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eight o’clock sharp. Write it down: 10A, southbound motorway towards Munich.

Do you have it? ”She now speaks, as if it were a dog she was talking to, very
commanding.

"Yes, it's listed"

“We will arrive at nine. We’re four people in two different cars, which you
probably won't find difficult to recognize. You will have to be present yourself.

You are our guarantee. I doubt your boss can afford to lose both of you at once if

you decide to make any sudden plans. "
“Understood,” Olina replies vacantly, realizing that the possibilities of doing

something ulterior are very limited.
Claire continues: "Listen closely."

A small break occurs.

“It's going to happen like this: We’ll release Tom when we spot your cars. You
will go out and put the bag on the ground and quietly return to the vehicle. One

of our people will come out to pick and open the bag. He’ll check if everything is

right, as it should be. He then walks back to the car and counts the money.
Meanwhile, Tom stands still and waits. When the first of our cars starts driving

off, then Tom can walk over to you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Olina replies again expressionlessly.

"You have 25 hours from now, when I hang up, until we see you at 10A

tomorrow at nine o'clock." Click. Claire stops the conversation.
Olina stands paralyzed for a moment with the phone in her hand; the sweat

springs forth to her forehead and she clenches her lips hard, making them go

completely white.
“Bloody cunt!" She yells.

In a lightning motion, she grabs her gun, walks by the window and targets the

place where the silhouette on the roof stands.
“Oh no, Olina! No!” Roars Bjørn, beating his clenched hands down on the table

and throwing himself down on the floor.

"Just stop when I say so! No!” He repeats.
Olina lowers the gun. "What the hell do you want, man? They’re playing with

us!” She shouts completely out of her mind, enraged.
"Just sit down!" Bjørn repeats. He knows all too well that Olina can be driven