Carl looked out of the plane window. It was very dark and rainy. It was a small airport with only one or two other planes. But there were three police cars near the airport building.
‘I don’t understand,’ he said quietly in Harald’s hear. ‘Why are we here?’
Harald looked worried. ‘Don’t ask me,’ he whispered back. ‘Ask them.’
‘No thanks.’ Carl looked at the hijackers. The young air hostess was still standing at the front of the plane with her machine gun. One of the young men, also with a machine gun, was standing at the back of the plane. The other hijacker was in the Captain’s cabin. All the passengers sat very quietly in their seats.
A bell rang and a man’s voice spoke.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me. This is the People’s Liberation Army. This plane is ours now, and you are our prisoners. We do not want to hurt you, but as you can see, we have our guns and we know how to shoot. So please, sit quietly in your seats and do what we say. We will be here for one or two hours. The Government of this country has two of our brothers in a prison near this airport. We are asking the Government to bring our two brothers to this plane. When our brothers are free, you will be free. We think this will take one or two hours, but not very long. As you know, the Prime Minister of this country is only a woman. She will do what we say. So do not worry. Just sit very still and wait a little while. Goodnight.’
