Not knowing what else she should do, Jihan called me. Her mind was so alert that she noticed the number of the ambulance, and I had no great difficulty in tracing it to a private clinic on the outskirts of town. When I arrived at the clinic, I was surprised that it was as impregnable as a fortress.
There were guards at the gate and it was surrounded by a huge wall. I beat hard against the wall, which was about two meters high, avoiding the barbed wire, the windows on the ground floor had bars, but I made a zigzag up a drainpipe until I came to a window on the second floor, which for some reason had been left partly open.
I found myself in a lab when I heard muffled noises behind the second door, peeked through the keyhole and saw what looked like a full operating room and a surgical team doing their job on Akram. The latter was covered with a sheet from the neck to the bottom of his body and it seemed that they were attaching tubes and wires to him. I held my breath when I realized that they had removed the top of Akram's skull and to my great horror, a surgeon reached the open top in Akram's head and easily extracted his brain, placing it in a hemispherical stainless steel bowl.
The tubes and wires that I had previously observed were connected at that time to the brain separated from the body. Surgeons carefully carried the blood mass (the brain) into a kind of glass tank (cylindrical container) and lowered it into it. My first thought was that I stumbled upon a cabal of futuristic demons that derive their power from vivisection. And my second thought was that Akram was an insurance agent and maybe that was their way of earning even for increases in their poorly performing insurance rates. And if they did this every Wednesday night, their rates wouldn't rise any more!
My meditations stopped when suddenly a light appeared in the darkness of my lair and I found myself looking up at the group of horrific medicine men I had never seen before. They dealt with me in the next room and fixed me on an operating table.