"The body is still warm," Chiun said. "Had they sought medical attention, she might have been saved."
"Anyway, we've got to find what's left of the group before they do more damage. The question is, where do we look?"
"Look at maps," Pavel suggested.
"What maps?" Remo demanded.
"Any maps. They always leave maps around. They are very careless. This is how I know to come here. They left a map in their office. They left names and addresses. Perhaps they do the same here."
"I was in that office twice and didn't find anything," Remo said.
Pavel shrugged his shoulders in time with his eyebrows. "You are not properly trained."
"You are smart for a stupid Russian," Chiun remarked.
Remo gave them both a look, but he searched the place anyway. The trouble was that he didn't know what he was looking for. He never had been much good at this sort of thing. It was a lot easier when Smith did all the rooting around and just told Remo who the hit was, what he looked like and where to find him.
As a consequence of his preoccupation, Remo found nothing and said so.
"There's nothing here."
"Now I will try," Pavel Zarnitsa offered. He ignored every area Remo had already checked, simply because he had watched Remo go through the house and knew there was nothing of worth to be found in those places. Remo had been looking for hidden materials. Pavel knew that the FOES group did not hide things. They were not that well-trained or that smart. Consequently, they had outsmarted Remo.
"Here," Pavel said, returning from the kitchen. He had a notepad on which someone had been doodling. In among the doodles were two words, "Broken Arrow."
Remo read the pad. "Doesn't mean anything to me. Better call Smith."
"Who's Smith?" Pavel asked.
The look Remo and Chiun gave him made Pavel wish very, very much that he had not asked that question.
"I will wait in the next room while you talk," Pavel offered.
Despite the late hour, Remo got Smith immediately. Remo rattled off the events of the evening as fast as he could. "The only clue we found," he finished, "is a notepad. Someone wrote Broken Arrow on it."
"Anything else?" Smith asked.
"No. It's stuck in the middle of some doodles, but they aren't anything."
"Broken Arrow is a code designation for a serious nuclear accident," Smith said. "The code for a lesser incident is Bent Spear."
"Then it's just someone scribbling on a notepad," Remo suggested.
"There's also a town named Broken Arrow in Oklahoma. Near Tulsa, I think."
"Then we'd better check it out," Remo said.
"No. You told me you overheard the individual called the World Master issue instructions to place the warhead in Oklahoma City for detonation. You must go there first. Finding that device is everything now, Remo. The newspapers know about the Titan accident now."
"I thought they already did," Remo said.
"They had rumors. But I just had information that the New York Times is about to break an eyewitness account of the missile salvage operation. Evidently, a reporter named..." Smith paused and Remo heard a rustle of papers."... Thad Screiber managed to get close to the operation. I don't know where he fits in."
"He doesn't anymore," Remo said. "He's here. Dead. They killed him."
"That may be good," Smith decided. "If this whole story gets out, it will galvanize the antinuclear people. They're apt to go overboard and demand we dismantle our defensive missile program."
"Yeah. Well, that's your worry, Smitty. I'm going to have my hands full finding that warhead and handling Chiun at the same time." Remo lowered his voice and glanced sideways at Chiun, who was peeking into the next room to make sure the Russian wasn't eavesdropping. "Chiun is convinced this World Master had something to do with his ancestors. It's too complicated to explain now, but Chiun wants to be friends with him."
"Chiun believes this person is what he claims to be?"
"Yeah. Maybe I do, too. I don't know. But I do know if it comes down to a choice between Oklahoma City and not antagonizing him, I'd get ready to order a new set of wall maps."
"Hmmm," Smith mused. "Perhaps I'd better recall Chiun to Folcroft. Tell him the sun is setting in the east."
"Huh? It's not—"
"That's the code for him to return on his own."
"Oh," Remo said. "Hey, Chiun, Smith says to tell you that the sun is setting in the east."
"Tell Emperor Smith he does not have to worry," Chiun called back. "The Master of Sinanju will return when he has finished the Emperor's business."
"You heard him," Remo told Smith. "He's not budging."
"Very well," Smith said grimly. "I'm going to count on you, Remo. You must not fail. Locate the warhead and inform me immediately. I'll take care of the rest."
"What about this Russian?"
"Did you get his name?"
"No. Never thought to ask," Remo said. He called into the next room. "Hey, buddy, you got a name?"
"Ivan Vobla," Pavel called back.
"His name is Pavel Zarnitsa," Chiun spat. "I heard him called that."
"Yeah, that's right," Remo said. "This World Master recognized him right off. Called him by name. He can't figure it out himself. He keeps babbling about it."
"Remo, are you sure?" Smith demanded.
"Yeah, I am. Why?"
"I don't know," Smith said slowly. "Let me check my files." There was a pause while Smith called up some information on his computer.
"Yes, I do have a Pavel Zarnitsa. KGB. Currently stationed in New York City to monitor Russian employees working for Aeroflot. Extremely few people know he is in America..."