She did not want to look, but she had to. She had decided not to free the prisoners, so now she had to see what happened to the passengers. She picked up the binoculars and stared at the front door of the plane.
The door opened slowly. There were no steps outside the door, so it was about four metres above the ground. Standing in the door there was a short fat man, his hands above his head. His face was white and he looked very frightened. Then he jumped. But as he jumped, a girl came to the door and shot him. Some bullets hit him in the air and some bullets hit him as he lay on the ground. One of his arms moved a little and blood ran out of the side of his head onto the wet tarmac. The girl continued shooting him for ten, maybe fifteen seconds. Then someone pulled her back into the plane and the door closed.
For a long time everyone was silent. Then Colonel Carter spoke. ‘Inspector, why didn’t your men shoot? That girl was in the doorway for nearly fifteen seconds! Why isn’t she dead?’
‘We … are police officers, not soldiers. I …’ But the Colonel interrupted him.
