white-hot moment of pure torture every pain receptor along his entire nervous system fired in perfect, harmonic torment.
The intense, horrific, excruciating anguish he suffered seemed to last an eternity. In reality, it was only a matter of seconds.
Lothar Holz was dead before he hit the floor.
Smith stepped over from his bed. 'Your suspicion was correct,' he said to Chiun. The Master of Sinanju bowed slightly.
'How did you know it wasn't him back at the warehouse?' Remo asked, glancing away from the body.
'Because I use my eyes for seeing,' Chiun said blandly. 'I do not yet know what it is you do with yours.' He clapped his hands. 'Come, Remo. Remove this refuse from the emperor's bedchambers.
We go.' With that, Chiun marched boldly out the door and down the stairs.
Remo stared after him for a few seconds. Finally he turned to Smith. 'You'd think I would have wanted them to rewrite his program just a little,' he said, grinning broadly.
With a reluctant sigh, he hefted the body of Lothar Holz up onto his shoulders and followed the Master of Sinanju out the door.
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Warren Murphy - Destroyer 112 - Brain Drain
