"Son of a bitch," Jason muttered in wonder, getting quickly to his feet as Buckingham walked to his car.There was a double beep as the alarm was deact...vated and then Buckingham was opening the passenger door and tossing his bag onto the seat. Jason moved quickly and silently, still trying to digest his good fortune, pulling the 9mm from his belt as he approached. He took one more quick glance around, seeing no one else in sight, and then sprung into action."Buckingham," he said quietly, from. As I approached the heavy, dark oak door, studded with black nails and hung on huge black hinges, I noticed a movement in the shadows to the side. There, at the end of the dark and gloomy passage leading up to the door, timorously awaiting my arrival stood a girl. I strode up to the door and taking the large iron key from my pocket, unlocked it and went inside. The girl remained outside. The room was sparsely furnished and what furniture there was in the room was heavy and dark. There were. I was Monk Alanus at the Monastery of Lindisfarne when a fleet of strange looking boats sailed up to our island. Out of the boats came fierce looking men armed with axes, swords, picks and multi colored shields. I also noticed several were very large women who carried lighter swords and shields, I would later learn the men were called “Vikings” and the women were called “shield-maidens”. These Vikings slaughtered most of my fellow monks, and took anything of value from our monastery. They. "Katrine looked sceptical. "Your oldest is only two years younger than me," she said.I didn't get it. "And?"Katrine looked mysterious. Yes, mysterious. That was new. "Oh, nothing," she said and rushed out into the darkness to catch her bus.Episode 3"Is that your wife?"Katrine was there again the next Tuesday. In a mild way I'd been hoping she would be. I couldn't really explain why. But the question threw me a little."Yes. No. That's my ex-wife," I said - possibly with a sigh.Like everyone.