<b><b>19 Bleak Lane, Lyndhurst, Hampshire.<br/>
1st May, 2021<br/>
08:51</b></b><br/><br/>Suger listened to the strange lady's analysis with sheer disgust. His lips curled in distaste as if he had chewed on something sour. What was it about people really? They were all crazy, no one could think straight, except him of course, the remaining 99.99% were illogical and irrational. Sentimental dummies on societies string.<br/><br/>"You could have just said an egg." He answered with much disdain when she was done. Then his eyes suddenly grew in excitement as it focused on her hair. She would be able to see the sinister glow in his dark pupils as he crossed the three steps onto the porch. He reached out to her hair, tenderly and curiously as if touching a precious gem.<br/>"My oh my!" He croaked hoarsely then chuckled. "My head you see, the hair has betrayed me, rebeled you see and refused to grow..if you would be so nice..to lend me yours." He forced a smile, one that turns out as mischievous as a cat's grin.<br/><br/>A black Nissan Humvee pulls beside Suger's automobile, dangerously close just inches from making contact. Big hunk Gareth Bunk came down from the vehicle and approached the two on the porch. Bunk assumed them to be his supposed colleagues, surely the all-knowing professor won't be the scrawny little man with the silly grin or the ponytail girl on glasses.<br/>"Hello!" He called waving as he approached. He was genuinely excited at the prospect of making millions as the professor had promised and the new faces he was to work with. Interesting nice folks like the professor.<br/>"Me Bunk." He introduced stretching a hand still three steps away from the porch wearing a friendly smile that was in clear contrast to the scowl on Suger.<br/><br/>.............<br/><br/>Gislebert's gaze hasn't fluttered from the screen since Lonsdale arrived. He had strictly instructed the house staff not to let anyone in till 9.am<br/>He glanced at his wristwatch, sighed then nodded to the elderly man to let them in.