When he and his family moved away from Copenhagen, he made an arrangement with his employer:
He telecommutes from home two days a week and works on the train back and forth.
He checks his e-mail and does some programming.
He has been with the company since Hitman 1.
His wife is a biologist and works for Engineering and Environment, and they have two boys.
It’s now 7:10.
He overslept, so now he has to ride the local train.
With a little luck he’ll reach Kalvebod Wharf by quarter past 9:00.
He can see all the semis waiting at the dock.
The fjord is just visible behind them.
The train begins to rumble forward, and the gray-bearded conductor who often works this route climbs aboard and starts punching tickets.
They pass the industrial part of town with its enormous oil tankers, and like that they’re already rolling across the countryside.
Sometimes, he plays a round of poker in the morning.
Last week he won $1,300, the week before that he won $800.
If things continue this way, he’ll be able to live off his winnings soon.
The money is deposited into a bank account he set up with Butterfield, in the Cayman Islands.
He hasn’t told his wife about it.
It’s not that he’s trying to cheat her, he just thinks it’s nice having something for himself.
