Warren Murphy Destroyer 134 Bloody Tourists

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weight of the bar carried it right out of the old man's fingers. The racket
was tremendous. By then taping had come to a stop and Producer-Director
Beerbelly Glosse was yelling about "a closed set" and "federal meddlers!"
"I see you are now abusing all the elderly, and not just me." Chiun had
slipped through the door of the old pig barn just before it slammed shut.
"I don't know what President Grom is up to, but he's sure telling a tall tale
about the U.S. using his island for target practice," Remo commented. "I
wonder why."
"There are many other questions one must ask at this time," Chiun said. "Why
did we come here? Why did we leave? What insidious plot do you conceal from
your Father-in-Spirit?"
Remo led them to the customized tour bus parked in the rear of the barn. The
engine was running, and a uniformed driver stretched out on the steps in the
open door. He smiled easily but made no move to get up.
"We need to check out the vehicle," Remo flipped out the badge and stalled on
the name and agency du jour. The driver waved the badge away.
"Whatever. Coffee's in the pot."
The driver scooted to one side so the Masters of Sinanju could use the steps.
Inside they gazed at a vast suite of living spaces created out of compact
furniture and built-in appointments.
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"Remo!" Chiun exclaimed. "What is this place?"
"The Lost Naugahyde Graveyard?"
"It is beautiful," Chiun enthused, strolling through a small parlor made by a
tight grouping of sofas. He descended a few steps into the media center with
theater seating and a huge, flat television display mounted in the wall. "Look
how carefully it is crafted! See how they have used the finest fabrics and
design to create compact living spaces inside a truck!"
"It's a sleazy Vegas hotel room on wheels," Remo said.
"No, it is a palace on wheels!"
Remo didn't like the sound of that one bit. "Help me look, will you?"
"How can I help when I do not know what I am looking for? This kitchen is a
miracle-small and yet complete down to the smallest detail. There is even a
warming drawer!"
"We eat rice, fish and more rice. What would we warm in a warming drawer?"
"The drawers are made with a tiny catch to keep them from sliding open while
the vehicle is in motion!"
"Wait," Remo said. He stopped and looked around the room. He sniffed. Chiun
creased his eyes at the young Master.
"Smell anything?" Remo asked.
"I smell a thousand aromas. I assume you smell something out of the
ordinary."
"Not yet, but I'll find it." He sniffed loudly.
"Pah. You smell like a horse-and I mean that in every sense," Chiun said.
"Tell me what we are attempting to locate, if sharing the secret is not too
troublesome."
"Well, I don't know exactly. Some sort of a drug or chemical or something that
would make people act crazy."
Chiun's white mouth drew up in a hard line. "As in violently maddened? Is that
why we are here, Remo, to hunt down the source of the tavern brawl troubles?"
"Yep. That's the reason."
"Why did not Emperor Smith inform me of this purpose?"
"Emperor Smith doesn't know we're here, okay?" Remo said. "It was my idea to
come here. I'm the one who started thinking that maybe this bunch of Caribbean
nincompoops was making all the bad stuff happen. The only person I told was
Prince Junior and only because I needed to get some of my facts straight."
Chiun nodded, uncharacteristically thoughtful. Remo tried to ignore him as he
opened cabinets and sniffed under coffee tables.
"What did the Prince Regent think of your deductions?"
"You know what he thought, Chiun! He thought-I was grasping at wild geese and
I am sure you do, too. So what do you say we skip all the sarcastic remarks
this time."
Remo felt the Master Emeritus watching him. The old man was just standing
there. Remo hated it when Chiun acted all quiet, as if pondering weighty
matters-such as the magnificence of the ignorance of the man who was now
Reigning Master.
"Well, like it or not, here we are," Remo announced finally. "So why don't you
humor me and see if you can find anything suspicious."
"Very well," Chiun replied quite agreeably.
For the next ten minutes they ransacked the customized touring bus and went
through the two bedrooms in the rear. They found prescription bottles, several
stocked liquor cabinets and a plastic bag of Mary Jane's Delight Brand Legal
Pipe-Blend. Even in a sealed plastic bag Remo could tell it was only catnip
and oregano.
"I do not believe we will find what you are seeking, my son," Chiun said as
they finished their rounds. Remo said nothing, just stood in the small dining
area with a realistic-looking electric-log fireplace. His freakishly thick
wrists twisted absently.
"Any bombs?" asked the driver with a smile as he strolled through the curtains
that partitioned off the driving area. He made for the kitchenette, where he [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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