Warren Murphy - Political Pressure

"Pending me visiting him?"

"No. You are not to assassinate Whiteslaw. He's cooperating with the CIA."

"He's going to do time, though, right? Like, centuries of time?"

"Yes."

Remo frowned. "I don't like the sound of that yes. Is it a yes, definitely or a yes, probably, we'll wait and see?"

"It's a yes, almost definitely."

Remo glared back. "I read you, loud and clear," he said sarcastically.

"Remo, do not assassinate Senator Whiteslaw."

"I won't, Smitty. Almost definitely."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

Remo got to his feet. "Well, this has been fun. Bye." Then he was gone. Dr. Smith and Mark Howard didn't see the door open and they didn't see it close, but the slam woke up sanitarium residents in the next wing.

Smith looked to the ancient Korean. "Master Chiun, as a favor to me, will you please try to prevent him from assassinating Senator Whiteslaw?"

Chiun opened his mouth, closed it and then said simply, "No."

"I see." Smith sat back, trying to come up with a persuasive argument, but then saw that both his chairs were now empty.

Chiun was gone, as well.