All the hijackers were angry now. They looked at the passports and then started to walk down the aisle, pointing their guns at the passengers. Harald sat very still in his seat.
‘Don’t look at them, Carl,’ he whispered. ‘Sit very still and don’t look at them.’
Suddenly the big hijacker pulled a passenger out of his seat. The passenger was a short fat man in a grey suit. He shouted angrily in a voice that sounded American, but the hijacker hit him and then pushed him to the front of the plane with his machine gun.
‘Turn towards the door!’ he shouted. ‘Put your hands on the door! Above your head! Higher! That’s it!’
The air hostess pointed her gun at the American’s back. The hijackers in the black shirt stood at the front of the plane and pointed his gun at the passengers.
‘Don’t move!’ he shouted. ‘Stay in your seats and don’t look back!’ Then the big bearded hijacker went back into the Captain’s cabin.
The bell rang. The hijacker’s voice spoke.
