The food, the coffee and the fact that they now had a plan instilled new fortitude in Kaare and Holger, and they carefully set out along the winding streets of the old town towards the harbour.
‘We should report this to FE. They probably still think that Saddam is in Iraq,’ Kaare laughed, pointing out the sign with the text ‘Saddam Harbour’.
‘Saddam means harbour in Estonian. But you’re right; I have to call FE,’ Holger answered.
They quickly entered the industrial harbour area, and by late afternoon they had identified a local cargo ship being loaded with a container and a row of large wooden crates. The continuous activity on the dock and board indicated that the ship was departing the same evening. They kept the loading from a nearby warehouse under surveillance for hours and only broke cover once they were confident that the dockworkers had left. They sprinted up the access ladder and onto the ship’s deck.
‘There’s a hatch down to the cargo over there. Let’s get below deck fast,’ Holger whispered.
Kaare placed a pointed finger to his lips. As everything was still quiet, he signalled to Holger, and together they ran and stooped 434over the hatch. Kaare immediately began to loosen the wingnuts that kept the hatch locked. Holger followed down below to the cargo hold and all of a sudden realised that he had forgotten to contact Lars Danielson. Well, what the hell? One day makes no difference, he thought, focusing on the steel ladder leading down to the belly of the freighter.