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."Page 38ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"What is he," the mayor scoffed, "some kind of Korean Magic Eight Ball?""It's not a question of whether you believe it or not," Princippi said with a displeased frown."It's the truth.As much as I hate to admit it.""Come on, Mike.Don't tell me you buy that bullshit?" the mayor taunted.Princippi forged ahead."Can we get back on topic? The ceremony?" he pressed.Gillotti sighed."What is it, Mike? Cops? You've got a ton of them.Uniforms on foot in the stands and on the field.I've even got you horses in the parking lot.It may bankrupt the city of New York, but you can go back and tell that halfcrazy millionaire boss of yours that his ass is safe for his marriage-a-thon, or whatever the hell you Loonies call those sham wedding things."Princippi pursed his lips."You are correct," he admitted, thinly hiding his displeasure."This is about the police.""I figured as much.""However, the specific numbers faxed to Sunnie headquarters are unacceptable to Reverend Sun.""Geez, come on," Gillotti complained, his lisp becoming more pronounced."You've been around a few crowds in your life, Mike.You know we can't have an equal cop-to-spectator ratio.I can't believe he'd send you here to try and strong-arm me.You go back and tell that old fraud he doesn't get a single blue-suit more than the commissioner has allocated."Princippi smiled.It was an oily expression devoid of mirth."You don't understand," he said evenly, "we do not want more police.We want less.Specifically, none."Gillotti had been readying another mild diatribe but paused in midbreath.He blinked once."Come again?""Sunnie security can handle the day's events.Reverend Sun wishes for this to be a private ceremony.A police presence will only interfere with the solemnness of the occasion.""Private?" Gillotti said, dully."With three thousand candy brides and grooms propped on top of the cake?""This is what Reverend Sun wishes.""No way," Gillotti said."If something goes wrong, Sun will be the first one screaming bloody murder.""Nothing will go wrong," Princippi assured him."Who told you that?" Gillotti snorted."Your buddy the soothsayer? Tell him I am not letting a bunch of frolicking, robe-wearing, head-shaving psychos loose in the Bronx without an armed escort.The cops are there," he added firmly."Whether the Loonie leader wants them there or not."Gillotti crossed his arms determinedly.On the far side of the mayor's desk, Mike Princippi allowed himself a small smile.This one genuine."I can't tell you how he gets his powers of divination," the former governor said."But they really are remarkable.Always right on the money.And speaking of money, he told me a little something this morning about the way you financed your first campaign for mayor."A tiny squeak came from the mayor's chair.His eyes were dead, unreadable."I conform to all of the rules of New York's election commission," he said."Of course you do.""The finances are all out there for everyone to see.Even you.And I resent you coming into this office proxying for a thief like Sun and suggesting that anything I've done isn't aboveboard.This meeting is over."Rather than buzz his secretary, Mayor Gillotti stood abruptly.Sweeping around the desk, he stepped briskly across the wide room, flinging open the door.In the outer office, the eyes of aides and secretaries looked up at the mayor in surprise.Back near Gillotti's desk, Princippi stood.Slowly, he stepped across the room to the door.The mayor's jaw was firmly set.He intended to say not another word to the former governor.As he stepped past the mayor, Princippi paused, as if considering something.Page 39ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAll at once, he whispered a few quick words, too soft for anyone in the outer room to hear.Although no one outside heard what was said, they all witnessed their boss's reaction.Mayor Randolph Gillotti's eyes grew wide in shock and anger.But he did not turn away.When he slammed the office door violently a moment later, Mike Princippi was still inside.Chapter 12"Where are all the cops?" Remo asked.As he walked, he was glancing around the grimy parking lot of New York's Yankee Stadium.He didn't see a single blue uniform."Perhaps they have journeyed inside for an audience with His Holiness," Chiun suggested, strolling beside him."This guy's not the pope, for crying out loud," Remo griped."Perish the thought," Chiun said, horrified."Seer Sun must guard against papist influence.I will advise him so when he honors me with an audience."Not wanting to get into another pointless Charlemagne-Church of Rome argument, Remo bit his tongue.At Chiun's insistence, he had called Smith that morning to find the location of the Reverend Man Hyung Sun.Relieved that they had returned from Germany without further incident, Smith had readily supplied the information, warning only that they should keep a low profile.When the CURE director asked why they were looking for Sun, Remo artfully dodged Smith's question by hanging up the phone.So here he was, strolling across the parking lot of Yankee Stadium amid a sea of pink-robed Loonies.Remo looked with displeasure at the cult members'costumes."Don't they get cold wearing those dresses?" he asked."Must you take pains to display your ignorance?" the Master of Sinanju sighed."What, you're saying they aren't dresses?" Remo said.Chiun inspected a cluster of Sunnies as they walked past."The white section is a simple robe," he said."I detect Roman influence, although in Rome white togas were strictly worn by those running for political office.""I thought everyone wore a white robe back then.""That is why you are only Apprentice Reigning Master," Chiun replied.He nodded to a Loonie."The length of these robes is far too great.Only on state occasions would high officers wear anklelength tunics.""What about the pink wraps?" Remo asked."Indian sari," Chiun answered."Although worn entirely incorrectly.A Hindu woman drapes her sari over the left shoulder, a Parsi over her right.These cretins have them thrown all higgledy-piggledy, without regard to caste or sect.It is quite disgraceful.I will have to mention this to His Holiness, as well."Nearer the stadium, entrance booths had been set up by vendors.As he approached, Remo was surprised to find them staffed not by hot-dog or beer salesmen, but by more pink-and-white-robed Sunnies.They were walking past one of the open booths when a blank-faced Sunnie vendor called out to Remo."Hello, friend.Would you care to test your skill? It is for the good of the Grand Unification Church."Remo looked at the rear of the booth.A large corkboard had been fastened to the wooden structure.A few inflated balloons were scattered across the face of the board while still more deflated bits of rubber hung limply from red thumbtacks.The asphalt floor of the booth was littered with the remnants of destroyed balloons."Sorry," Remo said."Not interested.""Speak for yourself, paleface," Chiun said.He muscled in front of Remo, taking a spot before the counter."Three dollars," said the smiling Loonie [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Page 38ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"What is he," the mayor scoffed, "some kind of Korean Magic Eight Ball?""It's not a question of whether you believe it or not," Princippi said with a displeased frown."It's the truth.As much as I hate to admit it.""Come on, Mike.Don't tell me you buy that bullshit?" the mayor taunted.Princippi forged ahead."Can we get back on topic? The ceremony?" he pressed.Gillotti sighed."What is it, Mike? Cops? You've got a ton of them.Uniforms on foot in the stands and on the field.I've even got you horses in the parking lot.It may bankrupt the city of New York, but you can go back and tell that halfcrazy millionaire boss of yours that his ass is safe for his marriage-a-thon, or whatever the hell you Loonies call those sham wedding things."Princippi pursed his lips."You are correct," he admitted, thinly hiding his displeasure."This is about the police.""I figured as much.""However, the specific numbers faxed to Sunnie headquarters are unacceptable to Reverend Sun.""Geez, come on," Gillotti complained, his lisp becoming more pronounced."You've been around a few crowds in your life, Mike.You know we can't have an equal cop-to-spectator ratio.I can't believe he'd send you here to try and strong-arm me.You go back and tell that old fraud he doesn't get a single blue-suit more than the commissioner has allocated."Princippi smiled.It was an oily expression devoid of mirth."You don't understand," he said evenly, "we do not want more police.We want less.Specifically, none."Gillotti had been readying another mild diatribe but paused in midbreath.He blinked once."Come again?""Sunnie security can handle the day's events.Reverend Sun wishes for this to be a private ceremony.A police presence will only interfere with the solemnness of the occasion.""Private?" Gillotti said, dully."With three thousand candy brides and grooms propped on top of the cake?""This is what Reverend Sun wishes.""No way," Gillotti said."If something goes wrong, Sun will be the first one screaming bloody murder.""Nothing will go wrong," Princippi assured him."Who told you that?" Gillotti snorted."Your buddy the soothsayer? Tell him I am not letting a bunch of frolicking, robe-wearing, head-shaving psychos loose in the Bronx without an armed escort.The cops are there," he added firmly."Whether the Loonie leader wants them there or not."Gillotti crossed his arms determinedly.On the far side of the mayor's desk, Mike Princippi allowed himself a small smile.This one genuine."I can't tell you how he gets his powers of divination," the former governor said."But they really are remarkable.Always right on the money.And speaking of money, he told me a little something this morning about the way you financed your first campaign for mayor."A tiny squeak came from the mayor's chair.His eyes were dead, unreadable."I conform to all of the rules of New York's election commission," he said."Of course you do.""The finances are all out there for everyone to see.Even you.And I resent you coming into this office proxying for a thief like Sun and suggesting that anything I've done isn't aboveboard.This meeting is over."Rather than buzz his secretary, Mayor Gillotti stood abruptly.Sweeping around the desk, he stepped briskly across the wide room, flinging open the door.In the outer office, the eyes of aides and secretaries looked up at the mayor in surprise.Back near Gillotti's desk, Princippi stood.Slowly, he stepped across the room to the door.The mayor's jaw was firmly set.He intended to say not another word to the former governor.As he stepped past the mayor, Princippi paused, as if considering something.Page 39ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlAll at once, he whispered a few quick words, too soft for anyone in the outer room to hear.Although no one outside heard what was said, they all witnessed their boss's reaction.Mayor Randolph Gillotti's eyes grew wide in shock and anger.But he did not turn away.When he slammed the office door violently a moment later, Mike Princippi was still inside.Chapter 12"Where are all the cops?" Remo asked.As he walked, he was glancing around the grimy parking lot of New York's Yankee Stadium.He didn't see a single blue uniform."Perhaps they have journeyed inside for an audience with His Holiness," Chiun suggested, strolling beside him."This guy's not the pope, for crying out loud," Remo griped."Perish the thought," Chiun said, horrified."Seer Sun must guard against papist influence.I will advise him so when he honors me with an audience."Not wanting to get into another pointless Charlemagne-Church of Rome argument, Remo bit his tongue.At Chiun's insistence, he had called Smith that morning to find the location of the Reverend Man Hyung Sun.Relieved that they had returned from Germany without further incident, Smith had readily supplied the information, warning only that they should keep a low profile.When the CURE director asked why they were looking for Sun, Remo artfully dodged Smith's question by hanging up the phone.So here he was, strolling across the parking lot of Yankee Stadium amid a sea of pink-robed Loonies.Remo looked with displeasure at the cult members'costumes."Don't they get cold wearing those dresses?" he asked."Must you take pains to display your ignorance?" the Master of Sinanju sighed."What, you're saying they aren't dresses?" Remo said.Chiun inspected a cluster of Sunnies as they walked past."The white section is a simple robe," he said."I detect Roman influence, although in Rome white togas were strictly worn by those running for political office.""I thought everyone wore a white robe back then.""That is why you are only Apprentice Reigning Master," Chiun replied.He nodded to a Loonie."The length of these robes is far too great.Only on state occasions would high officers wear anklelength tunics.""What about the pink wraps?" Remo asked."Indian sari," Chiun answered."Although worn entirely incorrectly.A Hindu woman drapes her sari over the left shoulder, a Parsi over her right.These cretins have them thrown all higgledy-piggledy, without regard to caste or sect.It is quite disgraceful.I will have to mention this to His Holiness, as well."Nearer the stadium, entrance booths had been set up by vendors.As he approached, Remo was surprised to find them staffed not by hot-dog or beer salesmen, but by more pink-and-white-robed Sunnies.They were walking past one of the open booths when a blank-faced Sunnie vendor called out to Remo."Hello, friend.Would you care to test your skill? It is for the good of the Grand Unification Church."Remo looked at the rear of the booth.A large corkboard had been fastened to the wooden structure.A few inflated balloons were scattered across the face of the board while still more deflated bits of rubber hung limply from red thumbtacks.The asphalt floor of the booth was littered with the remnants of destroyed balloons."Sorry," Remo said."Not interested.""Speak for yourself, paleface," Chiun said.He muscled in front of Remo, taking a spot before the counter."Three dollars," said the smiling Loonie [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]