- Jul 12, 2018
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Special Agent Otto Valen had his mission. It was the first and only mission a Kripos agent had outside of Sweden. In fact, the legality of the entire operation was called into question several times, but it was ultimately decided that what he was going to do was in the interest of the nation. He was in plain clothes and was dressed for the chilly evening in Sweden. Otto was in his early thirties and appeared to be like most other Swedish citizens that morning walking to work. His brisk blonde hair flowed naturally in the wind. His only noticeable distinguishing factor that set him apart from the other fair-haired and fair-skinned people of the subcontinent was that he was a bit taller than average.
He made his way through Stockholm, knowing exactly where his target would be. He had official documents on him in case anything went wrong, however he'd practiced what he had to do physically and mentally several times. He knew the route she would take on a Friday, and he knew that there would be no one walking with her target as a protective detail since she wasn't an incredibly high-ranking member of the Swedish government.
As Katarina Gardfeldt, the head of the Swedish Polar Institute, took the scenic route to work that Friday morning, she turned a corner only to bump into a tall, handsome man.
"Very sorry!" he said in Swedish. They both looked down and saw the back of a white envalope between them.
"Oh I think you dropped this miss, here you go," he said as he picked it up and handed it to her. He gave her no time to reject it or state otherwise. He now had three options: go back where he came, go forward, or cross the street. The most optimal choice was available: cross the street, seeing as the light was just about to turn yellow. He briskly walked away from her and crossed the street just in the nick of time as busy traffic started to cross it again. They were only a few blocks from the Norwegian embassy, so he made the most direct path back there, making sure he wasn't followed.
Upon further inspection, Katarina would notice the letter had, in small black print, the following written on it:
KATARINA GARDFELDT
SECRET
@Connor
He made his way through Stockholm, knowing exactly where his target would be. He had official documents on him in case anything went wrong, however he'd practiced what he had to do physically and mentally several times. He knew the route she would take on a Friday, and he knew that there would be no one walking with her target as a protective detail since she wasn't an incredibly high-ranking member of the Swedish government.
As Katarina Gardfeldt, the head of the Swedish Polar Institute, took the scenic route to work that Friday morning, she turned a corner only to bump into a tall, handsome man.
"Very sorry!" he said in Swedish. They both looked down and saw the back of a white envalope between them.
"Oh I think you dropped this miss, here you go," he said as he picked it up and handed it to her. He gave her no time to reject it or state otherwise. He now had three options: go back where he came, go forward, or cross the street. The most optimal choice was available: cross the street, seeing as the light was just about to turn yellow. He briskly walked away from her and crossed the street just in the nick of time as busy traffic started to cross it again. They were only a few blocks from the Norwegian embassy, so he made the most direct path back there, making sure he wasn't followed.
Upon further inspection, Katarina would notice the letter had, in small black print, the following written on it:
KATARINA GARDFELDT
SECRET
@Connor