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> He smiled. "Oh. Well, then." He looked back out at Cerebrum. "One
bottle
> of vintage red wine coming right up!"
"Superb, I need to celebrate," Cerebrum announced, grinning widely. "I just
bought a whole bunch of neat stuff on eBay. I spent twenty thousand
dollarpounds, and I'm not even upset. This equipment will come in handy for
my assignment from the Agency. It includes several empty ointment bottles
and a broken chair. I got it all from some guy's 'I'm being blackmailed'
sale."
"Congratulations, here's your wine," Zack said, placing it on the table.
"Why are you wearing a gas mask?" Cerebrum asked.
"We're, uh, exterminating some rats in the back room."
"Oh, I see. I didn't know wine came in plastic bottles."
"Space Corps regulations."
"Ah, that makes sense," Cerebrum counted out some bills from his wallet and
handed them over. "Here you go," and then he opened the bottle.
"Most curious, my sense of smell appears to have shut down," Cerebrum
commented, as the paint started to peel off the wall. "Maybe I'll let it sit
for a few minutes before I drink it."
He turned back to his portable computer, and checked his account, then sent
off another message to Dr Keto.
Dr Keto, this is Dr Cerebrum. I see you've deposited the money in my
account. Thank you. Unfortunately, I've already spent it all, and I need
another fifteen thousand. That shouldn't be a problem for a clever man like
you. Deposit it in the same account soon, thank you. Have a nice day.
Sincercely, Dr Cerebrum.