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over to them, and so does Ahmed.

Tom had texted less than five minutes ago that they had arrived and were
parking in the parking garage.

Ahmed is about to say something to Tom after they shake hands, but Pierre

Luipon gets ahead of him.
"What was your name?" he says to Tom, at the same time letting his gaze wander

from one to the other of the other two.

"Michael Andersen," Tom replies, while Pierre finds his booking on the
computer. Bjørn has made sure that they all get fake passports and false ideas in

connection with the action.
"Well, maybe you're all from the same company?"

Tom nods.

"Well, then just give me your passport too, and I'll check you in
gathered."

They give him their passports and stand in silence waiting to stay

checked.
It does not take many minutes before Pierre with an elegant,

curved motion lets their key card one by one slide over the highly polished
marble counter.

"Pssst," Pierre says loudly, flicking his solemn face with his fingers at one of the

other two receptionists, who is sitting and looking intently into one of the three
computer screens. "Are you nice to help the guests up in their rooms?" he

continues.

The slightly clumsy girl child gets up heavily with a bewildered expression in
her grey eyes, while she wipes her hands off in her light blue cowboy pants.

"No, no, it is not necessary. We invent ourselves, ”says Tom with a deterrent

motion with his hand
"Well..." Pierre looks at him in surprise and straightens his burgundy vest.

"We will probably have to help our colleagues," Ahmed offers to avoid another

situation dragging on.
“On the other hand, you are very welcome to make the conference room, which

we have booked, ready. We'll need it in twenty minutes. ”
He looks again at the computer screen.