Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins Page #2

I think I can do something with him.

Good.

George S. Grove.

Born Albany, New York, May 10, 1933.

BA, Electrical Engineering, Parkson College.

Served two tours, supply sergeant,

Korean conflict.

In 1962, founded Grove Industries...

Advanced Weapons Technology.

Current projects:

CD-18 surface-to-air missile.

HARP. High Altitude Reconnaissance Probe.

Prototype for the Star Wars program.

Investigation, corporate tax evasion, 1979.

No charges filed.

1981. Suspected bribery.

Procurement, defense contracts.

After the disappearance of

Investigating Officer Murray Benton...

no charges filed.

There were three witnesses

alleged to have seen the murder of Benton.

No charges were filed for lack of evidence.

They disappeared, too.

If the Company can't get anything on Grove,

then you know he's good.

All I can promise is terror for breakfast...

pressure for lunch,

and aggravation for sleep.

Your vacations will be two minutes

when you're not looking over your shoulder.

If you live to draw a pension,

it'll be a miracle.

Are there any disadvantages?

Hell, I'm lucky I've lasted this long.

Tell me something, MacCleary.

- Can you dodge bullets?

- Nowadays, only if they come real slow.

Do I really have to live with him?

Chiun's probably

not crazy about the idea either.

He says you smell like hamburgers.

Top floor.

See you.

MacCleary.

If this turns out to be another set up,

you won't live to collect a pension.

I personally guarantee it.

Didn't I tell you,

we don't use that bang-bang stuff.

Your mind and your body

become your weapon.

That's what your new pal Chiun

is going to teach you.

Okay, so you caught me

with a couple of lucky shots.

But I got to hand it to you,

that bullet-dodging number wasn't bad.

I like the little thing you did with the gun.

You move like a pregnant yak.

Sit.

- Breathe.

- Breathe?

- Come on, you got to...

- Silence!

The fool chatters

but it is the wise man that listens.

Breathe.

Wait, is this the kind of training

where we sit around for 10 years...

and you tell me I'm big enough

to break a brick with my big toe?

You have come into the care of Chiun...

Master of Sinanju.

Sinanju is a village in Korea...

where all the fighting arts were born.

Kung fu, karate...

ninjitsu.

They are all but shadows.

Sinanju is the sun.

Most intelligent people know this already.

But it is apparent to me that you know

less than nothing. Pay attention.

You did not ask to be white,

so perhaps that is not your fault.

You did not ask to be here.

Perhaps that is not your fault, either.

So let us make this pact.

I will train you for your first service.

And then, I will return to my country.

Pressure. Nerve ends.

Sinanju.

Technique developed

since the birth of time...

by the most gifted race on Earth.

You always talk

like a Chinese fortune cookie?

Chinese!

The Korean is the most perfect creature...

ever to sanctify the earth

with the imprint of his foot.

Now we will breathe.

Breathe out...

slowly.

Do not gulp.

If you do not breathe correctly,

you do not move correctly.

Pitiful.

I can see the deadly hamburger

has done its evil work.

We must sweat the poison from your body...

and rebuild from the inside.

Now, we will proceed to lesson number two.

Follow, please.

What are you waiting for? Applause?

Midtown. 44th Street.

You are afraid.

Fear is nothing more than a feeling.

You feel hot, you feel hungry,

you feel angry, you feel afraid.

Fear can never kill you.

Purge your mind of fear

and believe in yourself.

Without that belief,

I can do nothing with you.

Now we will do it again.

But faster.

Grove High Altitude Reconnaissance Probe.

Program originally projected: $758 million.

Final assembly of prototype: $986 million.

Estimated cost at time of commission:

$1.22 billion.

These figures are in 1983 dollars.

The Prototype...

Currently, our friend Grove

is playing the D.C. charity circuit.

Big donor.

He's also big with the Star Wars crowd.

And he ought to be.

Half of them are on his payroll.

He's good. Real good.

No more Boy Scouts.

Yes, George.

This is interesting.

Someone's trying to enter a circuit

I had marked for special surveillance.

I wonder who the intruder is.

- What's the matter?

- I can't get what I'm looking for.

I hate to hear you say that.

Why should the HARP D.B.A. Cost-62

be restricted?

Maybe you've got cold hands.

Allow me.

See?

Do I sense frustration?

I'll bet you've had

a lot of experience with that.

If I continue to stroke these little keys here...

You might stunt your growth.

No, Lieutenant,

I'll seek satisfaction elsewhere.

Come in.

- Major Fleming.

- General, I have a problem.

The computer is classifying cost overruns

within the HARP database.

- You know what I think about computers.

- Sir, it's not a malfunction.

Maybe it hasn't been entered yet.

They're entered and available,

otherwise access would not be denied.

General, I'm the senior W.C.A.,

I should have access to that information.

There's no reason for it to be withheld.

Right. We do have a problem.

Just let me have a full report.

It'll be on your desk tonight, and, sir...

I really would appreciate action

by the time I return from Fort Baxter.

- Fort Baxter?

- The AR-60 test.

Grove infantry assault rifle.

Of course. The AR-60. You have a job to do.

But, Rayner,

let me give you a word of advice.

Never feel you have to overdo it.

You know what I mean?

It makes no difference to me

that you're a woman.

That's good news, sir.

If it's any reassurance, it makes

no difference to me that you're a man.

All right, what have you done with the food?

A Korean fingerboard.

What are you staring at?

- You can't see.

- I can see.

Then what're you wearing those for?

I wear glasses so that I may see more.

A Korean fingerboard.

Begin tapping your fingers.

Slowly at first and then increasing the force.

With time, your nails will become hard,

your fingers strong.

They will be able to do more than

just carry food to your face.

- They will become a trained weapon.

- Trained to kill?

Not kill. A truck kill.

Meat of cow, kill.

American assassins kill...

like butchers.

Masters of Sinanju, since the dawn of time...

have killed to promote harmony...

and to bring about a more peaceful humor

to the entire community.

We have done this throughout history.

For example...

Genghis Khan...

the Persian boy, Alexander...

- Robin Hood.

- Robin Hood?

A bandit. Louis Xlll. Napoleon.

Come on, Napoleon died in his bed.

Wrong.

All of them perfect assassinations.

You make it sound like a public service.

Professional assassination...

is the highest form of public service.

So I will persevere.

I have taken the Emperor Smith's gold.

And a Korean's word is his bond.

Place your hands behind your head.

I did not say keep them there.

Your reflexes are pitiful.

The seasons move faster.

No doubt, the result of all that filthy poison

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