The Destroyer 006 - Death Therapy

No, not a bet at great odds. Rather, a .357 Magnum
bullet. A high-powered projectile beautifully
designed to do a specific job very efficiently.
Blam! Another shot, and Remo realized that he was
on the short end of a zeroing-in process. What a
way to spoil a guy's day off at the golf course!
He charged toward the sound of the rifle-fire.
First straight and fast, then sideways without
changing direction...and another bullet whizzed
past. Stop, slow roll to the right, leading the
marksman. From right to left, dodging, weaving,
swerving, travelling the fairway like a crazed
pin-ball; closing the distance between himself and
the sniper. Then he saw him. Them! Three face-
blackened commando-types, paratroop boots and
dull-green uniforms. Wow, just like a James Bond
movie!
Later, after messing up the greensward a bit, Remo
called his chief to report that CURE, their secret
organization, was no longer secret. And perhaps
the Destroyer was getting too popular after all.