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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?"
The people are standing in small separate groups, terrified. There are

children crying, as the black clouds of smoke gradually rises up cover the whole

area. Tom yells with full force while showing his gun.
"Keep your distance, it's the police, go back into your homes."

A couple of guys line up to block the way for him, with one of them
shouting “Can I see your badge?”

Tom ignores this request and proceeds to yell out

"Get away from the street, it's the police." He fires two shots with great
precision between their legs, only inches from their feet. It’s so close that it rips

the bottom of their pants. Both stop immediately, and in total shock and

disbelief, they move to aside.
Tom shouts, "I will shoot again if necessary."

Now no one dares to do anything. The small crowds are standing

paralyzed and stiff, as the black, foul-smelling smoke spreads around them.
Tom jumps in the Audi, starts the engine, floors the accelerator and starts

racing in the opposite direction of the harbour and Kronborg, moving away from

the coast and towards the motorway.