Destroyer #100: Last Rites by Warren Murphy

Author:Warren Murphy
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Remo found that by pretending to sleep all the way from Tokyo to Honolulu, the geisha-style flight attendants of the JAL flight kept their hands to themselves.

It was hard not to sleep. He felt like he had circumnavigated the planet at a dead run.

When the plane landed in Honolulu, they bowed him out of the cabin, and when Remo neglected to bow back, ambulances had to be summoned when it was discovered that the flight attendants had all repaired to the gallery and tried to sever their wrist arteries with knives.

Since all the cutlery available to them were butterknives, there were no deaths and only minor stitches were needed.

Remo and Chiun were entirely oblivious to this. Hawaiian girls had accosted them in the terminal, cooing "Aloha" and decorating their necks with sweet-smelling leis of pink carnations mixed with white-and-yellow ginger flowers.

When Remo said "Thanks" in a deliberately uninterested voice, they tried to anoint his face with kisses. When he evaded their lips, they removed their own leis and showed him their bountiful breasts.

That caught Remo's attention. The fact that these weren't technically stewardesses probably softened his attitude somewhat.

That and the fact he couldn't immediately recall if he had ever slept with a Hawaiian girl or not.

"How long are we staying in Hawaii?" he asked Chiun.

The Master of Sinanju passed among the grass skirts and bare breasts, and although he seemed to keep his hands to himself, the Hawaiian girls began grabbing at and covering their grass-covered bottoms as if spanked by unseen paddles.

"Hussies," he hissed. "Begone! And bother us no more."

"Hey!" Remo complained, watching six gorgeous pairs of breasts bounce out of his life. "What happened to me siring a son?"

"You have no intention of impregnating those flaunting ones," Chiun sniffed, moving on.

Reluctantly Remo followed. "How do you know?" he asked.

"You would only have held back your sperm."

"Maybe. But I seem to recall you were the one who taught me how."

They walked out of the terminal into the heavily moist and jasmine-scented air of Honolulu.

"So you didn't answer my question. How long are we going to be in Honolulu?"

"Ten, possibly twenty minutes."

Remo frowned. "That's not very long."

"It is long enough," said Chiun, gesturing for a cab. He was ignored. When Remo inserted two fingers into his mouth and whistled, a cab pulled up with alacrity.

"Long enough for what?" Remo asked dubiously, holding open the door for Chiun.

"Long enough to acquire a vessel worthy of conveying us to our destination."

Remo got in. The cab got going. "Which is what?"

"Which is a boat."

"I meant the destination, not the vessel. And where are we going that can be reached by boat?"

"When you have conveyed us there, you will know."

"Do you mean 'convey' as in 'get there by cab,' or 'convey' as in 'boat?'"

"You ask too many questions," said the Master of Sinanju, lapsing into silence.

Near the waterfront the Master of Sinanju left Remo to contemplate the blue Pacific, but as he waited, his attention was drawn to a bus-stop billboard advertising one of the summer's films.

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