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There is a deep roar from R8’s big V8 engine, as he starts the car. Shortly

afterwards they swing out of the airport and drive down the small passage of
highway leading into Copenhagen city.

"We’ll drive slowly for now."

"Listen, there is something you must know," Tom says with a loud and eager
tone.

“Now that we are alone and can speak freely. The first thing that needs to

happen, based on our previous conversation, is that we’re going back. That's
exactly what they don't want from us, and that's exactly what we’re gonna do.

The question is just how we are going to get there without them noticing, and
how we can start monitoring them and not the other way around."

"Yeah, we hit them with counter punch, and we hit so they can feel it. I'm not

surprised you’d say that at all. We’re just going to make a whole new one set up
that can’t be overturned."

They sit in silence for a brief moment and consider the snowfall that is slowly

powdering the grey and brown cityscape, turning it white.

***

Rainar

Rainar Osten sits on the seventh floor of his large office building and rocks back

and forth in his large, grey leather armchair with lazy movement. Over the office
facility he plays classical music; it soothes him – a little Franz Liszt for the nerves.

His mobile phone, lying on the table in front of him, rings, and with a quick

motion he picks it up.
"It's Rainar." He tries to sound as awake as possible while at the same time,

sounding natural.

“Hi honey, I just felt like just hearing your voice. Are you feeling well? We didn't
workout together this morning,” says Nicole on the other end.