The End of the World by Warren Murphy

Author:Warren Murphy [Murphy, Warren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

WHEN REMO GOT BACK TO THE Valu-Rest, Chiun was lying on the bed, pale, trembling, and looking as if he were near death.

“Little father,” Remo said, kneeling beside him but sensing the con that he was sure was coming. "You look like you ran out of quarters for the Magic Fingers."

“You were gone for so long that I despaired of ever seeing you again,” Chiun said. “There was no one to care for this old man.”

“I was gone for six hours,” Remo said.

“Discarded like an old baccala. An unwanted cod fish. A—”

“Okay,” Remo said. “What is it you want?”

Chiun leaped out of bed. “Come. This is truly beyond belief.”

They got into the car Remo had rented. “A hideous affront,” Chiun said as they drove deep into the desert. “A vile manifestation. An unspeakable horror.”

“A half a tank of gas,” Remo said. “That’s how far away this place is. How’d you get out here, anyway?”

“It is not so far.”

“You didn’t walk, did you?”

Chiun did not answer. Instead, he looked up at Remo and blinked wearily. “I was alone,” he squeaked. “I had to improvise.”

Just then a plane swooped low overhead. From its exhaust issued a white contrail used for skywriting.

“Look, there’s a message,” Remo said. “C… H… ” He narrowed his eyes. “CHIUN RULES,” he read. “You rented that plane.”

Chiun shrugged. “Emperor Smith has more than enough resources to pay for my passage. And the pilot didn't even demand gold."

“And the showboating message.”

“A small thing. I was lonely.”

“You’re never lonely.”

“I was bored?” Chiun asked.

Remo didn’t answer. They drove in silence, while Remo tried to digest what he had learned.

Fact One: The image that Coggins had seen on his monitor at the White Sands Missile Base was a graphic code for the mathematical sequence that had launched the three drones from a remote location and blown up the control tower.

Fact Two: Since that explosion, two other missile bases, in Iraq and in western China, had also self-destructed.

Fact Three: Evan Davis, computer nerd extraordinaire, had been involved in some secret program for a year or more, which he claimed would bring about world peace. The phrase world peace, Remo knew, usually meant some kind of lunatic left-wing involvement in violence, murder, and war.

Fact Four: Both Davis and an expert in Mayan history had been ritually murdered.

Since none of the three missile bases had any connection with the others, did that mean this was just the beginning of a major onslaught against the world. Could it be that the Mayans were right and the end was nigh?

And a possible Fact Five: According to Coggins, more than one computer had been necessary to pull off the explosions. At least five, he had said. Five computers working in tandem with the numbers used in the launch sequence for each “accidental” detonation.

There was also an indisputable Fact Six. Cizin, the Mayan god of stinkiness, was a myth and had nothing to do with what was going on. Nothing. Period.

“What’s that?” Remo asked an hour later. The

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.