The Hunt (Mike Greystone, Book 1) by Michael Sigurdsson Page A
Authors: Michael Sigurdsson
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rhetorical question, as before he started the sentence he’d already poured a full glass of vodka.
I left his residence and once more praised the design of his dwelling. My driver took me back to the airport, I boarded the plane and I was back home late that evening.
18.
I woke up early the next morning. I ate scrambled egg with fried onion, parma ham, and tomatoes. Delicious and nutritious. The key was to prepare it slowly. I did the onion first, chopped it into small pieces, but not too small as it would fry too quickly. Added some butter into the frying pan, and fried the onion over a small flame, stirring it often with a wooden spoon, so that it wouldn't burn, but remained soft and tasty. Ten to fifteen minutes should be sufficient, depending on how thinly you chopped the onion. Then I added the parma ham, less than one or max two minutes before adding eggs was sufficient as the slices were very thin and it fried quickly. Then I added the eggs, and mixed them in, stirring all the time to avoid burning any of the ingredients. Three eggs plus some wholemeal bread would keep you going for at least a few hours. If I was short of time, I would use spring onions instead, as they were more tender and fried quicker. That way I would have all the flavor in less than half the time.
After breakfast I took a shower, dressed, and left my house. I drove to the office first. I turned on my laptop and searched the Internet for ‘lobotomy.’ I found some fairly comprehensive information on ‘lobotomy’ on Wikipedia. I printed off a few pages as a souvenir for Mr. Zhao. A courier with the orbitoclast and hammer that Zara had ordered the day before had arrived earlier that morning. She’d packed it into a nice box. So I was ready. I left the office, and drove to Mr. Zhao's residence.
There was no doubt, Mr. Zhao had much more taste architecture-wise. His house was much more tasteful and stylish than Ivanov's, with his turrets and merlons.
"Good morning, Mr. Greystone," I was greeted by Mr. Zhao. He led me into the breakfast area. I handed him the gift.
"Thank you Mr. Greystone. May I ask what this is?" he said.
"Please open the parcel to find out," I responded. He handed it to one of his goons, safety first, just in case there was something lethal in the packet. The guy unpacked it, produced the orbitoclast and hammer and handed them to Mr. Zhao.
"Looks very interesting, what is this?"
"It's an orbitoclast, also called a leucotome," I explained, sounding very educated. I could play smart as I’d read it on Wikipedia just that morning. "And the other tool is a hammer. Both are useful for performing a lobotomy."
"A lobotomy, sounds interesting, I think I may have seen one in a movie many years ago," he said. He became very attentive. I surely aroused sadistic propensities in Mr. Zhao.
"The procedure is essentially severing the connections between certain sections of the brain, between the prefrontal cortex and the thalamus, if I remember correctly," ah, Wikipedia was indispensable these days, I thought to myself. I must remember to donate a few bucks to Wikipedia, as those guys did really great job, but they didn’t have any advertising revenue, they just relied on donations. "This procedure could be useful for disciplining unruly individuals without actually killing them. And I'm sure you would have some fun along the way."
"Tell me more, Mr. Greystone," Mr. Zhao said. His eyes were gleaming with barely disguised interest.
I took out the printout about lobotomies and read a few lines: "Transorbital means through the eye socket. Lift the upper eyelid, put the orbitoclast under the eyelid resting on the top of the eyeball, position it upwards at a certain angle, then hammer the orbitoclast two inches into the frontal lobes, pivot toward the nose, return to the neutral position and send it a further four-fifths of an inch into the brain. There's quite a detailed description here," I summarized the text and gave
I left his residence and once more praised the design of his dwelling. My driver took me back to the airport, I boarded the plane and I was back home late that evening.
18.
I woke up early the next morning. I ate scrambled egg with fried onion, parma ham, and tomatoes. Delicious and nutritious. The key was to prepare it slowly. I did the onion first, chopped it into small pieces, but not too small as it would fry too quickly. Added some butter into the frying pan, and fried the onion over a small flame, stirring it often with a wooden spoon, so that it wouldn't burn, but remained soft and tasty. Ten to fifteen minutes should be sufficient, depending on how thinly you chopped the onion. Then I added the parma ham, less than one or max two minutes before adding eggs was sufficient as the slices were very thin and it fried quickly. Then I added the eggs, and mixed them in, stirring all the time to avoid burning any of the ingredients. Three eggs plus some wholemeal bread would keep you going for at least a few hours. If I was short of time, I would use spring onions instead, as they were more tender and fried quicker. That way I would have all the flavor in less than half the time.
After breakfast I took a shower, dressed, and left my house. I drove to the office first. I turned on my laptop and searched the Internet for ‘lobotomy.’ I found some fairly comprehensive information on ‘lobotomy’ on Wikipedia. I printed off a few pages as a souvenir for Mr. Zhao. A courier with the orbitoclast and hammer that Zara had ordered the day before had arrived earlier that morning. She’d packed it into a nice box. So I was ready. I left the office, and drove to Mr. Zhao's residence.
There was no doubt, Mr. Zhao had much more taste architecture-wise. His house was much more tasteful and stylish than Ivanov's, with his turrets and merlons.
"Good morning, Mr. Greystone," I was greeted by Mr. Zhao. He led me into the breakfast area. I handed him the gift.
"Thank you Mr. Greystone. May I ask what this is?" he said.
"Please open the parcel to find out," I responded. He handed it to one of his goons, safety first, just in case there was something lethal in the packet. The guy unpacked it, produced the orbitoclast and hammer and handed them to Mr. Zhao.
"Looks very interesting, what is this?"
"It's an orbitoclast, also called a leucotome," I explained, sounding very educated. I could play smart as I’d read it on Wikipedia just that morning. "And the other tool is a hammer. Both are useful for performing a lobotomy."
"A lobotomy, sounds interesting, I think I may have seen one in a movie many years ago," he said. He became very attentive. I surely aroused sadistic propensities in Mr. Zhao.
"The procedure is essentially severing the connections between certain sections of the brain, between the prefrontal cortex and the thalamus, if I remember correctly," ah, Wikipedia was indispensable these days, I thought to myself. I must remember to donate a few bucks to Wikipedia, as those guys did really great job, but they didn’t have any advertising revenue, they just relied on donations. "This procedure could be useful for disciplining unruly individuals without actually killing them. And I'm sure you would have some fun along the way."
"Tell me more, Mr. Greystone," Mr. Zhao said. His eyes were gleaming with barely disguised interest.
I took out the printout about lobotomies and read a few lines: "Transorbital means through the eye socket. Lift the upper eyelid, put the orbitoclast under the eyelid resting on the top of the eyeball, position it upwards at a certain angle, then hammer the orbitoclast two inches into the frontal lobes, pivot toward the nose, return to the neutral position and send it a further four-fifths of an inch into the brain. There's quite a detailed description here," I summarized the text and gave
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