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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 court-
yard. 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 vi-

sion, 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 hover-

ing 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!”
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 helicop-
ter!” Another figure dangles in the air and is then hoisted up into. Again, the po-

lice voice echoes out over the castle. The whole of Kronborg is now bathed in ex-

treme 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.