Destroyer 078 by Blue Smoke & Mirrors

Author:Blue Smoke & Mirrors
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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blue smoke and mirrors? I do not remember you saying 'blue smoke, mirrors, and strings.' What

kind of string is employed?"

"What's he jabbering about?" Robin asked Remo.

"Look, let's save this for our old age, shall we?" Remo said. He turned to Chiun. "You say

the Krah-seevah's inside? Fine. Let's dig him out and we'll sort out the pieces later."

Robin Green opened her mouth to say something, but her gaze was caught by something

above and behind them. Her mouth froze in the open position.

Remo and Chiun turned just in time to see the Krahseevah's featureless face emerge from the

stucco wall above their heads.

Robin sent two rounds into its face. Two spiderweb holes shattered the textured stucco. The face

stucco wall above their heads.

Robin sent two rounds into its face. Two spiderweb holes shattered the textured stucco. The face

withdrew.

"It's on the second floor," she yelled.

Remo grabbed her gun.

"No wild shooting," he hissed. "We don't know if there are still people up there."

"Not after your friend, the Eastern earthquake, started in on this place," Robin said.

"I resent that," Chiun said.

"Both of you just put it away. C'mon, let's hit the second floor."

They went in together. The lobby was deserted. At Remo's suggestion, they split up. Robin

followed him up a flight of stairs. Chiun took the elevator.

They reached the second floor simultaneously. Virtually every door was wide open, thanks to

the mass evacuation caused by Chiun's attempt to bring the hotel down around the

Krahseevah's head.

"This should be easy," Remo said as he passed from door to door.

"Look," Robin put in, pointing to a closed door. "Care to bet if he's in that room?"

"You're covered," Remo said. "Come on."

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"Can I have my weapon back?" Robin whispered as they closed in on the door.

"No," Remo and Chiun said in different degrees of vehemence.

Rair Brashnikov knew he had a problem. He could easily slip out of the hotel in his

incorporeal state, but he could not drive off without turning off the suit. He knew from his

experiences with the white man and the little Oriental that they were more than human. It was very

strange. They possessed no electronic augmentation, but they did things no human could possibly

accomplish. They would follow him no matter where he went, tireless and inexhaustible-which

was more than Rair could say for the battery pack that powered his vibration suit. It was

advertised as a sixty-month battery, good for over five hundred cold cranking amps for all-

weather starts. But that guarantee held only if it was hooked up to a car. The suit usually

drained it after twelve hours' continuous use.

There was only one thing to do. He turned off the suit and picked up the room telephone. He hit the outside-line

button, and got a dial tone. Quickly Brashnikov dialed the Soviet-embassy number he had carefully committed to

memory now that it represented his ultimate trump card in the game of espionage.

The phone rang. Once, twice. Then the door crashed open and Rair Brashnikov reached for

the belt rheostat, steeling himself for the ordeal of fiberoptic cable teleportation.

They all saw the Krahseevah, his outline sharp and clear, poised, receiver in hand.

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