The Man From U.N.C.L.E: Foul Play

Prologue

January 1965
Joseph Parker's Pov
"Hello Joseph," one of the men from the bank said.
"Hello," I replied, "how are you?"
"Father," my twenty one year old daughter, Shannon, said, "who are these people?"
"Shannon," I said, "could you please go outside?"
"Yes father," Shannon replied. She stood up out of her chair. As she walked towards the door she bumped into one of the three men of the room. As she walked out the door the man turned his head and checked out her rear. I cleared my throat turning his attention back to me. One of the other men closed the door.
"What do you bastards want?" I asked, "I payed you all...this is against the law you know. You work for the bank...aren't you men supposed to be good?"
"There is about to be a big drop in the stock market here in Ireland," a man said, "we need to money...and you know how powerful we are anyways."
"I payed you," I replied, "what else do you want?"
"More money," the man replied, "enough to support us."
"What about all of these other families?" I asked, "I have a daughter..."
"We could arrange for her to stay with us," the man that had checked her out suggested.
"You boys must be kidding," I said, "I am aware that I am rich...but don't think I'm going to let you get away with this...there must be something we can work out."
"No way, Parker," one of the men said.
Then in the blink of an eye I heard a loud noise, a gunshot. And that's when everything went black.