Part 1, containing more instructions
The latest thrilling instalment! Warning: it's pretty much impossible to construct a square of this size without using some obscure words that you might have to look up.
“Where is the formula?” the man they called Gilgamesh demanded, as I struggled vainly against my bonds. “I don't want to hurt you. I am not a cruel man.”
“Tell that to the American civilians who died in the bio-attacks along the Eastern ________!” I shouted defiantly.
“Oh, and you blame me for that? I'm almost flattered. But what would you know about it? I thought you were a humble ________, not some kind of spy.”
I wanted to tell the truth, but if he knew for sure that I really was a businessman, maybe he'd just kill me. “And I thought you were an investor, not an Islamist terrorist!”
“Me? I abandoned my faith long ago, and was cast out as an ________. It is money that makes the world go around. The Greeks and the Turks, they say their religions make them different, but they are all the same. I learned that as a smuggler, plying my trade through the Dardanelles and the Strait of ________.”
“You? Working for a living?”
“Do you think I got this rich by lounging around and eating stuffed ________ like a decadent towel-clad Frenchman? I worked hard for my money, and I will use it as I please.”
“What are you seeking?”
“Peace.”
I laughed sardonically.
“Oh no,” he clarified. “I don't mean an end to violence. I mean inner peace. ________. When I am a billionaire, then I can take care of the people I want to protect. Only then can I rest easy.”
“I must say, you have an impressive vocabulary,” I said, trying to build some rapport.
“Oh, I am a man of many talents. I can master whatever I set my mind to, whether it be tuning and ________ an outboard motor for optimum performance, tasting wine, or riding a horse. Would you believe I once thought to compete in a ________ event at the World Equestrian Games?”
I tried to imagine it, but I could not.