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The alarm klock sounds and Stieg awakes, it is his big day today. His partner have been to \"Norstedts förlag\" with two of his books manus and they wanted to speak to him. Finally his retirement fund would be measured. He had written two and almost finished the third book about the Journalist Karl Mikael Blomkvist and a hacker girl Lisbeth Salander and the people around them.

Stieg lits a cigarette and puts on the bullet proof jacket he always worn since 15 years back. He had a few cups of black coffe and before he got to the meeting at 10.30am he had smoked a package of Marlboro lights. He had started to smoke more and more lately, he sentenced in the air how things were getting tense around him. He were not anylonger 20 yars old and strong as he had been when he went to Africa/Eritrea to join Djihad before the Al Quaida was put together.

The meeting went well, he would get paid about $60 000 in advance, for the three books.

Stieg knew that the books were telling stories that had not been told before. He was used to be hated and hunted by Nazis and rasists. He had been running the war against them for years. He were even paid by Scotland Yard for teaching them about Right Extremists... But this book told the whole world about how high Politic profiles had done things that were more than secret, things that were dangerous to tell.

Stieg knew suddenly that he could not stay in life if these books were printed and sold to the public.

By the way, wouldn't it be a better best seller if the artist were already dead when the books came out?

Stieg Started to play with the thought of beeing dead, as in \"Blair Whitch project\". Then he woke up from the thoughts and started to think more practical. How could he fake a death? How could one stay alive after ones death? How much money would it take to die? And then, still be alive? Would he be able to live on the money that the books could generate? Who could he engage in his death? His partner? His friends at work? Is it leagal to protect someone that is faked dead? But alive? Is it a crime to not die that way?

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