Destroyer 022 by Brain Drain

Author:Brain Drain
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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"Look, look! There is Clark Clable."

"His name is not Clark Clable, Chiun. It's Clark Gable. With a G."

"Look, look! There is Clark Gable."

"It's not Clark Gable," Remo said. "Clark Gable is dead."

"You just told me it was Clark Gable."

"I told you his name was Clark Gable," said Remo as he felt the sands of reasoned

discourse slowly sift away from under his feet.

"If his name is Clark Gable, isn't that the same as being Clark Gable?" Chiun asked.

"Please eat your rice," said Remo.

"I will. I will. I will do anything rather than speak to a person who lies to me."

He raised a spoonful of rice to his mouth, then dropped the spoon on his plate.

131"Look, look! There is Barbra Streisand." Chiun's voice was more excited than Remo

had ever heard it before. His right index finger trembled as it pointed across the room.

Remo followed the direction of the finger.

"Chiun, that's a waitress, for Christ's sake."

"As you often say, so what? Maybe Barbara Streisand has a new job."

"Waitressing in her spare time?"

"Why not?" asked Chiun. "Remember you this, white man. There is no glory in any

job; there is glory only in the person who works in that job, no matter how slight it

might seem. Not all can be assassins." He looked again at the girl in the black waitress

uniform who stood across the room, totalling up a check. "That is Barbra Streisand," he

said with finality.

"Go ask her to sing for you," said Remo disgustedly. He felt rather than heard or saw Chiun move away

and when he turned back, the old man was walking slowly toward the waitress. It had been like this for two

days. Chiun, noble and venerable master of the ancient and illustrious House of Sinanju, was star-struck. It

started in the airport when he thought he saw Johnny Mack Brown pushing a broom. In the cab, he

thought the driver was Ramon Navarro. He was convinced that the desk clerk at the Sportsmen's Lodge

where they were staying was Tony Randall, and finally, he had accused Remo of maliciously attempting to

deprive an old man of a few moments of joy by denying who all these people were.

Since Barbara Streisand was the great unrequited love of Chiun's life, Remo did not want to watch the

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waitress's putdown. It would be too painful. He turned and looked out the window at the small trout stream

which meandered between the restaurant and the main building of the lodge, less' than a hundred feet

from a major highway in a concrete-smothered section of Hollywood.

Remo wondered when Mr. Gordons -would come after them. It was bad enough dealing

with a man who could have an edge through surprise. But Mr. Gordons wasn't a man; he

was a self re-creating android who was an assimilator. He could assume any shape. He

could be the beds in their room; he could be the chair Remo sat in. These things were not

beyond Gordons' abilities.

And worse, Chiun didn't seem to care, resolutely refusing to admit that Had Hex was in

any way connected with Mr. Gordons.

Remo's inspection of the trout

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