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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 sud-

denly.
"RUN!"

Running over the castle square once more, then to the bridge with the snow-cov-
ered 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 win-
dows on the first floor. The heat and impact can be felt within a 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 "Fuck-

ing terrorists."