The Destroyer - 35 - The Destroyer 035 - Last Call by Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir

Author:Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir [Murphy, Warren & Sapir, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pulp Action
Publisher: PINNACLE BOOKS
Published: 2010-03-19T14:53:29+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“I’ll tell you, Smit­ty, you’re run­ning some op­er­ation here,” Re­mo said. “World War III is get­ting un­der­way all be­cause of you and where are you? Out on a golf course and you leave Ru­by around to run things.”

The faintest flick­er of an un­ac­cus­tomed smile bright­ened Smith’s face for a mil­lisec­ond.

“Ru­by is a prize,” he said. “I don’t know how I did this job all these years with­out a good num­ber two.”

“She’s a num­ber two all right,” Re­mo said. “She’s a shit. She spends all her time yelling at me.”

“Not so loud, Re­mo,” Smith said. “She’ll hear you.”

Re­mo glanced to­ward the closed door of the of­fice, dread­ing the pos­si­bil­ity that it might just burst open and Ru­by would march in, as­sail­ing his eardrums with her earth­mover voice.

“Yes, Re­mo, not so loud,” said Chi­un. “She might hear you.”

Re­mo whis­pered. “I liked it bet­ter when it was just you,” he said to Smith.

“I didn’t think I would ev­er hear you say that,” Smith said.

“Em­per­or,” Chi­un said, “Re­mo has noth­ing but the high­est re­gard for you. He of­ten tells me this, that he would work for no one but you at these wages.”

Smith rec­og­nized the start of a pitch for more mon­ey and in­ter­rupt­ed quick­ly.

“You’re both go­ing to Eng­land,” he said. “I want you to get in close and pro­tect that Rus­sian am­bas­sador.”

“I should think you’d be wor­ry­ing about the Rus­sian pre­mier in­stead,” Re­mo said.

“I am, but I can’t get per­mis­sion to send you to Rus­sia,” Smith said.

“And you have per­mis­sion to send us to Eng­land?” Re­mo said.

“Not ex­act­ly. But I can get you to Eng­land.”

“You can get us to At­lantic City, too,” Re­mo said. “Why not send us there? They’ve got casi­no gam­bling now.”

“Or Spain,” Chi­un said. “Spain is nice in the spring. And a Mas­ter of Sinan­ju has not been in Spain since the time of El Cid. I think the Span­ish could prob­ably use us well. The Span­ish were al­ways good.”

“Eng­land,” Smith said.

Re­mo looked at Chi­un. “When­ev­er we’re sup­posed to go some­place, you al­ways want to go to Per­sia for mel­ons,” he said. “Why all of a sud­den Spain?”

“Be­cause Per­sia is now Iran and the mel­ons are no longer any good and we tried work­ing for the Per­sians and they are id­iots,” Chi­un said. “I thought you and I might look around in Spain. El Cid was re­al­ly very good. Un­til Sinan­ju went to work for him, he could do noth­ing right, but then we straight­ened things out for him and he chased out the Arabs. We made him a star.”

“I don’t be­lieve it,” Re­mo said. “Charl­ton He­ston would nev­er have any­thing to do with the House of Sinan­ju.”

Chi­un ig­nored that. “We gave him Va­len­cia,” he said.

“Sure,” said Re­mo.

“We made him what he is to­day,” Chi­un said.

“He’s dead,” Re­mo said.

“Ex­act­ly,” said Chi­un. “A ter­ri­ble tragedy.”

Re­mo turned back to Smith. “That means El Cid tried to stiff the House of Sinan­ju on their fee, and they turned on him. You bet­ter make sure that Thanks­giv­ing ship­ment of gold to Sinan­ju is nev­er late.

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