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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. He has view from the fountain in the middle of the courtyard,

all the way up to the thorny spires. A tornado of snow is taking form in the

square due to the pressure from the Helicopter's rotary blades, causing the snow
to swirl upwards. With one hand up in front of his face to protect his eyes and to

maintain his vision, he scouts from side to side, trying to look beyond the castle.

The helicopter has now descended so much that with the slightest navigation
error would cause its rotary blades to hit the Kronborg’s proud spires. It must be

professionally trained pilot for this job.
Two large projectors mounted on the helicopter are turned on, that’s still

hovering in the night sky. The light cones are directed towards one of the towers,

which answers the light back with another cone. He can see few figures moving
on the narrow external balcony that runs around the lower part of the spire. The

helicopter slowly begins to descend further towards the spire. The snowy wind

is blowing even harder, but it is still possible for him to follow the whole scenario
unfold. The pilot clearly experienced; it requires lots of practice to navigate a

Black Hawk EH60.

A door on the side of the helicopter is opened; one of the figures dangles
on a wire the air between the spire and the helicopter. With swift forceful move,

the chopper pulls him upwards and inside the cabin. Another figure walks out

into the spire balcony, but suddenly a loud robotic voice sounds from behind
him, a jolt of danger runs through his body.

“It’s the Danish police force! Land the unauthorized aircraft now!”