Destroyer 050 by Killing Time

Author:Killing Time
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Remo had been talking to himself for the past ten minutes. Chiun was in the room with him, the same bedroom where

Remo and Posie had discovered one another, but the old man was on a different plane. He sat on the floor in ful lotus, his

middle fingers and thumbs pressed together as he chanted Korean mantras in a low buzz. The only response Remo

could get out of him were variations in the buzz. Intense buzzes signaled disagreements with Remo's seemingly

solitary arguments. Chiun, Remo knew, was not about to dignify Remo's presence with words. Being a hero had

could get out of him were variations in the buzz. Intense buzzes signaled disagreements with Remo's seemingly

solitary arguments. Chiun, Remo knew, was not about to dignify Remo's presence with words. Being a hero had

relegated him to the dungheap of Chiun's emotional backyard in the first place. And, judging from the frenzy of the

buzzes, Chiun wasn't that crazy about his new proposition, either.

"It's an assignment, Little Father," he pleaded, holding out the white toga toward the old

man, who continued to buzz serenely. "!t doesn't mean anything. We'l wear them on top of

our clothes."

There was a quick snort to assert Chiun's views on the idea, folowed by the same low

Korean buzz. The old man's eyes were closed.

"The ceremony's going to start any minute, and

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Foxx is primed. He knows we're on to him, and he's scared. If he's going to do something

stupid, now's the time he'l do it."

Chiun rol ed his eyes and continued to buzz.

"He'l send a message to somebody or move something, or talk to somebody in the place. I

tel you, he's going to show his colors."

Chiun's face squeezed together in fury as the buzz pitched into a shriek and broke off. "As

you showed your colors?" he burst out, unable to contain himself any longer. "As you duped

those lunatics into believing you were a hero for executing a second-year exercise, while the

feats of the Master of Sinanju were attributed to a couple of cretins wearing bath towels?"

"They're not towels," Remo explained, holding out the garments in his hands. "They're

togas. The Roman senators used to wear them."

"And people voted for them? Were they nudists?"

"Everybody wore them."

"Who?" Chiun demanded. "No self-respecting person would don such a degenerate-looking

thing."

"Lots of people did. Aristotle wore one."

"Never heard of him," Chiun sniffed. "A charlatan."

"He was one of the most famous philosophers of al time."

"Did he speak of the beauty of the shores of Sinanju?"

"Well, not exactly. . . . "

"Then he is a charlatan. Everyone knows all true philosophers are Korean."

"Okay," Remo sighed. He searched his mind for another toga wearer. "I've got it. Julius Caesar wore one. He

was a great emperor."

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Chiun pouted. "Who cares what white men wear?"

"Just put it on. We can't get into the ceremony without them."

Reluctantly, Chiun took it from Remo's outstretched hands. "I wil wear this shameful garment

on one condition," he said.

"Yeah?" Remo asked hopeful y. "What is it?"

"That you tel these fools gathered here that it was! who performed the double-spiral air blow

that sent the two degenerate ones into the heavens.

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