Helen Sandberg stood by the control room window, staring at the plane. ‘Come on,’ she said. ‘Why is that door shut? Where are the passengers?
‘The hijackers won’t set them free,’ said Inspector Holm. ‘I told you, Prime Minister, this is a serious mistake.’
‘Be quiet, man,’ said Colonel Carter. ‘I think we’ve got something on the radio.’
Beside him, a soldier was turning the controls of a small army radio. Suddenly, the voices of one of the hijackers and the prisoner came into the room.
‘So how many soldiers are there in the airport building, my brother?’
‘I didn’t see any soldiers, only police.’
‘That’s strange! No soldiers at all?’
‘I did not see any, brother.’
‘Very strange. But these are not military people. They do not have many soldiers. Perhaps the woman will do what she says, then.’
‘What’s happening, Colonel? Helen asked. ‘Those are the hijackers’ voices. How can we hear them?’
