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at high speed, towards the coast. His phone vibrates in his pocket but he ignores

it. He just stands paralyzed watching the whole thing in disbelief. The big fireball
in the sky has begun to rotate around itself while going downwards, fast.

Petrified, he sees the scenario. A voice from far away, might be in his head,

makes him react suddenly.
"RUN!"

Running over the castle square once more, then to the bridge with the

snow-covered moat below. As he reaches the bridge, there is a colossal bang,
behind him. He throws himself flat on the ground, on his stomach with both

hands over his head and his face down in the snow. A sound of broken glass and
thousands metal pieces being torn apart on top of the explosion. Fragments of

the shattered aircraft hit his body as they are escaping their former home. The

helicopter has crashed halfway into the moat, like a giant bomb its’ lying on its
head, and might explode again. Tom can see it as he gradually lifts his head up off

the ground.

Up again. He races as fast as he can away from the burning wreck and
over the open entrance heading towards the Food Hall before the helicopter

explodes. There is a ripping deep droning sound, glass shattering, a huge flame
shooting out of one of the Food Hall's ten meter high and ten meter wide

panoramic windows on the first floor. The heat and impact can be felt within a

radius of thirty meters; the ground shaking beneath him. The Food Hall is on fire.
In shock, he pushes himself once more against the cold snow, lying on his

stomach. What is this? He thinks to himself.

The silence is interrupted by the sound of sirens, many of them. He has
the taste of blood and a constant ringing from his right ear as the noise

approaches.

Up on the feet again, sprinting towards Sophie Brahe's street and his car.

As he approaches the street, a herd of shocked and frightened people is

gathering. One of the women is screaming out hysterically, while another woman
shouts "Fucking terrorists."

A fat guy in a short-sleeved T-shirt is shouting "Police, police! Where the
hell are you when we need you?"