What if today is your graduation day at medical school? You recover from retrograde Amnesia and discover the master to whom you've to wait believes the oath you just took to uphold the sanctity of life is just but crap.To save lives is not his agenda. You're a trained killer, with a mysterious code embedded in your arm.
A terrorist faction called the Shrine Tango Movement seeks to exploit your I.Q.But its a setup.Extremists from the terror group capture and lure you with a €5 Million reward to solve the so called Psi-Files secret chain. The chain is to be employed to design a high-tech spacecraft from which a biological weapon known as the 'Night Blight' shall be released on selected locations in the U.S., Israel and Ukraine.In what appears to be a retaliatory move against this ploy, the U.S. is about to go to war with Russia. And three other factions are hunting you down to steal the chain.
Would you flee? Would you fight back? Or would you embrace this quest?Survive tells it all.
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THE INTICATE CIRCUIT SERIES
THE PROFESSOR- book three
To Stella and William
Prologue
With the promise of a 5 million Dollar reward by the Shrine Tango Movement I finally agree to involve myself in the X-File case. It turns out that this is a case that can only be solved by involving certain very unique derivative functions of mathematics. My being a pure genius triggers my selection to solve this mystery that was a recovery scheme of the Files from the C.I.A headquarters at a place called AREA 51. I meet some autistic professor going by the name Prof. Wilhelm Gutenberg a pure Genius in Calculus at Humboldt University in Germany. Apparently I am made to understand that he's the only guy with the ability to solve one single Puzzle before my breaking the X-Files secret chain.
I pose this single question to the said professor and in two weeks he's nowhere close to supplying me with the solution to my question. He then decides to dedicate himself with certain finite deferential equations nine hours a day. And with every striking of the ninth hour without any possible solution he fixes himself a cup of coffee, retires to the basement and digs his grave one foot further. He does that for almost eleven months without success and on his 50 feet mark; he swallows a bottle of Cyanide and buries himself in the grave! I then get the rarest of opportunities to inherit his Bungalow, his X-Files research papers, his PC and a very lousy British Bull dog that seemed to have harbored some very strong grudge against me! The differential equations now organize themselves to vanquish me!
