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"And I'm the guy who's going to do the dirty work?" Remo had asked.

"You're elected," he was told. Thus began a decade of training under Chiun, the Master of Sinanju, a decade in which Remo had lost count of the number of people he had killed, just remembered the moves.

"Would you care to talk inside?" Remo asked the three men.

The gentlemen said they would be happy to do so.

"Ask them if they know the vile pollsters of Washington," said Chiun.

"I think this is business," said Remo, hoping that Chiun would choose to get lost. Only three men knew that the secret crime-fighting organization called CURE existed, and Chiun was not one of them. But as the Master of Sinanju, there was only one thing he needed to know of an employer. Did he pay on time and did his payments reach Sinanju, the little Korean village that Chiun and his ancestors had supported through the centuries by renting out their deadly assassin's skills? This question being answered affirmatively, Chiun would not have cared if his employer were the Girl Scouts of America.

"Business, business, business," said Chiun. "You are a nation of businessmen."

"Your servant?" asked the man with the briefcase.

"Not exactly," said Remo.

"Do you men know the vile pollsters of Washington?" asked Chiun.

"We might," said the man with the briefcase.

"Chiun, I think this is work. Please," said Remo.

"We can be of help in many ways," said the man with the briefcase.

"He doesn't need your help. Inside if you please," said Remo, but Chiun, hearing that there might be some way of restoring his daytime soap operas to the screen, followed the gathering into the cottage. He sat cross-legged on the floor watching the men on couches and chairs.

"This is confidential," said the man with the briefcase. He had the quiet authority of one backed by much wealth.

"Ignore him," Remo said of Chiun.

"Your magazine article proved of great interest to my employer. I saw your surprise when I mentioned it. I can understand your wondering how we saw the article when it won't even be published until next week."

Remo nodded as if he knew what the article was about

"I have a question for you," the man said. "Just what are your contacts with Busati?"

"I'm afraid that all my sources are confidential," said Remo who did not know who or what or where a Busati was.

"I admire your integrity. Mr. Mueller, let me be frank. We might want you for something."

"Like what?" asked Remo, noticing the edge of a manuscript poke from the man's briefcase.

"We'd like to hire you as a consultant for our offices in Busati."

"Is that my story you have in there?" Remo said.

"Yes. I wanted to discuss it with you."