Diplomatic Immunity

He said he wasn't immortal but nothing could kill him. Still, if the Earth was to live as a free world, he had to die.

"Come right in, gentlemen," the Ambassador waved them into the very special suite the State Department had given him. "Please be seated."

Colonel Cercy accepted a chair, trying to size up the individual who had all Washington chewing its fingernails. The Ambassador hardly looked like a menace. He was of medium height and slight build, dressed in a conservative brown tweed suit that the State Department had given him.

His face was intelligent, finely molded and aloof....