With this post we are up to date with what I have written so far.  Further posts will consist of only what I have written in a day (a few thousand words at most) and possibly some commentary on the same.  Please keep in mind that this is all a rough draft probably full of spelling and grammar mistakes and all sorts of other errors.  That doesn't mean that you shouldn't point them out though.  Also, please ignore any Latex command embedded in the text.  I can't be bothered to go through and convert them to HTML here (yes an automated tool would probably work, too lazy).



 \emph{``Well that went well!''} thought Danes sarcastically as he
barged open the front door and ran out as fast as he could!  He could
see the man that Matroska had thrown out of the window lying crumpled
on the dented roof of a nearby car.  The man was groaning softly,
Danes suspected that he wouldn't make it.  Being thrown out of a first
floor window is one thing, being thrown across a room and
\emph{through} a reinforced plate glass window, falling several metres
onto a car below by none other than Matroska the Prussian is another
thing entirely.  Danes wondered how many time he had done it before.
His aim vas very good.  However there was no time reminisce now when
he had some desperate escaping to do!

Everything \emph{had} been going well at first, or so it had seemed.
Perhaps it would have always ended like this even if things had gone
differently.  No point in thinking about that now.  The walk up to the
bank had gone uneventfully enough.  The sun was shining, birds were
singing and the population of George Town was going about its merry
business, blisfully unaware of the trepidations racing through Danes'
mind, and the endless stream of encrypted binary-encoded arcana Danes
imagined to be perpetually racing through Matroska's eldritch
techno-grimoire of a mind.  The only slightly concerning part being a
few minutes after leaving the jetty.  Matroska cocked his head
slightly as they were walking, not losing stride, and said ``Someone
is following us.''

Danes looked at him.  His face was impassive as ever, ``Are you sure?''

``It is of no consequence, we continue'' said Matroska simply.  That
was the end of that.  By now Danes was getting used to not being able
to get any blood out of this particular stone.  If Matroska thought it
was OK then he guessed it was.  Probably just some local street urchin
who saw them land wanting to earn a few dollars being of use to (or
stealing from) some clueless tourists.