9 years ago, the world was in terror of two men, Dakr, and The Knife, two men, one would be married and who would have a child but wouldn't be able to look after it, a child called Francisco Scaramanga, but back to the story, Assassins who would try to assassinate someone on the day of the double crosss. They had everything planned out, they were going to assassinate the president when he returned that day from Cuba. They were going to sniper him when he drove by in the car, but there was a double crosss. Dakr was kicked in the back by The Knife, he fell off the edge, hanging on with his hands to the ledge.
"Help me!" He shouted in his Russian-Korean accent,
"Not this time!" Shouted the knife and he toook out hhis trade mark weapon, a cheese wire coated blade penknife, he put the blade out and made a swipe for his neck, but he missed and cut off his right hand, Dakr was shocked, his best friend had cut off his hand, he was so shocked he fell, he fell down and landed in a flower bush, the president had been suspecting an attack, and disguised ambulance, lookinng like an ice cream van, had paramedics hiding in it, when they saw the body they ran out and did what they could but it looked like he was going to die, he said what he thought would be the last thing he ever said,
"The key is BLIND!"

ONE OLD FRIEND DESERVES ANOTHER