Number Two by Warren Murphy

Author:Warren Murphy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: assassination, obama, white house, first lady, cure, presidential assassination, fast and furious, chiun, remo williams, sinanju, flotus, the adventure begins, the destroyer
Publisher: Warren Murphy Media LLC

CHAPTER SIX

Remo parked across the street from the small brownstone on a side street in the Foggy Bottom area of DC. The structure seemed a throwback to an older, more sophisticated Washington, dwarfed by the taller office buildings surrounding it.

Remo looked up and down the street. To the east were the offices of the President and Vice President and beyond those, the White House. Remo wondered how many great Presidents and great politicians and statesmen had passed along this street. He knew the area had not been built up way back then, but Abraham Lincoln might have stood right where he was standing now. He could almost feel the echoes of greatness.

And then he thought of the grifters and the sleazy political thieves who had walked here since and the echoes of greatness faded away. It was a different country now…a what's-in-it-for-me country…but maybe, just maybe, one day the greatness would return. Remo did not believe it but it was nice to think about.

He stood in the lobby. He scanned the offices listed there. What was he looking for? Yenta. No Yenta listed.

Off to his right, a dirty plate glass window had a sign propped up in it:

PECAN HEADQUARTERS.

The main office door was propped open. Cheap metal chairs and folding tables stacked with papers ringed three sides of the room. Along the fourth, a battered desk with a computer and a file cabinet vied for space alongside two women sprawled on swivel chairs, lazily fanning themselves with leaflets.

"Not too busy, ladies?" Remo called, sauntering in.

"Never for you, sweetheart." She was a sturdy black woman with a wonderfully warm smile, a full figure that looked as if she had not forgotten how to exercise, and she grinned at Remo appreciatively, even as sweat ran down her dark face. "Pull up a chair. If I can't help you, maybe you can help me?" She winked.

Remo smiled in response. This happened a lot, ever since he had become Sinanju. Chiun had said women naturally reacted to a healthy male by wishing to mate with him and since Masters achieved near perfection, women were going to be that much more persistent. Later Remo learned to control the pheromones that drew women to him, but there were always a few who were very attuned to them.

He looked toward the other woman. She was in her early twenties, her straight blond bangs falling over her chunky black glasses and what you could see of her eyes showed them gleaming with the fervor of the very very very young activist. She held herself ramrod straight, even while seated, and glared at Remo as if he were responsible for all the injustice in the world.

"We're usually much busier," she said. "But our air conditioner is broken and it's wrong to expect the residentially-challenged to put up with these conditions."

"So this is a homeless shelter?" Remo looked around. No beds. The blond rolled her eyes.

"Of course not," she snapped. "We are here to help our fresh air brothers and sisters claim what is theirs.

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