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The dense snowfall makes it virtually impossible for him to see what is

going on, but he can still sense that there are now two helicopters hovering over
the castle.

“It’s the Danish police. Stop the operation immediately! Put down the

helicopter!” Another figure dangles in the air and is then hoisted up into. Again,
the police voice echoes out over the castle. The whole of Kronborg is now bathed

in extreme light from the two helicopters, and mixed in with the heavy snowfall;

it is now impossible then bright white light. The sound of a machine-gun a bangs
out, so it resonates through the old walls. Then two more rounds are fired. Tom

tries to take aim without being able to see much.
There is a boom like in a bomb explosion, then a huge flash of light

illuminating the sky; he gets a glimpse of the two helicopters, one of which is

now bathed in flames. He can see the other one is on its way away from the scene
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