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2. ( Contd...Page 18)<br />There was confusion and panic at the Globe. Large billows of smoke emanated from the theatre. The bombs specially developed for counter insurgency operations were extremely effective. Even without fire the smoke was intense. The police and the fire fighters were busy evacuating the people. There was a near stampede as the crowd pushed hard towards the exit. Few large bodied men among the crowd had fortunately used muscle to take off the pressure. They intercepted the column of panicking men and women pressing on towards the exit and took control of the chaos. <br />The street outside was choc block with police vans, ambulances, and seven large fire tenders. The first two engines that had arrived had turned on their hoses flooding the exit and the street before they realised that there was no fire. That made things even worse, the exodus slower, slippery and more difficult. It looked distinctly different from the fun street it was half an hour ago.<br /> Tia Andretti was zeroing in the focus of her Android advanced location search tool. Her Google Internet TV linked the mobile search output to a wide screen LCD through a blue tooth to catch a better glimpse of the happenings at the Globe. <br />“So the mogul turns a murderess.” The lush and warm voice of Tatyana Zimmerman interrupted her as a POP spot appeared on the giant screen. Tia smiled and right clicked the POP icon to open and enlarge the image. The channel switched, she looked at the broad smiling face of Yana, her closest friend and soul mate, speaking from her sprawling home office at the Tarasa Shevchenka Boulevard in faraway Kiev. Yana was reclining in one of her trade mark long chairs that you could find her working from or sleeping on at any time of the day or night. It had a huge bucket seat with extended leg space and arm rests very much like the first class seats of any international air plane.<br />“Your work is done, baby. As always, you had your way”<br />“Can’t help it. It was a Hobson’s choice”<br />“Horseshit ! Compulsions of an insane maniac.”<br />“Well ! “ mused a reflective Tia “ It’s just one of those things in life that brook no reason”<br />“Ah ! . it’s always old friend revenge calling. Blame your Corsican blood.” Yana saw the lost look on Tia’s face and added nonchalantly. “Is something bothering you honey?” <br />“No. Just trying to find out by myself. For I have not got the score yet.” mumbled Tia tapping her cigarette on the ashtray.<br />“Oops ! Sorry ! The Ops have been done. Natalie shot her clean, through the chest. They even whisked away the body. But I have yet to get the full brief. They are still with the body. The disposal works. So it may take time. I put Helga on the call. We should get to know the soonest.” <br />Oh Good ! She raised her glass in a celebratory gesture. <br />“Cheers” ! <br /> (contd. Page 19) <br />Tia quickly finished her drink before pouring herself another “This one is to Reneberg.... Count your days !.....Here we come.” <br />“Not at all ! .....who told you that? No monkey tricks with Paul”<br />“ ...uh!.. why not ?..... may I”<br />“Cause it is his sixteen billion that we must get .....we want them first....the company”<br />“ duh ! ....Yes.... but finally we will..... kill him !.... I want to kill him! ” <br />“ True ....That could be years honey....”<br />“can’t wait”<br />“Don’t you rush into pumping him with bullets”<br />“You know I won’t. You are in the ops..... but I wish I was !”<br />“We’ll get him ....destroy him slowly first....in bits and pieces”<br />“as long as I get to grind his balls.....”<br /> “that you will”<br /> “I’ll use a Jackhammer to crush them ....lol ! ”<br />Yes but first the works must be in place. I have talked to Nick...we’ll nail him at the futures first.”<br />“ That’s good ! ....the two timing SOB” <br />“ Yes he is exposed in the contango trade....we have spiked his boys at ICE”<br />“Great”<br />“Besides we hired few tankers on his route”<br />“Really ! that’s news !”<br />“We’ll cut his deals on the route, now that we have him in his lay”<br />“Sounds music”<br />“Yes, we’ll bring him to the crunch first............tie up all his cash and when he’s fully committed we will start buying the stocks”<br />“Never knew Nick was such a strategist”<br />“That’s what he was at Oppenheimer before he joined the family”<br />“No wonder !”<br />“He’s been planning a coup on the Zug boys for long. He’s wanted oil badly in his folio. Only that now things have fallen in place after your leads”<br />“ Well I owe him a drink ......it’s my dirty work he’s doing”<br />“ He doesn’t think so. Now that he has the scent of blood...the bunny is his”<br />“Still I know it. He could have picked up any other bloke from the oil trade had he chosen. I still feel it is a great favour.” <br />“No honey. The amount of inside information he got on Paul was invaluable. Without that he could not have managed a coup. Besides the network of the Zug boys is pretty as much closed. They all work with Morgan Stanley. The lot of them. And they play the lots together. They would normally gang up against an outsider attack”. <br />She paused a little to pour herself another drink and continued.<br />“Only this fraud will talk against him. They are a mafia. The fraternity will hang him dry if they know how they are being milked. That will make it a cakewalk for Nick. He can waltz into the trade with the boys of Zug. Besides he is a Zurich guy. Not a rank outsider.” <br />“Ah ! at times I think who is the asset chasing tycoon”<br />“Not me. It’s got to be you or him. My biz is politics.”<br />“But I am sure you were in the thick of things”<br />“No believe me.”<br />“Really !”<br />“Nick is a loner with his plans. He loves it that way”. <br />“I see. ”<br />“Even the day when he planned to quit Kiev, he worked it alone. Set up offices in Zurich, tied up contacts both with the German embassy and the Swiss. Set up Rudolf to handle the back end at home”<br />“You mean he pre-planned ? He knew that they would want to arrest him.” <br />“ Yep. I could only much later place it that he had foreseen that this would happen”<br />“ And he didn’t let you on.....I would kill him ! “<br />“He is like that. Always been. He says he protects me from worries by keeping shut.”<br />“Grrrrrrrrr.....”<br />“In a way he was right. I would have never agreed. I was too attached to the land”<br />“ But still ....”<br />“Even when he talked about the boarding school for Helga, he did not say why. He simply put the plan into her head and let her do the talking.”<br />“Interesting”<br />“Yes. That’s how he works. He plant’s the seeds in other’s minds. Then he watches it grow. So everything works so easy for him. <br />“Mighty clever”<br />“Yes. It’s the people who do what he wants, believing that it is their idea.”<br />“And he never tells them that he initiated the plan”<br />“Never. He likes to play a germinator”<br />“Really ! I thought men loved boasting”<br />“Not this one. He works quite as a shadow”<br />“No ego trips”<br />“Not for him. He plants his seeds and then melts away. It could be few minutes contact. <br /> You will find him talking through you. That is for him like a one nights stand. ”<br />“ That’s exciting I must say. I am sure you can catch him at it”<br />“Nope ! He will deny he did it point blank. Only says that he talks logically.”<br />“ You mean, he’ll just deny it !”<br />“ I told you. He works silently. He will pick the strands from your mind. Then weave them to his pattern and leave. At the end of it you never can tell whether it was his design or yours that you carry.<br />“Awesome!” <br />“He is pretty smooth and convincing that you can never tell him off”<br />“Brilliant”<br /> “He will wade into you like water and exit after you are wet. Always his plans, and you feel your work is being done. Just like you are feeling now. You know he will fix Reneberg for you. But he will profit the most. Though at times he does things without profit motto. You can never make out his ways, that’s what bugs me most.”<br />Gigi and Kumara returned to wine cellar climbing the rope deftly as seasoned and professional mountaineers. Their toned bodies, muscled arms and hours of practiced drills made what was an onerous climb look easy. Once they returned to the lounge they picked up their drinks and chatted with the boys now deeply engrossed in a L.A. Lakers, Memphis Grizzlies showdown at the STAPLES Center.<br />Almost about a quarter hour later Gigi signalled to Kumara and they both strolled into the guest room conference hall that was adjacent to the lounge. Carefully closing the door behind her she put on the LCD internet TV that brought them within minutes to the video conference which was so long hosting Natalie Shevchenko. After they had got all the info from Natalie the bosses were ready to take in the inputs from these two who had disposed the body.<br />Gigi recognised none of the two men or the woman interrogating them, though the woman did look familiar .She tried to recollect without success and kept thinking as she replied. She knew that the Sri-Lankan Kumara would hardly be of help to identify the leader of the team, and after some time gave up the effort. The conference call went on similar lines as the one before them.<br /> The three interrogators on the other side of the Atlantic were asking three different questions on each aspect of the escape and making notes individually of the details provided. One was checking whether the original plan was followed while the others were interested in the events and the timing. The cross questioning went on for around the better part of two hours till the bosses were fully satisfied that they had not been followed to the farmhouse and no traces of the crime could be tracked. <br />Once fully convinced that a fool proof job had been executed they were instructed to leave behind the SUV’s at the farmhouse and leave on a Ford pickup truck parked in the Garage. This was a regular feature of operations and Gigi was an old hand to know that the vehicles used for the escape from the Globe would now be junked. Group Seven one of the top eliminator gangs of Ukraine that operated from Paris to Chicago was a stickler for detail and procedure and knew how to execute their assignments with skill, military precision and guerrilla camouflage. No wonder they were a mafia group with a 100% track record and no police record of their crimes both in the US and in Europe where they operated. <br />They operated like a corporate organisation and involved clients to feedback sessions during interrogation process. Clients could choose to be faceless or interact openly with the operators. This gave Group Seven a reputation of being an empowered agency with transparency and having the flexibility to go interactive too. Rudolph Vladimir Yashin the principle ideologue of Group Seven was no mean gun totting mafia boss. He considered himself to be an instrument of social change and believed in growing with a trusted few clients for whom he was a one stop shop handling everything from crowd management to organised crime. <br /> <br />The Zimmerman clan was one such client who fitted in his diverse socio-political syndicate ideology. Yana Zimmerman was the young political face of a new Ukraine after the orange revolution. She was fighting to save this vast central Asian republic from returning to the Russian fold after the 2004 uprising. She had studied with him at school and had been a good friend, though now it was hubby Nick who was a real chum. They often played golf together and for hours discussed and worked out various strategies of operations that helped their respective business, political and social objectives, that did not leave out organised crime and influence building. <br />Rudd and Nick were great friends, thick as thieves. Together they were stake holders in several international forums, NGO’s and research organisations, the elite Swiss clubs and the apex business councils. They both lived in luxury villas overlooking the serene Alpine lakes of Zug and Zurich merely an hour’s drive from each other. While they conducted their core businesses independently, they interacted almost daily at some venue or other. <br />Rudd’s father initially ran a logistics and transport business. They handled large and difficult consignments to be smuggled in and out of communist Russia. The trade was conducted through one of the most difficult and lucrative routes. The margins as large as three hundred percent as reward and death or Siberian imprisonment as penalty. Staying in Switzerland gave the Yashin’s the cover of an acknowledged neutral territory that was neither at war with the Eastern bloc or the NATO forces.<br />Ivanov Yashin Rudd’s father, had developed connections with the famed Swiss medical supplies. One of his companies Seven Seas provided logistic help and transported cargo for the Red Cross. They moved goods and men across difficult terrains both during the world war and in most international skirmishes thereafter. Though he was never actively involved in gun running, he dealt with almost all other war time commodities that needed to be moved across war zones. It included grain, food, hardware, clothes, medicines, vehicles, boats, livestock and even humans and gave the Group Seven political legitimacy among most Governments and politicians of the world. <br /> ( Contd Page 23)<br />The Yashin’s seldom used their political connections. Rudd was a strong believer in perfecting systems and worked tirelessly to develop this complex and risky trade. Every move he made was planned to the perfection and he rigorously trained his people to ensure that they performed well. They discussed and re-worked the plans endlessly setting up backups to each move in order to avoid pitfalls. <br />When Nick had evinced interest in Reneberg, they had together developed the plans to snare the oil baron. Rudd had known Reneberg for quite some years and met him several times at conferences and business chamber meets. However the conversation never had proceeded beyond the formal exchange of greetings. He knew Reneberg was a inner circle member of the powerful Marc Rich boys of Zug. He had connection with a few of the oil traders who had previously operated in Libya but not with the group who operated in the Gulf of Guinea. <br />The Marc Rich boys who had once totally dominated the land and sea routes of oil supply from West Africa were a tough lot with a reputation. Unlike the Group Seven they had got into the bad books of most of the law enforcement authorities of the region. Some of them were high on the wanted list of Interpol too, having made their fortune from large deals made with despot leaders of the region and from deals of arms smuggling, gun running and human trafficking. <br />Working on certain inside information provided by Tia, Rudd and Nick had tracked all his operations for nearly a year. Every deal that Reneberg had made in the African peninsula, his close links with the shipping tycoon Babroon Hamid and the showbiz world in Lagos the Nigerian capital were all examined in detail. After some time it became clear that Reneberg’s centre of operations was the oil rich state and he had his finger in many a pie at Lagos.<br /> Apart from the three oil concessions that Reneberg held, he owned multiple franchises and agencies for services and oil field equipment supply to the drilling fields operated by the local Government. Babroon took care of the logistics and the corrupt regime at Lagos, one of the richest in Africa. Reneberg took care of the lavish entertainment of the rich political class at Swiss resorts. Together they made millions of dollars out of contracting for the Government and working out shady deals with the help of politician and bureaucrats in the establishment. Soon Reneberg used his Scandinavian charm and developed his connections with local show biz world and the grand diva of belly dancing Ela Bubolezi. As he fell hook line and sinker for the voluptuous damsel, he forgot the pledges made to Tia Andretti, a mistake that would now prove expensive. <br /> (Contd…page 24)<br /> <br />Chapter 3 The Champ <br />Coach Eddie was pacing up and down the aisle. Too tense to wait patiently at the visitors room of the Hospital, Eddie walked up the long stretch that connected the parking lot to the front porch. Dr. Koster had been at the operation theatre for over two hours. Manipulating the brains of his ace fighter. Eddie decided against going back to his hotel room at The Stamford, a mere ten minute drive from the hospital. He would rather wait here for the outcome. A favourable conclusion. He wanted results beyond doubt. An outcome that would please Reneberg and renew his multimillion dollar contract as the coach and manager of the Swedish team.<br />He wanted to know whether the 5th level of controlled aggression could be induced in the human brain. Whether it could further accentuate and hone the attacking instincts of Steve. Steve Pernfors, the unbeatable champ in the world of martial arts whose keen fighting abilities were laced with induced hyperactive responses stimulated by the genius of the world’s best brain surgeon. Eddie remembered Dr. Koster’s warning of the entire operation going out of control. Withdrawal symptoms could hit any man after the 3rd level. So could involuntary spasms, erratic outbursts, total madness or even brain paralysis. But Steve Pernfors was no ordinary man.<br />He was a deadly combatant with animal power, human guile, automated reflexes powered by a science still unknown to even the latest medical journals. Only four people were aware of Steve’s modulated behaviour that Dr. Koster had successfully induced , killing fear, numbing senses, stimulating aggression, sharpening instincts, prompting agility through the bombardment of the synapses. The creation of ‘Superman Steve’. A perfect product of molecular biology, nuclear science, chemistry, nuero-logistics, and electrical engineering he was one of the most closely guarded secrets of the world of competitive sports.<br />Gone were the days of delectable performance enhancing chemical drugs, the anabolic steroids and the THG, the modafinil, the blood booster EPO’s and the designer steroids that left traces in the blood or urine samples. Dr. Koster’s manipulation of the human brain was the beginning of a new era. The era of nuero-logistics. Creating unbeatable man robots with slightly altered brain responses. Tailored to win. This was a period of great scientific importance believed Dr. Koster. The period of physical dominance was becoming an increasingly outdated concept. This was the beginning of a new age. An era in which control of the human mind would change the face of the earth. <br /> ( Contd…Page 25) <br />Nurse Marissa wheeled in a chair towards Steve and flashed a dazzling smile. She paused a brief moment, turning it around towards him as he approached her. “This is for you Champ.... Here….. Get in the hot seat.” said Marissa. “Can walk.... Nobody’s taken my legs” answered Steve giving an impish look taking over the wheelchair and pushing it quickly towards the OT. <br />“Hey, you sit! You….” she said trying to stop him, but Steve was away flying through the corridor towards the operation theatre with Marissa behind him. She caught him half way down the aisle but the big burly Swede dragged her along till she nearly lost her balance. Then suddenly releasing the chair, he caught Marissa squarely on her lips gripping her in his giant arms as she struggled to set herself free. The wheelchair hurtled down the aisle surprising a medical attendant who barely caught it as it threatened to bang into the door leading to the washroom. <br />“Naughty boy” said a dishevelled and flustered Marissa, freeing herself from the clutches of the big man and straightening her ruffled dress. “Just wait till I clamp you in” she added menacingly. “If I live through this you won’t walk away so easy” Steve winked mischievously as he settled in the wheelchair that she had by now retrieved. “Sure you will live, but how!” Marissa whistled thinking of the last time he had gone through the process. It had taken her more than 36 hours to take the heat off the raging monster that Dr. Koster had created, and she had enjoyed every moment of it.<br /> Marissa wheeled Steve back past the ICU to the nuero bay adjoining the surgeon’s chamber. She fastened him slowly and meticulously by nearly a dozen seat belts. Feet, knees, thighs, stomach, waist, chest neck and the arms. Each limb was secure separately strapped besides the upper and lower body to absorb the body reflexes countering the spontaneous movement of muscles induced by electric pulsations.<br />“Don’t worry, I will get even!” he countered at the top of his booming voice. She kept doing her job occasionally whispering “easy boy easy” as she went about tightening the straps making him scream. This was not the first time for Steve. Still, true to his nature he kept shouting and protesting. “Bitch…..Have a heart….fuck you…..” and all the choice expletives from a boxers jargon, protesting and cursing loudly till Marissa shoved in a mouth guard to shut him up. The surprised champ squirmed in his chair but could do nothing other than glower. <br /> (Contd…Page 25)<br />The eyes glowed for a brief second as Steve endured the pressure of the machine tightened clamps on his body. He had already started feeling dizzy. It was as if the torque was set at its limit squeezing just about every vein and nerve reducing the flow of blood to the body to the bare minimum. He felt his veins would burst and blood would flow out from his eyes. His eyes had become a monster red and were almost popping out. It scared her. She held his hand and could feel that he was fast losing strength as the oxygen supply to the body was depleting. Looking at the large in built stopwatch ticking away beneath the arm rest of the wheel chair she counted the slowly moving seconds with bated breath.<br />There was still thirty seven seconds left and he was already using up the last of his oxygen. Though he was free to breath the flow of blood was severely restricted to the body due to the tightened clamps. Blood was not flowing adequately through the arteries and capillaries. The capillaries form a fine network of blood vessels with extremely thin walls that come in close contact to the body tissues. The tiny red blood cells that pass through the walls of the capillaries to deliver oxygen to the body cells and the also collect carbon- di-oxide waste from the cells were being constricted physically to test the endurance of the ace fighter. This was one of the most sensitive parts of the inner body that could rupture easily and it was important to test its conditioning before the electrically induced spasms began.<br />“Hold your breath….. Good boy ” said Marissa as she dabbed a swab of a foul smelling yellow cream on his forehead. There was little reaction from Steve, though it was extremely putrid and intense and would have normally made him jump under ordinary circumstances. Though it made her want to puke, she never used any perfume or any other artificial means ward off the pungent smell though she was free to do so. “Now look right, and chin up” she said rubbing the cream on the left side of the head and soon turned the head right to give it an all round spread. She massaged the cream carefully and meticulously again and again, first slowly and then vigorously all round the head especially above the ears where the electrodes would be placed. <br /> (Contd..Page 27)<br /> <br />Then as the stopwatch came to zero she started loosening the clamps just a little bit allowing flow of blood back to the cells normally. Steve had nearly passed out. She had to vigorously massage him, to help the blood circulate back to the cells. Slowly as he came back to senses he squeezed his nose as the stench overcame him. His hands were still fastened but his nose twitched up, down and up, making her burst out in laughter. That helped. She found his eyes smile back though the muscles were still too stressed and his face still remained taut and strained.<br />It took the better part of a quarter hour to get Steve back in shape. Once he was back to normal they both laughed nervously and she held his hand. Her eyes moistened a little as she realized that she was pushing him knowingly to the ultimate, where failure was inevitable. Whether that would happen today or a year later, she did not know. All she knew was that this could not go on forever. She had seen him endure the nerve rattling electric pulsations that would have normally consumed any mortal. She admired his strength and resilience but was afraid that it could not last long as he had already crossed the endurance levels other sportsmen had ever reached. <br />She bit her lip to hold herself, then dabbed into the jar to take out a dollop of the yellow cream to smear it on his forehead. The traces of emotion welling up within her vanished, as both of them held their breath to hold off the stench. Finally they looked at each other, only to say “Ugh”. <br />She kept massaging the forehead with the cream and applied some more of it before she took out a yellow polyurethane headset from an independently lit temperature controlled drawer. Then she helped clamp on the headset mounted on a thick elastic band with metallic strips sticking out like an Indian warrior’s headgear. She dipped into the jar liberally and applied some more cream around the place where the electrodes came in contact with the skin. <br />Two medical assistants in green tunics arrived after a few minutes. They took a bunch of papers from Marissa that recorded the physical condition of Steve prior to the mental conditioning. Then they wheeled the chair to a dimly lit chamber adjacent to the dressing room where Marissa had been working on Steve. She followed the assistants looking sombre, the blood nearly drained from her face, possibly fearing that this could be the last time she was seeing him healthy and sane. An anaesthetist arrived soon and doused him with a spray followed by an injection. The lights blurred, and soon Steve passed out. <br /> (Contd…Page 28)<br />The gray matter located around the cerebral aqueduct of the midbrain is critical and controls the aggressive behaviour of all mammals. These brain areas are known to be hypersensitive and control the expression of all the behavioural and autonomic components of aggression in humans including vocalization. They are centrally connected to both the brainstem nuclei that control these functions and vital areas like the prefrontal cortex and the amygdala.<br />The amygdala is also a core area for generating aggression. Stimulation of the amygdala results in augmented aggressive behaviour. Experimentation on attack-primed Syrian Golden Hamsters had proved long ago that the amygdala was the key area to generate controlled aggression. Studying the neural circuitry of the attack readiness and mode of aggression of these animals a blue print for combat effectiveness and induced aggression for humans could be drawn. <br />Dr. Earl Routtenberg nee Richard Koster checked the grip of the platinum electrodes along with the diaphragm that held the scalp. The electrodes were so positioned that the current flowing through them numbed certain sensory organs and activated others in the human brain. There were sixty different pulsations to be sent, through a controlling microchip based control panel of Siemens the German electrical and medical equipment giant, at high frequencies ranging from 300 Hz to500 Hz during the next three hours. It was a complete state of art medical centre with equipment worth several million dollars unlike the early days, when Dr. Koster started to explore the realms of neural science. <br /> It is said that working on an emergency accident case, he had activated the numb and paralyzed sensory nerves of a fifty year old patient who had given him the first opportunity to test his skills on humans. He had used rudimentary makeshift copper strips fixed into an elastic head band cut away from the top of a undergarment that he was forced to create for generating the electrical stimulation to revive the midbrain area. <br />The man brought to him at his home by neighbours’ at the dead of the night would have been brain dead, had he attempted to shift him to the hospital, a good twenty minutes drive from his home at Rehovot the outskirts of Tel Aviv. Besides conventional medicine would try to revive him with drugs which was a much slower process and had little or no chances of success. Helped by his nephew a certified electrician, who fortunately had his trade tools handy and his wife who had taken compulsory training of a nurse during the Yom Kippur war, Dr.Koster set up an impromptu hospital at his home in less than a quarter of an hour. . . . (Contd. Page 29) <br />It took slightly over three hours to revive the patient and almost two days to safely discharge him after testing the functionality of all his faculties. That this happened without his having to go to a hospital meant that there was no official record of the process of recovery. The Doctor was understandably enthused that he had located a way to bring back activity to the human brain by electrical stimulation but was more excited by the fact that he could try this process to induce controlled aggression in humans and its effect in turning out winners in competitive and combative sports and warfare. He submitted a research paper based on his successful medical adventure which was misinterpreted as an effort to create human monsters. He was actually the victim of an entrenched military intelligence lobby who were promoting a similar project that had invested millions of dollars of Government funds to create superior fighters for the army. Dr. Koster’s research would make this American joint venture project look foolish. It needed to be booted out before it gained acceptance amongst peer reviewers and the medical scientific community. A brilliant and a somewhat aberrant scientist Dr. Koster was dismissed from the Weizmann Institute of Rehovot, Israel four years ago for unauthorized extension of his research on neurotransmitter stimulations on humans.<br />He wrote extensively on his observations on hamsters and simians with which he had worked with previously and possibilities of creating high quality supercharged humans for short periods of time without injecting serotonin or testosterone or any other researched chemical messenger externally. That had rung the alarm bells amongst the powerful military intelligence lobby and he was surprised to find no takers for his efforts. The first experiment however had merely showed him the probability, but today four years later he had developed the science into a fine art of innumerable possibilities.<br />The ventrolateral pre-optic area of the brain contains a population of sleep active neurons that sends out signals to the nerve cell of the brain to switch it off when we go to sleep. Located in the hypothalamus the controlling signals had been blocked while the brain was hyperactive for a brief period by the medic. While regular brain conditioning over the last few years had increased the synapses and the capillaries that transmitted nutrients to the brain by almost eight percent, an electrochemical solution strengthened the walls by a third to withstand the high frequency oscillations sent to energize the brain into hyperactivity. This induced additional hyperactivity to a conditioned brain could turn an ordinary mortal into a superman and champion sportsman Steve Pernfors into an invincible war machine. <br /> (Contd…Page 30)<br />It was a sharp mid morning shower in the puckered hill country, south of the Sea of Galilee. A gaggle of girls and boys were playing on the stony volcanic cones. Rocks, basalt and remains of lava fields that ran over a hundred miles off the banks of one of the world’s largest fresh water lakes and the river Jordan that sourced it. Rain clouds being swept away by strong winds had burst forth suddenly encountering resistance at the jagged tops of the overlooking Golan heights.<br />A swiftly moving thunderstorm had suddenly darkened the skies as high gale speeds raged over the valley. The menacing sable grey clouds parted and a silver streak of light beamed through like a halo on the gray, green and golden brown hillside. The cloud of dust raised by the storm was being washed down by the rain drops sparkling in the sunbeam amongst the angry clatter of hoof beats as it struck the igneous rocks on the surface. <br />Among the mottled white stones that resembled oversized ostrich eggs stood a pale young boy who tended a fragile blue jay, brought down among the rocks by high wind speeds and a possible unidentified predator, a hungry long legged buzzard or even a drifting African sea eagle. Unmindful of the heavy showers that had drenched him to the bone, the boy cupped his little hands storing enough rain water for the frazzled bird to drink. His loose flowing pajamas and his long golden flowing hair fluttered in the gusty wind that blew across the country side. <br />The blue eyed youngster ignored the raging rainstorm and attended to the injured bird. He noticed the bird perch uncomfortably on the mound of his palm and raised it gently to discover a fractured leg. Young Earl took the bird home to his kibbutz at Kinneret and kept it in a handmade straw basket for four days, feeding it and attending to its broken leg. He plastered it with the help of twig and mudpack from the healing clay rich in volcanic deposits and sulfur content found in abundance around the Sea of Galilee that the kibbutz dwellers considered as the holy soil.<br />The barefoot bare-bodied rowdy Kibbutzim kids would crowd in every evening when little Earl permitted them to take a peep at the prized bird for a brief half an hour. Thus evolved the young Dr. Earl Routtenberg tending injured birds, animals and even humans who were regular victims of terrorist attacks by the angry displaced Palestinian Arabs, across the porous barricades. <br /> . (contd. ....page 31)<br />The elders of the Kibbutz were mostly survivors of the Nazi camps complete with the Auschwitz tattoo. The teenagers were all trained to fight with Uzi automatic rifles besides lethal hand combat. They were involved in daily skirmishes with the ubiquitous Hamas militia which considered all of Palestine to be Arab country and were waging a no holds bar war against the Jewish usurpers. Among the “Mavet La Aravim” – Death to the Arabs! chants Earl Routtenberg, a young Ashkenazi Jew of German origin grew up not as a soldier ever alert to parcel bombs or sniper attacks, but as a serious student of Medical science and the human brain. <br />Earl knew all about the science of revival even before he entered medical school. Animals and humans hurt accidentally from mines buried years ago during the Yom Kippur war amongst the rocky terrain were the biggest source of concern for the Kibbutz. The threats had remained undetected and undeciphered by the mine sweepers due to the uneven undulating mountainside, jagged with monolithic boulders and lava sludge. The rocks and coarse clays had come down all the way to the freshwater lake of Galilee and provided crevices and crannies in which the mines had been buried many years ago.<br />They were devastating, often full of nails and shrapnel, often killing or maiming the adventurous children and members of the animal rearing community that ventured towards the tufts of green and golden brown unknowingly. As mine struck casualties and sniper attacks were many and there was little time to rush victims to hospitals or even certified medics it fell upon enterprising volunteers to give first aid as well as take care of the victims injured at odd times of the day and night. This was an open university of medical science where you were called upon to be a fracture specialist on one day and an eye surgeon the other. Under the supervision of a right arm amputed medical retiree from the armed forces young Earl and few other boys of the Kibbutz grew to be expert surgeons and specialists.<br />At one point of time they were called upon to operate an entire truckload of bleeding survivors including women and small children hit by an stray ammunition shell. That night Earl learnt important lessons by his keen observation of the victims, especially how the nervous system works and responds to medication. He knew better than his peers not only about the parts of the human body, but about the flow of blood the internal tissues and muscles, the nerves, arteries and veins and how the individual body parts function as homogenous centrally controlled remote units<br /> (As on 30 Dec 2010) <br /> <br /> <br /> COPYRIGHT PROTECTED BYCOPYSCAPE<br /> <A HREF=quot;
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