The Destroyer - 48 - The Destroyer 048 - Profit Motive 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: 2010-03-19T14:52:10+00:00

Chapter Eight

Re­mo walked up the steps of the pri­vate twen­ty-​seater jet, with Chi­un and Re­va Bleem fol­low­ing him. Os­car, the chauf­feur, was su­per­vis­ing the load­ing of Chi­un’s trunks and Re­va’s pack­aged liquors in­to the hold of the plane.

As Re­mo stopped just in­side the door­way at the head of the ramp, he felt Chi­un sud­den­ly brush by him, the breeze of his robe waft­ing past Re­mo’s face. He knew where Chi­un was go­ing-​to the seat he al­ways took on planes, on the left-​hand side, di­rect­ly over the wing.

He saw Chi­un walk down the aisle be­tween the emp­ty seats and could al­most feel him chuck­ling at get­ting his fa­vorite seat. And just be­cause it an­noyed him, Re­mo dove across the rows of seats on the left-​hand side of the plane, like a swim­mer mak­ing a rac­ing start in­to an Olympic pool. Down three rows he skid­ded, then dug in with the toe of his foot against the back of one of the seats and pushed for­ward again. He turned his body in the air and wound up sit­ting in the seat over the wing.

He looked up the aisle at Chi­un, who was walk­ing to­ward him, but with­out a hint of ex­pres­sion, the Ori­en­tal sat in a seat on the right side of the plane. Re­va Bleem still stood in the door­way, look­ing at both of them. Re­mo heard Chi­un chor­tle, “Heh, heh.”

“Some­thing fun­ny, Chi­un?” Re­mo asked smug­ly. He knew how an­noyed Chi­un must be that Re­mo had his seat.

“Heh, heh, heh.”

“What is worth three heh’s?” Re­mo asked. “I was just think­ing of how pre­dictably fool­ish you are,” Chi­un said. “You thought I want­ed that seat, and so you plop your big fat white body down the plane like a fly­ing squir­rel to try to de­prive me of it. But I knew you would do that. And I laugh be­cause I did not want that seat. In air­craft like this one, I like this seat. I like to be on this side of the plane. Now, don’t you feel like an im­be­cile, Re­mo? Aren’t you even a lit­tle bit an­noyed that I find you such a cause for amuse­ment? Heh, heh, heh. Who would want to sit on that side of the plane?” Re­mo saw the old Ori­en­tal’s eyes on him, lit­tle laugh Un­es wrin­kled in the cor­ners as he chuck­led.

“Heh, heh, heh.”

“Good,” Re­mo said. “I’m glad you got the seat you want be­cause this is the one I want.”

“It is yours, Re­mo. Take root in it. I have the seat I want,” Chi­un said.

Os­car, the chauf­feur, came up the gang­plank of the plane and went for­ward in­to the pi­lot’s cab­in. The door closed be­hind Re­va Bleem, and al­most in­stant­ly the jet be­gan taxi­ing away from the hangar.

Re­mo want­ed to be alone with his thoughts, but a few mo­ments af­ter the plane lift­ed off, he was alone with Re­va Bleem.

“Do you two al­ways ar­gue over air­plane seats?” she asked as she sat next to Re­mo.

“No. Seat­ing’s not im­por­tant. Not to me any­way.”

“Nor to me,” Chi­un called out from across the aisle.

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