38Holger made us all move quickly. By ten-thirty that morning, we’d relocated to the operations center in Odense. Holger had brought in two dozen men he said would help us find Pope. Flemming Nielsen was one of them. He’d buzz-cut his shaggy hair to neo-Nazi stubble and covered his bare forearms with ornate henna designs. He was so changed I didn’t recognize him until he turned his back to me. From the rear, he was still unmistakable. Two other rockers looked familiar and I realized they were frogmen, too. No last-minute plan had brought these men to the island of Funen. Three days before, when Ulf announced the biker event, Holger had started preparing to infiltrate it.
Dawna’s briefing took forty-five minutes. She focused on Ulf and six other members of the Bandidos leadership, describi
