Vinden hylede over Københavns havn.

The wind howled over Københavns harbor.

Den Lille Havfrue sad stille ved vandet.

Den Lille Havfrue sat still by the water.

Hendes kolde krop var dækket af sne.

Her cold body was covered in snow.

Men under sneen var der en hemmelighed.

But under the snow was a secret.

En hemmelig besked.

A secret message.

Lars, professor i kunsthistorie, gik forsigtigt mod statuen.

Lars, a professor of art history, walked cautiously towards the statue.

Han var ikke bare en professor.

He was not just a professor.

Han havde en skjult interesse for spionage.

He had a hidden interest in espionage.

Han vidste, at han havde kort tid.

He knew he had little time.

Rivaliserende agenter kunne være overalt.

Rival agents could be everywhere.

Med sig havde han Mette, en dygtig kryptograf.

With him was Mette, a skilled cryptographer.

De havde kun lige mødt hinanden.

They had just met.

Men Lars vidste, at han havde brug for hende.

But Lars knew he needed her.

Hendes viden om koder kunne være nøglen til at finde beskeden.

Her knowledge of codes could be the key to finding the message.

Kaj stod lidt væk.

Kaj stood a little way off.

Han var agent for regeringen.

He was an agent for the government.

Men han var også hemmelighedsfuld.

But he was also secretive.

Lars vidste ikke helt, om han kunne stole på Kaj.

Lars wasn't entirely sure if he could trust Kaj.

Men lige nu skulle de samarbejde for at forhindre en potentiel trussel.

But right now, they needed to work together to prevent a potential threat.

Lars rystede af kulde.

Lars shivered from the cold.

Han kravlede hen til statuen.

He crawled over to the statue.

Mette var ved hans side.

Mette was by his side.

"Her," sagde Mette og pegede på en lille sprække.

"Here," said Mette, pointing to a small crack.

Lars rørte ved statuen.

Lars touched the statue.

Hans kolde fingre mærkede en lille åbning.

His cold fingers felt a tiny opening.

Medettede sig over bølgeskvulp og fnug som danser på vinden.

Snowflakes drifted over the lapping waves and danced on the wind.

"Jeg tror, du skal flytte den sten der," sagde Mette med en rolig stemme.

"I think you should move that stone there," Mette said in a calm voice.

Lars tog en dyb indånding.

Lars took a deep breath.

Med et pludseligt ryk, trak han stenen tilbage.

With a sudden jerk, he pulled the stone back.

Under den var beskeden.

Underneath it was the message.

En lille sammenrullet seddel.

A small rolled-up note.

Men netop som Lars nåede ud, hørte han lyde af skridt.

But just as Lars reached out, he heard the sound of footsteps.

Rivaliserende agenter.

Rival agents.

Han kunne ikke se dem, men han vidste, de var der.

He couldn't see them, but he knew they were there.

Medet var tiden mod ham.

The stakes were high against time.

Med et hurtigt blik til Mette, vidste han, at han måtte handle.

With a quick glance at Mette, he knew he had to act.

"Vi må skynde os," hviskede han.

"We must hurry," he whispered.

Hurtigt, men forsigtigt, tog han beskeden.

Quickly, but carefully, he took the message.

Mette hjalp ham med at rulle papiret ud.

Mette helped him unroll the paper.

Hendes øjne fløj over koden.

Her eyes flew over the code.

Kaj holdt udkig.

Kaj kept watch.

"Jeg har den," sagde Mette endelig.

"I've got it," said Mette finally.

"Vi må afsted nu."

"We must go now."

Med beskeden i hånden, skubbede de sig væk fra statuen.

With the message in hand, they pushed away from the statue.

Kaj fulgte efter dem som en skygge.

Kaj followed them like a shadow.

Sneen knirkede under deres fødder, da de gik hurtigt mod sikkerhed.

The snow creaked under their feet as they moved swiftly towards safety.

I sikkerhed analysen afslørede det, de frygtede.

In safety, the analysis revealed what they feared.

En trussel som måtte stoppes.

A threat that had to be stopped.

Takket være Lars' hurtige handling og Mette's skarpe sind, blev beskeden sendt videre.

Thanks to Lars' quick action and Mette's sharp mind, the message was passed on.

Lars stod stille et øjeblik.

Lars stood still for a moment.

Han følte en bølge af selvtillid.

He felt a wave of confidence.

Måske kunne han forlade akademiet.

Maybe he could leave academia.

Måske kunne han tjene landet på en ny måde.

Maybe he could serve the country in a new way.

Vinden var kold, men i hjertet var han varm af nye muligheder.

The wind was cold, but in his heart, he was warm with new possibilities.