‘Prime Minister, let my men deal with this problem. They have killed a man now and they’ll kill another one in half an hour. We must attack that plane! We are commandos; we know how to do it!’
Helen was still watching the dead body of the man on the tarmac. She thought a hand moved, for a moment; but no, he must be dead by now. There was a pool of blood on the tarmac now, around his head. He could not possibly e alive. For a moment she did not hear the voices around her. In half an hour …
‘Prime Minister …?’
‘Yes.’ She turned towards them. ‘Yes. Colonel Carter, bring your men here, immediately. Meet me in then minutes with your plan. But I warn you, it must be a good one. I don’t want any more dead passengers.’
‘Yes, Prime Minister. At once.’ The Colonel turned to go.
‘Inspector.’
‘Yes, madam.’
‘I want those two prisoners brought here form the prison. At once. You have twenty-five minutes, no more. Do you understand?’
‘But Prime Minister! You can’t do that!’ The Inspector and the Colonel stared at her in surprise.
‘I can and I will.’
