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.
Itâ€™s now 7:10.
He overslept, so now he has to ride the local train.
With a little luck heâ€™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 theyâ€™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, heâ€™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 hasnâ€™t told his wife about it.
Itâ€™s not that heâ€™s trying to cheat her, he just thinks itâ€™s nice having something for himself.