Andrea Anders all but lunged for the phone when it rang.

"Hello?"

"Andrea?" came the rich, smooth, baritone voice she had been waiting to hear on the other end.

She sighed quietly.

"Francisco, where are you?"

"That doesn't matter. I need you to listen."

Andrea's friend, Mary Goodnight, came to her side.

"No matter what happens, I want you to promise me that you'll do what you know is best for you."

"What do you mean? Are you all right, Francisco?"

"I'm fine. Please just promise me."

Andrea glanced at Mary, confused at her lover's behavior.

"Francisco,-"

"Promise me," Francisco Scaramanga insisted.

"I promise."

Scaramanga sighed softly in relief.

"Thank you. I love you, Andrea."

"I love you, too, Francisco. Please just come home."

There was a brief pause.

"Goodbye."

Scaramanga hung up and walked out of the phone booth in Bangkok, China. He pulled up the collar of his coat, pushed his hat down so most of his face was hidden, and walked away, quickly disappearing in the crowded street.

*********

KBG leader Bruce Taylor stood looking out the window of his hotel room.

"Good evening," said a deep voice behind him.

He whirled around to face a tall man in a long coat and hat, most of his face hidden by his coat collar and hat.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"It doesn't matter who I am or how I got in here. What does matter is that you won't be leaving here alive."

Bruce paled some.

"Who paid you to kill me?"

A mirthless and slightly eerie chuckle came from the man, and Bruce wondered if the man was completely sane.

"No one paid me. This is personal. You took something very precious to me away."

"What did I take? Who are you?!"

The man took off his hat and coat, and Bruce knew he had seen this man before but couldn't remember when or where.

"I am Francisco Scaramanga. You murdered my family ten years ago."

Bruce then found himself looking down the slim barrel of a small, golden gun.

"You took my wife and children away from me, and now, you're going to pay the price."

*********

Okay, you're probably saying, or thinking, "What the heck?! What happened to cause this?" At least something along those lines. Well, to find that out, we need to go back two weeks to when the man with the golden gun's hunt for Bruce Taylor began.