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him, when he decided to investigate to Kräsen Farm in Germany. For a short

while, he sits and looks at the internal, interactive map of the PET, while he
uploads all relevant information his service phone. A high-level map created with

a live update with all the participants that can follow each other's positions and

communicate to each other.
From the restaurant opposite of him, classical music flows out through

the door, which is now left open as a little stream of people, walks in and out,

whether to smoke or just get some fresh air. Many of the guests still have their
drinks in their hands, visibly drunk. The conversation is lively among the

smokers out front; none of the party-minded guests take notice of him.

In this moment he suddenly feels a sting of envy. As in a flash he

remembers his own carefree youth. It could have been him standing there,
enjoying a glass of great wine, watching the snow descent towards the ground in

a lightly, almost dancing movement. Such a night it could be, and with his first

great love Minna.
When he narrows his eyes, he can just manage to read the sign the

restaurant name on it: Francophile. Its letters is neatly twisted in an almost
archaic fashion. The drunken guests are not even noticing his parked car out in

front; who would bother to look at this anonymous middle-aged man in his up-

scale car on a Saturday night? There’s too many types like him in this area.
The interactive map is now fully uploaded to the system; the two dots on

the map, resembling the targets, are currently inside the castle and appear red

points with two luminous blue circles around them. He casts a glance at his
wristwatch for the fifth time this hour, an almost compulsive act. It’s a habit that

he got while starting out in the PET. He always enjoyed the craftsmanship of real

watches, and would rather use that than his phone. The luminescent numbers on
his newly acquired Tag Heuer shows him time; it’s 9.30pm.