Helen turned and saw that the Colonel was putting on white clothes on top of his army uniform. He put several grenades in the coat pocket inside the coat. He smiled at her. ‘I must help my men refuel the plane.’
‘May God go with you, Colonel’ she said.
The lights in the plane went out again. There were only eleven of them left now: Carl Sandberg and Harald, four crew and five Americans. They sat together in the middle of the plane. The girl and the young man in the black shirt watched them.
Through the window, Carl saw the fuel tanker drive towards the plane. It stopped, and five men in white clothes got out. The pilot went to the front of the plane to work the controls, and the men started to refuel the plane.
Then he saw another man in a yellow raincoat come out of the airport building.
The bearded hijacker started to talk very excitedly. ‘Is it him? Yes, it is! Our leader! My brother and sister, we have done it! Now I must welcome him at the door. You, brother, watched the pilot in the cabin, and sister, watch the passengers.’
