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attempting political comeback." He walked to bar and poured another glass
of "But of course you do that, Mayor. Will you-" The mayor and walked from
the room. Rocco sipped his Amaretto casually while out the large glass
windows toward the unused port of Bay City. finished the glass set it down
on the and went to telephone on the desk 
the corner of room. He dialed New York number waited until the telephone
was answered. Nobile simply, "It's ours." He paused, "That's right. The
whole city. We own two His name was Remo he owned nothing. He no automobile.
When needed one, he rented it, when he was done with it, he left it at the
side the road, because it gave him pleasure imagine the face of superior
when the bill came bought clothes when he needed them, 
variety of credit in variety of names, when the clothes were dirty, he just
threw them away. He owned no house. had spent the last years in hotel and he
had no name, no no friends, no past and no future. Definitely future. He
told himself as he sat in the of an oak tree, twenty-five above the looking
through the big picture windows of secluded lakeside home waiting for all
guests of honor to show up. Fifteen had but there were still two due. Remo
would wait. He 
them all. He about that for moment, and realized he did own after all. He
owned his self-respect and came from pride in doing job well. But no
friends. Another car up the driveway the home and at the side the long row
of Cadillacs and Two men got out and walked the house. Remo recognized one
as the he had been expecting. The second was obviously his because he had
gold pen 
pencil set in his outside pocket and only lawyers carried pens pencils
there. One more guest to go. No friends. closest thing to friend had was
Chiun, the eighty-year-old Korean was the latest of Sinanju, an age-old
house of assassins. he wasn't friend. He Remo's trainer and and like the
father that Remo had had. But not friend. There Dr. Harold W. Smith, head of
the organization CURE that had trained Remo to America's enemies. But Smith
no man's friend. Who could love Smith- Mrs. Smith. Maybe 
accountant, who was taken by the director's passion for neatness. else.
There was Ruby the one-time CIA agent now worked as head assistant in CURE
the only besides Remo and Smith and President of the States who knew what
CURE was. And Ruby wasn't friend. Remo her brains and her toughness, the
young black woman came from world different from Remo's,


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