the one with the word "Betsy" inscribed on the side, and took one shot at his 7-o'-clock.

He turned to see a hooded man, clad in black, with a large and quite recent bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. John knew he was already successful, but he took another shot to be sure. With another bang, the opponent's heart and trachea ruptured.

All three, Kennedy thought.

He'd incapacitated all three organs required to make sure a wizard is dead. As blood flowed over a badge denoting a special division of the Ministry of Magic, the body collapsed onto the floor. Being President of the United States was hard, but JFK was harder. John giggled to himself at this, since it sounded like a joke about erections.

The CIA officers, having been observing via CCTV, proceeded in once they were sure the wizard sent to kill Kennedy was dead, and cleaned up the mess.

The wizards will die soon enough, Kennedy thought.

Soon, they'll all be dead.