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is pulled down almost to the edge of the glasses, make it impossible to see his

face; only his dark complexion and the gap in his chin make him recognizable. In
front of him in the picture is a big, muscular guy holding the car door. The guy

unmistakably looks like a bodyguard.

"Obviously a man who does not want to be recognized," Tom mumbles to
himself.

"In about 20 minutes, we will begin the approach to Frankfurt Airport," says

Steffen Hansen's voice through the speakers.
Tom scrolls through the last things Olina has sent him. When he is done, he

closes the computer and closes his eyes while the plane prepares for landing. He
has seen enough pictures; now he will meet the gentlemen, Gustav Kräsen and

Klaus Bonnert in the very flesh.

"Well, then here we are." It is Erik Mikaelsen who wakes him from his half-
drowsy state.

"Oh, yeah," he replies, trying to hide his distraction. "Yes, work calls."

Instinctively, he discreetly raises his hand under his shoulder, where his calibre
47 sits, and on to the belt, where he has ten extra cartridges in a small holster.

He knows with himself that shots will be fired today. He has been mentally
preparing for it for the past week or so. Whether it's a form of revenge, or

because he can no longer bear to play the harmless agent, he is not entirely clear.

The plane lands softly, almost imperceptibly, in the small airfield that lies
abandoned in the middle of the white, snow-covered landscape. From the

window he can see holding a black Mercedes Classic and a dark blue BMW 210,

with the engines running, all the way to where the plane is parked. The company
quickly gets off the plane and distributes itself in the cars with Tom in the

Mercedes and John and Erik in the BMW. The two drivers were also brought to

Germany from Denmark; both are from the Hunter Corps. They have secretly
arranged car rental, hotel reservations, and whatever else has been of

preparations before even the action, all managed from home by Olina.

“Everything is in place, papers, keys, everything is on the seat; it's just driving,”
says the man who drove the Mercedes.

"Fine, fine, then I'll see you get going," Tom replies.
The driver closes the door, leaves the car to Tom and gets on board the plane,