*“Ace had done countless breaches before. Blow a hole, make an entrance — that was his style. But the house on the outskirts of Oslo wasn’t like the others.

His SELMA charge stuck to the wall, drilling and tearing through the plaster. Except this time, nothing was behind it — just darkness, like a tunnel that shouldn’t exist. When he leaned closer, he swore he heard whispers echoing from inside, calling his name in Norwegian.

The rest of his team radioed in: ‘Ace, we don’t see the wall on our end. There’s nothing there.’

But the hole was still wide open for him. And the whispers were getting louder.”*