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the entrance door. His eyes scanned around nervously as he went through the door. Leaving the flat made him feel naked. But it was just as well to get this done. The Hut would surely give him a decent price for the ring. Maybe eighty thousand crowns with a little luck. If that was the case, then he would have fifty grand after paying off Ricki. Fifteen would go on a new weapon and the rest for a new hide-out. What would happen after that, he did not know. In the worst-case scenario, he could start breaking into houses again. Maybe he should just bugger off with Ricki’s share. If he had to leave her flat, he might just as well blow her off. He needed cash for other stuff.
    “Sure,” Ricki said, pulling the belt of her fake-fur coat tight, “if you pay the fare.”
    “We could just leg it from the taxi?”
    “You idiot,” Ricki snapped.
    Five minutes later, they were sitting in a taxi on the way to the fence.
    The clock showed ten past seven in the morning as Martin Borg, team leader at the Security Service’s Counter-Terrorism Unit, called it a night and sat in his private Volvo V50. He punched the steering wheel with his hands in an outburst of frustration. He looked at his clenched fists in front of him. Normally, his self control was as absolute as a mathematical constant. He never lost his temper or his self control because his personal mantra was that there were no impossible situations, only degrees of difficulty to be overcome. But the latest round of setbacks had broken the constant into several fractions. And the whole equation was dependent upon the silence of a single individual.
    Getting the mastermind behind Drug-X to talk had proved more difficult than he had imagined. Despite morphine, electric shocks, kicks and punches, Leo Brageler had said nothing. It was as if he was waiting to die. And die he would, just as soon as they had got the answers they wanted.
    They had taken Brageler away and started the process to force the eccentric researcher to reveal the secret behind Drug-X, but he had clammed shut. In some strange way, he seemed to have disconnected himself from the outside world. Wave after wave of pain had hit him, yet not so much as a whisper was uttered through his mangled face. As time went by, the wounds had become deeper and the blows more brutal, but Brageler had still remained silent. Martin knew the solution to the problem. He needed Diaxtropyl-3S. But Omar was dead and without him it would be difficult to get hold of the illicit truth drug. From Omar’s hard drive, Martin needed to retrieve the identity of the CIA contact who shipped the serum. The names on the hard drive were completely unknown to Martin and could very well be code names. If it had not been for the two stooges, Tor Hedman and Jerry Salminen, Omar would still be alive and Martin would have the priceless syringes. The door to Drug-X would then be unlocked.
    The power Brageler had created would be of great help to Martin and the others. They would use it to reveal the true face of Islam by injecting the rage-inducing drug into a number of its followers. A sufficient number of crazed Muslims would shake awake the sleeping people of Europe and make them understand the dangers they were facing. Europeans would then turn against these animals. But time was running out. Right now, Martin and his fellow believers were up a creek without paddles while hordes of Muslims poured in through the wide-open gates of Europe. These animals would soon have established a bridgehead as impregnable as their twisted religion. Then it would be too late.
    He leaned backwards in the driving seat and waited for reason to overcome his anger. He needed to think clearly and arrive at logical conclusions. He must get his hands on some Diaxtropyl-3S. All else was subordinate at this time.
    Martin turned the ignition key and the engine started to warm up the car’s interior. It was freezing and the cold permeated every nook and cranny. His thoughts