The Primate with the Golden Gun



He had arrived on the island the day before, on a plane that ended up crashing in the ocean. He took out his pistol and started searching for his enemy. The trees were tall and were hiding his view. He didn’t know where he was going, not only because of the trees but because the plane crash caused him to hit his head hard against a piece of metal, causing him to forget everything, including his mission.


He eventually arrived at a cave. He entered it and he fell unconscious.


It was there he started remembering what his mission was. A week ago, he had been tasked by the Soviets with tracking him down and assassinating him. His target had previously assassinated a bunch of other soviet secret agents and it was up to Monke to stop him.


He woke up, and he was surrounded by dummies. Dummies used for target practice. Then, a voice was heard:


-”Comrade Monke!”


-”Who are you?”


-”You know who i am…”


Then a door opened and Monke rushed to it.


He came out of the weird room and saw a table with plates of food and bottles of wine on it. Then, he saw him. Dressed in a white tuxedo. He sat on the table and so did his enemy.


-”Comrade Monke. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Francisco Scaramonke. I work for MI6. Have some wine!”


-”You won’t get out of this one alive Francisco.”


-”Let’s see who will survive… But for now, let’s enjoy our meal.”


-”Why did you kill those agents Francisco?”


-”As I said, I work for MI6. I had been tasked with assassinating them. Not to say I didn't get lots of enjoyment from killing those soviet scum.”


-”They did nothing wrong, Francisco.”


-”They were soviets. And no soviet is innocent. I have an idea. How about instead of me killing you right away, we have a little shootout?”


-”Sure. But do me a favor. Leave me only one bullet”

-”But Comrade Monke! My multiple bullets against your one?”


-”I only need one…”


And so a gun fight was arranged. Monke hid behind a tree, and Francisco behind a crate.


Scaramonke got up and started shooting at Monke, while Monke peeked around, and shot at him, immediately getting the shot correct, and killing Francisco.


Monke returned to the USSR, where he was awarded a medal for killing Scaramonke.


And so he returned to his dacha, kissed his domestic canary goodnight, and fell asleep, awaiting his next mission.


The end of Scaramonke, but Comrade Monke will return!

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