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"That sort of life isn’t for me. Everyone doesn’t have to start a family."

Had been his standing reply, when Minna regularly took to the subject.
His cell phone vibrates in his left pocket. He carefully picks up the phone, while

putting the other phone with the interactive map away. He connects the specially

made headset and accepts the incoming call; it’s Bjørn again.
“They’re fucking on to us. Hold your position. The chopper above is theirs,

not ours. We have one on its way. Right now, I’m figuring out how we can speed

up the process.” It’s not common for Bjørn to swear, he’s clearly worried.
Tom meets Bjørn’s concern in a low-pitched, almost toneless reply. "Who

do we have on the ground, and can they support me?"
"Yes, yes. We have people in place," Bjørn answers.

Tom pulls out his gun. "They are damn fast!"

"Yes, it’s not good " says Bjørn and continues. “Karin and Helle have
arrived, they are standing-by on their positions near the Food Hall. They both

follow your every move on the screen. A boat with 6 Frogmen is on its way,

approximately five minutes. If you can get into Kronborg before the others
arrive, making the push, that would be-”

Tom and Bjørn doesn’t have time to talk any further, as the sound from
the roaring helicopter above him makes him unable to hear more.

Now, there are several more engines in the airspace, this time the sound

comes from behind; police helicopters. He switches back to his service device
containing the map, putting his other phone back in the pocket. He then proceeds

to grab his gun with the other hand and looking out into the snow filled night,

shielding his eyes to get a view.
The timer shows: 22.33, exactly 20 minutes since he parked the car. The

targets have moved further up in the castle. Tom changes position from his

squatting stance, to get up and run all way over to the bridge that leads inside
the castle, then he continues through the gate and into the castle square, he

makes a to the right turn and pushes himself up the castle's inner wall.

Tom’s trying to listen for any noise, but there’s nothing. No one noticed
this swift little manoeuvre - so far so good. He can now see across the whole

castle courtyard; from the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, all the way to
the spires. A tornado of snow is forming in the square due to the pressure from