1944, occupied Copenhagen; two young hit men are killing Danish Nazis and Germans whom their resistance commander has told them to on 'orders from London'. But things in war are never clear and no-one's motives are pure, even the heroic Flame's ideological abhorrence of the Nazis is revealed as part of a more complicated picture. Who's feeding information to whom? Why are these people being assassinated? As if opening a series of Russian Dolls, betrayals and loyalties are revealed, people are trusted and betray, people trust and are betrayed, and personal sacrifices are made. And the root of it all? Ideology, survival, love, money? Perhaps the only good soldiers are those with hate in their heart?