The Destroyer - 126 - The Destroyer 126 - Air Raid by Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir

Author:Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir [Murphy, Warren & Sapir, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pulp Action
ISBN: 9780373632411
Publisher: PINNACLE BOOKS
Published: 2002-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Remo blinked. The twin doors into the control room were no longer closed. The clear panes had been pried apart. A narrow gap opened into the room beyond.

A weathered face appeared in the narrow opening. Chiun's worried expression changed to a look of agitation.

"Remo, act your age," the Master of Sinanju admonished. "It is unseemly for the Transitional Reigning Master of Sinanju to be stomping around in rain puddles."

With that, Chiun disappeared.

Above Remo, the nozzles switched on. It no longer mattered. Remo was already gone.

He took a running leap over the collapsed roof. "Banzai!" he yelled as he dove over the twisted debris and through the open door. His palms hit the floor in the small control room and he flipped up and over, landing on the soles of his smoking loafers. "Tah-da!" he announced, throwing his arms out wide.

Amanda was standing next to the Master of Sinanju. Rather than be impressed, she wore a frightened expression.

The instant Remo hit the floor, the Master of Sinanju jumped forward, tapered fingernails flashing out like deadly knife blades.

"What are you doing?" Remo asked, twisting away.

"Stay still, imbecile!" Chiun barked.

Like a demented tailor, the old man attacked Remo's steaming T-shirt. The cotton sheered away in long strips. As it fell to the floor, the acid continued to chew at the material.

Once the shirt was gone, Chiun sliced off the growing holes at Remo's knees. He came away with two circles of cloth with widening holes at the center. He threw them to the floor with the steaming T-shirt strips.

When Chiun at last stood back, Remo looked down on his tattered outfit. He was shirtless with two holes in his knees and a pair of smoking loafers. He glanced sheepishly at the Master of Sinanju.

"You think maybe you could skip over this part in the Sinanju Scrolls?" he asked.

"If not for the ever vigilant eyes of my dead ancestors, I would be tempted to throw out the entire chronicle of your apprenticeship and claim the records were lost when you burned down my house," Chiun replied thinly.

"That sounds like a no," Remo sighed. "And I didn't burn down our house."

Scuffing his soles on the concrete floor to remove the excess acid, he turned his attention to Amanda.

She stood panting near the door. Beyond, the storm still raged in the greenhouse.

"I-I can't believe this," Amanda stammered.

"Yeah, my boss has tried to kill me a couple of times, too," Remo commiserated. "If he's thinking of making it a regular thing, I'd ask for a raise and a better parking space. Say, you wouldn't have a spare shirt around here?"

Amanda glanced at him. "Oh," she said. "There might be some clothes in the offices."

She pressed a button on the control panel and the outer doors hissed open. In a daze, she headed into the hallway. Chiun followed her out.

Remo cast a final glance into the greenhouse.

The storm was powering down. The electricity had been cut to the lightning and the fans. Only a little liquid still drizzled from the overhead nozzles.

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