Smith nodded.
Chiun moved slightly away from Remo, as Remo kept moving toward the window side of the room. Corbish followed both of them with his eyes, first one, then the other.
When there was five feet between them, Corbish yelled, "All right, you two, stop right there."
"Mr. Garbage," called Chiun.
Corbish looked to the old Oriental. As soon as his eyes moved, Smith reached down and snatched the straight pen up from Corbish's desk. Turning it over in his hand, he swung his right arm forward, and the pen, point-first, smashed into Corbish's right eye. Smith pressed until the point and the pen stopped.
Corbish's mouth dropped open. The pen stuck from his right eye socket like some hideously misplaced antenna on a Martian mutant. A sound started to come from his mouth. The gun dropped from his hand and thudded on the desk.
"I… I…" he said, then fell forward onto the desk. As he fell, the end of the pen slammed against the desk blotter and the weight of his falling body drove it deeper, through his eye and into his brain.
He paused on the edge of the desk there for a moment, as if frozen, and then his body slowly slid off and dropped to the floor.
"Not enough wrist action," Remo said.
Smith turned to him.
"No," Remo said, "I'm not kidding. When you do something like that you've got to snap the wrist at the last moment. Almost like cracking a whip. That's what gives the extra zap."
Smith looked at Chiun.
"Is this what I pay you to teach him?" he said. He pronounced "him" as if it were an obscenity.
"He is not much of a pupil," Chiun said. "But he is improving. For instance, he always knew you were not mad. Just as I did," he added hastily. "We are happy you have returned so that we can get on with our business."
"Oh?" Remo said. "We always knew he wasn't mad? Is that right? Is that right? Show him the parchment, Chiun. Show him the history you wrote."
Chiun shot an evil look at Remo. "The good doctor would not be interested. Besides it was only a first draft; it requires revisions yet."
"As soon as it's done, Smitty," said Remo. "As soon as it's done, I'll Xerox it and send you a copy."
"I would prefer it," said Smith, "if you would just get rid of this garbage." He motioned to Corbish's body. "Take it with you when you go. And go immediately. I thought you were under firm orders never to come here."
"Well, actually…"
"Never mind actually. Just leave," Smith said.
Remo came behind the desk and hoisted Corbish onto his shoulder. He fell in behind Chiun, heading for the door.
In the doorway, he stopped and turned back to Smith.
"Go," Smith said.
"I can't, said Remo.
"Why not?"
"The guards won't let me pass. I forgot my plastic name tag."
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