"I've been doing this for a long time. I think at this point I'm past trouble." James knew that when he first arrived at Inferno he just wanted to be a little troublemaker. He was out of control for the first couple of years and did some things that he wasn't proud of. All of it was just a cry for help or at least that's what his stupid ass psychiatrist told him. Thank God that none of them were setting their eyes on him. James was glad that he wasn't the center of everyone's attention. He wasn't some pet project or a broken toy that needed to be fixed.
"You know, when they first start you in this "program" they don't really give a shit about your fighting skills or whether or not you can throw a punch. It's actually kind of crazy how so many supers aren't even field trained. Some people don't even go out but they're still called agents. It's kind of funny." James didn't live that kind of life - he wanted to go on missions because only then could he use his powers the way he wanted to.
"Hand to hand combat? When you can literally make a wall of fire some handlers thing fighting is pointless but luckily mine wasn't that kind of a jackass." The handler that James grew up with cared about James' battle structure and he thought it was wise to train James in other things besides his powers.
"So, are we just punching the bag or did you want to see if you could punch me?" James took the tape but he knew there were gloves and equipment they could use if they wanted to use themselves at the bag and not just some swinging one.