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whips and chairs." Chiun was already moving swiftly away from Remo.
"Hurry up, Great White Lunkhead," the old Asian snapped.
He bounded from cell to cell, yanking doors shut. Remo raced along the other
side of the block. Until then most of the creatures had remained in their
cells, feeding hungrily on the unfortunate junkies, rapists and run-of-the
mill murderers who'd had the misfortune of being arrested that day. None had
been concerned with the two strangers, assuming they could be picked off
easily at their leisure. But the clanging cage doors brought sudden
realization. Roaring in anger, the beasts in human form abandoned gutted
corpses, bounding across cells.
Too late. As the last of the creatures skidded to a frustrated stop, Remo and
Chiun slammed the final two doors.
Snarls and howls of rage filled the cell block. Remo scanned the last few
cells for one face in particular. As he feared, Elizabeth Tiflis was nowhere
to be seen.
"Where'd the one with the keys go?" he asked. As he spoke, panicked shouting
suddenly erupted from the far end of the lockup. Gunfire rattled through the
station house.
"This way," Chiun insisted.
The two men flew toward the disturbance.
A second door was around a sharp corner at the far end of a row of empty
cages. When they turned the corner, Remo found that he and Chiun had not been
entirely successful.
The door had been wrenched open. While the keys worked for the cells, the
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doors to the outside could only be opened from without. While Remo and Chiun
had fought the rest, others had apparently been jimmying open the lockup
door.
When Remo and Chiun exploded through the cellblock door, a dozen guns aimed
their way.
Sergeant Simon stood with a SWAT team. He was panting and red-faced from his
sprint through the precinct house.
"Are they after you?" Simon yelled.
"They're locked up," Remo snapped. "How many escaped?"
Simon didn't hear him. By the look on his face, Sergeant Simon was certain
Remo and Chiun wouldn't be alone. Anxious eyes awaited the creatures that had
to be chasing down the two FBI men. But no one appeared behind them.
"Where are they?" Simon asked.
"I told you, locked up. How many- Hey, Gunther Toody, will you knock it off
and listen?"
Sergeant Simon was listening. Angry howls came from inside the cell block. But
they sounded far back. The SWAT team was already streaming past Remo, Chiun
and Simon. They darted into the dank cell block.
"How many got out?" Remo pressed.
"Five," Simon panted. Numbly he holstered his gun.
The police had sustained casualties. Two men lay dead. A third was sprawled on
the stairs, a row of vicious raking gashes across his chest. He groaned in
pain as others tended his wounds, awaiting the arrival of paramedics.
"They could be anywhere by now," Remo said. "I guess we'll have to let the
cops track them down again."
Beside him, the old Korean frowned somberly. "Perhaps," he said, stroking his
thread of beard. "Do you not find it odd, Remo, that some chose to fill their
bellies while others schemed to flee?"
"What am I now, the frigging Crocodile Hunter? Some eat, some run. It's what
animals do. What?" He could see his teacher was giving him that look. The
"Remo, you're an idiot" look. But try as he might, Remo could not see what
he'd said to deserve that look. And the fact that he couldn't see why he was
an idiot, and the fact that Chiun could plainly see that Remo couldn't see why
he was an idiot, only acted to further cement the expression of irritation on
the wizened Asian's face.
"Animals flee as one and eat as one," the old Korean droned.
"And mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy," Remo said.
"So what? Hey, where are you going?"
The Master of Sinanju had turned away. Shaking his head in annoyance, he
padded up the stairs. "What did I not get?" Remo demanded of Sergeant Simon.
Jimmy Simon was staring down through the open cell-block door. Jungle roars
echoed from out the darkness.
"Huh?" the police officer asked.
"Forget it," Remo sighed. "I need a phone." Feet heavy, he climbed the stairs
after the Master of Sinanju.
Chapter 9
Mankind was destined for extinction.
No matter what bad human poets said, the end for mankind would not come with
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