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."Then you accept my theory."Remo threw up his hands."Does it matter? One of us got him.It's over.""It does matter," snapped Chiun."I got him.The glory is mine.And I wouldappreciate it if you kept your white mouth shut when I report my great victoryto the grateful Emperor Smith.""Whatever you say, Little Father," Remo said wearily.The Army Corps ofEngineers set off the last explosive charge, sending a smoking pile of debrisquaking into the air."Well, that's the end of Larryland," said Remo.He watched the mushrooming cloud of dirt and debris slowly lift, pause, thencollapse in on itself."And of the evil creature Gordons," added the Master of Sinanju."Thanks tome.""Are you going to start that again?" sighed Remo."Start what?" asked Dr.Harold W.Smith.He had flown in from New York topersonally oversee the operation.The Army thought he was a civilian attachedto the Environmental Protection Agency."Never mind," said Remo."A family quarrel.It's a shame to destroy Larrylandso soon.I never got to go on any of the rides.""Larryland was Mr.Gordons," said Smith."He had assimilated the entire park.That's why we're having it pulverized.You'll recall that as long as anyfunctioning piece of Gordons remains intact, he's capable of reconstructinghimself.""Chiun and I smashed every particle of Mr.Gordons' body," Remo assured him."No," said the Master of Sinanju stubbornly."Remo wasted his timedismembering a dummy.I obliterated the round sword of the Russians, whichtruly contained Gordons' wicked brain.""In any case," Smith went on, "destroying Larryland should put a period tothis whole affair.""Not to mention making certain that Gordons won't ever come back again," Remoadded."I think we can be assured of that this time," said Smith, watching the dustsettle over Larryland."What are you telling the Russians?" Remo asked him."Almost nothing.A low-level Soviet delegation is on its way to New York totake possession of the Yuri Gagarin and the bodies of its crew.The latter arein sealed caskets, of course.""I'd love to see the looks on their faces when you present them with the keysto a car wash." Remo chuckled.Smith ventured a rare smile."I would too.But I don't think they're going toask any questions.Not about the Sword of Damocles.They will assume that wehave it.That knowledge alone will inhibit them from deploying another.""What about the guy who owned Larryland?""He's undergoing extensive questioning.But I'm satisfied that his story ofbeing a dupe is genuine.""What will happen to him?""No charges will be filed," Smith said."But I imagine there will be lawsuitsonce the first symptoms of sterilization show up in the general population.Fortunately, they will be few in number.We've already put out the word thatLarryland had to be destroyed because it was built on a toxic-waste site.Thatshould take care of the explanations.What Larry Lepper says in his defense ishis problem.But it's doubtful that he will tell the truth.No one would everbelieve him.""Did they find Anna's body?" Remo asked quietly."What there was of it that Gordons hadn't assimilated," Smith said grimly.Page 90 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Along with the KGB team, she will be buried in an anonymous grave.Officially, we don't know what happened to any of them.I doubt that theSoviets will be asking about their whereabouts.""Anna was a good person.""She was a valuable ally," Smith admitted."But she was also a securityproblem for us.It would have come down to her death sooner or later.""That's the biz, I guess," Remo said sadly."I won't forget her soon.""And I hope that Emperor Smith will not forget that it was his humble servantwho finally dispatched Mr.Gordons," Chiun injected."I would haveaccomplished this task many years ago, but I was formerly hampered by havingto train an unruly pupil at the same time.Now that I am working for theemperor alone, I had no trouble with him.""I still say the brain was in the hand," Remo mumbled."You would," sniffed Chiun."All that matters is that Gordons is gone for good," said Smith."Amen," added Remo, taking a last look at Larryland.EpilogueHigh over the settling dust that was Larryland, a cracked metallic elementreached the apex of its climb.It was beginning the rapid descent to earthwhen a high wind caught it and sent it tumbling through the clouds.Itglittered under the sun, helpless, aimless, and useless.It would have eventually fallen back to earth to dash itself to pieces on theground if the jet plane had not come along.The tiny element was sucked into the port engine.In the cockpit, the pilotsaw the trouble light that warned him the port engine had flamed out."Oh, God," he said.Frantically he killed the switch and initiated restartingprocedures.The engine kicked in on the third throw of the switch."Whew!" breathed thepilot."That was almost the last call.""Definitely," said the co-pilot."I wouldn't want to make an emergency landingway out here.Not with the Man himself on board.""Odd, I thought I felt the controls move by themselves," said the pilot."Nerves," said the copilot dismissively."Probably," agreed the pilot, gripping the controls more tightly.Themomentary resistance seemed to go away.Laughing self-consciously, the pilotradioed for landing instructions."This is Air Force One," he told the tower, "requesting permission to land.Over."Page 91 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Then you accept my theory."Remo threw up his hands."Does it matter? One of us got him.It's over.""It does matter," snapped Chiun."I got him.The glory is mine.And I wouldappreciate it if you kept your white mouth shut when I report my great victoryto the grateful Emperor Smith.""Whatever you say, Little Father," Remo said wearily.The Army Corps ofEngineers set off the last explosive charge, sending a smoking pile of debrisquaking into the air."Well, that's the end of Larryland," said Remo.He watched the mushrooming cloud of dirt and debris slowly lift, pause, thencollapse in on itself."And of the evil creature Gordons," added the Master of Sinanju."Thanks tome.""Are you going to start that again?" sighed Remo."Start what?" asked Dr.Harold W.Smith.He had flown in from New York topersonally oversee the operation.The Army thought he was a civilian attachedto the Environmental Protection Agency."Never mind," said Remo."A family quarrel.It's a shame to destroy Larrylandso soon.I never got to go on any of the rides.""Larryland was Mr.Gordons," said Smith."He had assimilated the entire park.That's why we're having it pulverized.You'll recall that as long as anyfunctioning piece of Gordons remains intact, he's capable of reconstructinghimself.""Chiun and I smashed every particle of Mr.Gordons' body," Remo assured him."No," said the Master of Sinanju stubbornly."Remo wasted his timedismembering a dummy.I obliterated the round sword of the Russians, whichtruly contained Gordons' wicked brain.""In any case," Smith went on, "destroying Larryland should put a period tothis whole affair.""Not to mention making certain that Gordons won't ever come back again," Remoadded."I think we can be assured of that this time," said Smith, watching the dustsettle over Larryland."What are you telling the Russians?" Remo asked him."Almost nothing.A low-level Soviet delegation is on its way to New York totake possession of the Yuri Gagarin and the bodies of its crew.The latter arein sealed caskets, of course.""I'd love to see the looks on their faces when you present them with the keysto a car wash." Remo chuckled.Smith ventured a rare smile."I would too.But I don't think they're going toask any questions.Not about the Sword of Damocles.They will assume that wehave it.That knowledge alone will inhibit them from deploying another.""What about the guy who owned Larryland?""He's undergoing extensive questioning.But I'm satisfied that his story ofbeing a dupe is genuine.""What will happen to him?""No charges will be filed," Smith said."But I imagine there will be lawsuitsonce the first symptoms of sterilization show up in the general population.Fortunately, they will be few in number.We've already put out the word thatLarryland had to be destroyed because it was built on a toxic-waste site.Thatshould take care of the explanations.What Larry Lepper says in his defense ishis problem.But it's doubtful that he will tell the truth.No one would everbelieve him.""Did they find Anna's body?" Remo asked quietly."What there was of it that Gordons hadn't assimilated," Smith said grimly.Page 90 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Along with the KGB team, she will be buried in an anonymous grave.Officially, we don't know what happened to any of them.I doubt that theSoviets will be asking about their whereabouts.""Anna was a good person.""She was a valuable ally," Smith admitted."But she was also a securityproblem for us.It would have come down to her death sooner or later.""That's the biz, I guess," Remo said sadly."I won't forget her soon.""And I hope that Emperor Smith will not forget that it was his humble servantwho finally dispatched Mr.Gordons," Chiun injected."I would haveaccomplished this task many years ago, but I was formerly hampered by havingto train an unruly pupil at the same time.Now that I am working for theemperor alone, I had no trouble with him.""I still say the brain was in the hand," Remo mumbled."You would," sniffed Chiun."All that matters is that Gordons is gone for good," said Smith."Amen," added Remo, taking a last look at Larryland.EpilogueHigh over the settling dust that was Larryland, a cracked metallic elementreached the apex of its climb.It was beginning the rapid descent to earthwhen a high wind caught it and sent it tumbling through the clouds.Itglittered under the sun, helpless, aimless, and useless.It would have eventually fallen back to earth to dash itself to pieces on theground if the jet plane had not come along.The tiny element was sucked into the port engine.In the cockpit, the pilotsaw the trouble light that warned him the port engine had flamed out."Oh, God," he said.Frantically he killed the switch and initiated restartingprocedures.The engine kicked in on the third throw of the switch."Whew!" breathed thepilot."That was almost the last call.""Definitely," said the co-pilot."I wouldn't want to make an emergency landingway out here.Not with the Man himself on board.""Odd, I thought I felt the controls move by themselves," said the pilot."Nerves," said the copilot dismissively."Probably," agreed the pilot, gripping the controls more tightly.Themomentary resistance seemed to go away.Laughing self-consciously, the pilotradioed for landing instructions."This is Air Force One," he told the tower, "requesting permission to land.Over."Page 91 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]