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Richard Sapir and Warren Murphy

The Destroyer: Kill or Cure



With the exception of the House of Sinanju, any resemblance between characters and events and any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.



CHAPTER ONE



JAMES BULLESTGSWORTH had entertained few original thoughts in his life, but his last one was good enough to get him an ice pick in his brain, send a multitude of government agents fleeing to obscure outposts, and leave the president of the United States gasping:

'Why do these things always have to happen to me?'

This particular doozy of an idea came to James Bullingsworth one morning in late spring while doing volunteer work for the Greater Florida Betterment League where he had been volunteering nine to five, Monday through Friday, for the last two years. That Bullingsworth tended not to probe too deeply into the reasons of things was why he got the job, and before he started thinking new things, he should have remembered how he had volunteered.

The volunteer ceremony had been brief. The president of the bank where Bullingsworth worked had called him into his office.

'Bullingsworth, what do you think of improving the government of the greater Miami area?' the president had asked.

Bullingsworth had thought improvement was a good idea.

'Bullingsworth, how would you like to volunteer your time and effort to the Greater Florida Betterment League?'

Bullingsworth would like to do that, but it might interfere with his career at the bank.

'Bullingsworth, that is your career at the bank.'

So James Bullingsworth, who was known to mind his own business, went to work for the League while he drew his paychecks from the bank. He should have remembered the strangeness of his appointment that spring morning when he noticed a computer printout was incomplete.

He said to his secretary, a young Cuban woman with very high breasts: 'Miss Carbonal, this computer printout is incomplete. There are great gaps in it. It's just a bunch of random letters. We can't forward it in this condition.'

Miss Carbonal picked up the greenish printout and stared at it. Bullingsworth stared at her left breast. She was wearing the see-through bra again.

'We always send it out like this,' said Miss Carbonal.

'What?' said Bullingsworth.

'We been sending out printouts like this for two years now. When we mail to the Kansas City office, it's always like this. I speak to the other girls at other Betterment League offices all around the country and they say the same. At Kansas City, they must be some crazy people, yes?'

'Let me see that breast,' said Bullingsworth, with authority. .

'What?' said Miss Carbonal.

"The printout,' said Bullingsworth, covering up his slip quickly. 'Let me see it.' He busied himself in the random letters with the big gaps. 'Hmmmmmm,' said James Bullingsworth, former assistant vice-president of one of the larger banks in the greater Miami area. The idea was born.