He had missed. He must have missed. The range was too far; the target too small. Then, as Remo watched, the helicopter pitched forward, and then it dropped, plummeting, like a rock, and there was a flash of light, and a split-second later an explosion as the aircraft crashed into the rocky soil of Scambia.
Chiun stood up. "She is dead, my son," he said.
"I know," Remo said. "You got the pilot."
"I know," Chiun said. "Did you doubt I would?"
"Not for a moment," Remo said. "Let's go. Smith owes us a vacation. I need to rest."
"You need to practice the back elbow thrust," Chiun said.