The Destroyer - 56 - The Destroyer 056 - Encounter Group by Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir

Author:Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir [Murphy, Warren & Sapir, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pulp Action
ISBN: 0-7408-0579-7
Publisher: PINNACLE BOOKS
Published: 1984-07-20T23:00:00+00:00

The first thing Re­mo Williams no­ticed when he woke up was the smell.

“Cheez, Chi­un,” he said thick­ly. “What­ev­er crap you’re cook­ing is burn­ing.”

The room was silent. Re­mo sat up in bed, and the stiff­ness of his limbs and the slight peel­ing of the burned por­tions of his body both told him he had been asleep not for a few hours, but for at least a full day. Then he re­al­ized the aw­ful smell was com­ing from his own body.

Re­mo wiped a film of some greasy sub­stance off one leg. It looked like yel­lowed li­brary paste but smelled like a cheese dip whose prin­ci­pal in­gre­di­ents in­clud­ed year-​old fish­heads, sul­phur, and a smell he could not iden­ti­fy, but which he imag­ined tur­tle eggs smelled like af­ter be­ing buried for a thou­sand years.

Most of his body was cov­ered with the gunk. Re­mo rec­og­nized it as one of Chi­un’s Ko­re­an reme­dies. God alone knew what it was made from, and Re­mo pre­ferred that He keep the in­for­ma­tion to Him­self. Re­mo show­ered and dressed quick­ly.

It was on­ly af­ter he had dressed that Re­mo found Chi­un’s note, which was next to his bed, rolled up and tied with a green rib­bon. Re­mo un­did the rib­bon and read the scroll:

Re­mo, my son:

First, I for­give you for not telling me about the USO, whose im­por­tance to the House of Sinan­ju you may or may not have re­al­ized. Do not con­cern your­self that your ig­no­rance al­most pre­vent­ed the Mas­ter of Sinan­ju, who has trained you even though you are on­ly a white and of­ten un­grate­ful, from solv­ing one of the great­est mys­ter­ies of Sinan­ju and thus tak­ing his right­ful place in the archives as Chi­un, the Great Ex­plain­er. I am on my way to rem­edy your over­sight, so do not be con­cerned about this. In Sinan­ju, there can be no mis­takes, but on­ly de­tours along the path to a fi­nal goal.

By the time you read these words, Re­mo, my heal­ing balm will have done its work, and I will have tak­en the first steps to­ward ful­fill­ing my des­tiny. This is an im­por­tant thing, as you must re­al­ize by now, and a dan­ger­ous thing, which is why I must face this thing alone. For should any­thing hap­pen to me, you will be­come the reign­ing Mas­ter, even though you are white and al­most cost me this great op­por­tu­ni­ty. Do not look for me, Re­mo. My pil­grim­age may be a long one, and I will re­turn if it is willed by my an­ces­tors that I re­turn. And on that day I will ex­plain to you what you, in your ig­no­rance, did not re­al­ize, but for which I have, in my mag­na­nim­ity, for­giv­en you.

Know that I do not hold against you your in­abil­ity to keep your el­bow straight when thrust­ing. Viewed against all your oth­er in­ad­equa­cies, that fault is triv­ial.

Al­though the let­ter was in En­glish, the sig­na­ture was in Ko­re­an, and in­stead of putting his for­mal ti­tle, name, and sym­bol­ic chop at the bot­tom as he usu­al­ly did, the Mas­ter of Sinan­ju had signed the note sim­ply, “Chi­un.

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