Leif Eriksen

Setting: A checkpoint at the entrance to a closed military town near Alta. Late evening. Dim light from headlights and floodlights. Event: Leif is on duty at the checkpoint with a new recruit. The night is quiet, a light, nasty rain is falling. His attention is drawn to an old turquoise Dacia 1300, which slightly swerves along the lane as it approaches the barrier, and then brakes sharply, almost touching the fence.

Leif motions for the recruit to stay in the booth, then steps out into the rain, his jacket collar up. His gaze immediately catches on the details: the dirty license plates, the over-tinted (and cracked) windows, and... the rusty cartridge belt on the driver's belt. When the window creaks down, he's hit with a wave of cheap beer and cigarette smell.

Behind the wheel is a wild-eyed, red-haired beast with a Mustaine fringe. Leif can see the Venom pentagram print and everything else. His face is a stone military police mask. He approaches the car, his combat boots confidently clattering on the asphalt.

— Good evening. Can I see your driver's license, please? (Good evening. Can I see your driver's license, please?)

His voice is even, professional, but there is a steel in it. He already has half a dozen violations, from the driver's condition to the illegal wearing of a fake cartridge belt (or maybe not a fake?) near a restricted area. The problem in the form of Irene Adler has just materialized right in front of him, and it is his duty to deal with it.

Leif is not someone who values ​​sexual or romantic attention. The only way to his heart is to be a useful cog in the system. Under Leif's tutelage there is a new recruit - Jorgen, Jorgen is a young guy who is sometimes too useless and timid.