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the stress of the Vaporizer project, getting the device up and running, and
now the busloads of experts and foreign officials who were being hauled hourly
up to the site for demonstrations-it was all becoming too much for him to
handle.
Mike Sears felt a grumble of nervous bile in the pit of his empty stomach as
he stood in the cramped room.
"Grid four, section thirteen," Sears said into a microphone. The words echoed
across the Vaporizer pit.
Sears was in the control booth above the Vaporizer. The booth was nestled in a
niche carved into a small hill. On a monitor screen he watched a man in a
white lab coat scurry over the removable scaffolding on the unit's black
wall.
"Four, thirteen," the man responded.
The speaker next to Sears crackled with static. A residual effect of proximity
to the device. "D-four," Sears said.
Through a remote camera, Sears watched his assistant as he worked on the
Vaporizer. The man was Japanese. His dark black hair shone in the sun.
Toshimi Yakarnoto had been uncomfortable going into the machine ever since it
had gone online. His face betrayed his anxiety as he inched along the interior
wall.
Yakamoto found the problem nozzle and went to work on it with a tool that
resembled a pair of tiny forceps.
Sears spun in his chair. Sharp green images on another computer screen offered
a three-dimensional image created by sensors buried in the frictionless black
walls.
"Careful," Sears warned into the microphone. "You've gone too far."
Yakamoto readjusted the nozzle again. Even on camera, beads of sweat were
visible on his broad forehead. They rolled down his anxious face.
"Is better now?" he asked hopefully.
In the control booth the computer image showed the problem nozzle in perfect
alignment.
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"That got it," Sears said. "Lock it down and get back up here. We've got
company."
On the security camera he saw Deputy Minister Jiminez's bus coming through the
front gate.
The bus was loaded with thirty more scientists. Thirty more chances that
Sears's secret might become known.
"Play it cool, Mike," he muttered to himself. Leaving the booth, he went down
the fence-lined path to the parking lot. The visitors were already getting off
the bus. Two men had gotten off first-a young Caucasian and a very old Asian.
The rest seemed to be avoiding these two. They stumbled off almost
desperately, forming a fearful group away from the first pair.
George Jiminez was the last one off.
"Ah, Dr. Sears," the deputy finance minister said. "Are you ready to dazzle
your latest guests?"
"Of course," Mike Sears said, a nervous smile plastered across his face. He
turned to the group of scientists. "Welcome to the future, gentlemen. I'm sure
your governments will be fascinated by your reports. If you'll come this way."
He and Jiminez began herding the scientists into the Vaporizer compound.
Remo and Chiun brought up the rear. Remo was sniffing the air. "It stinks
worse here than it did back in the city," he complained. "You'd think they'd
figure out a way to zap the stink when they zap the garbage."
When he got no reply, he glanced at his teacher. Chiun was still studying the
Asian man he had singled out on the bus. The man was Japanese. His name tag
identified him as Dr. Hiro Taki. Dr. Taki seemed nervous and jumpy. Remo
assumed it had to do with first being assaulted on the bus, then drawing the
exclusive attention of his assaulter.
"Remember, the war's over, Chiun," Remo warned.
"I am not an American who thinks it is highminded to turn a blind eye to human
nature," the old Korean replied. "That man is up to no good."
"Could be," Remo said. "Or it could be he senses he's being targeted by a
known Japanese basher."
"Is it bashing to point out that all Japanese are liars and thieves?"
"Yes," Remo said. "Especially when there's actual bashing involved, which
there most times is. And while we're at it, wasn't the guy who founded Sinanju
Japanese?"
Chiun tore his eyes from Hiro Taki's back. "Why do I even talk to you?"
Quickening his pace, he shuffled ahead of his pupil.
A hurricane fence surrounded the area. Beyond was the exterior wall of the
Vaporizer.
Special reusable boots were issued to the group from a large bin inside the
fence.
"These will keep you from losing your footing inside," Mike Sears explained, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]