The lights in the plane went out again. There were only eleven left in it now, Carl Sandburg and Harold, four crew and five Americans. They sat together in the middle of the plane. The girl and the young man in a 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 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 man 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, watch the pilot in the cabin! You sister, watch the passengers!”
Carl Sandburg watched the man in the yellow coat walk nearer. He could only see one man at the back of the plane refueling it. He saw the others were under the plane somewhere. But he did not know where. Harold put his hand on Carl’s arm. Carl looked at him. Harold did not speak, but he was looking at the girl very carefully. As the door opened, and the man with the yellow coat came in, the girl turned to look. Through the window, Carl saw a man in a white coat run out from under the plane, with something that looked like a grenade in his hand. Two other men in white ran out behind him. The man’s arm went up, and he threw the grenade through the open door. There was a very loud bang at the front of the plane, and the flash of the white lights ___ Carl’s eyes. Almost immediately, there was even louder bang bang, and two more flashes of white light. Carl could not move. The noise was so loud and the lights so bright that he sat still as a stone. He saw the girl hijacker and the bearded man standing quite still, too, with their guns in their hands and their mouth open. Then a man in white ran through the door with a gun in his hand. He shot the girl and the bearded man before they could move. The hijacker in a black shirt came out of the captain’s cabin behind the man in white, but two other men came through the door and shot him, too. The two prisoners in their yellow raincoats tried to get to the door, but the men in white knocked them to the floor and handcuffed their hands behind their backs.
Carl looked down. The girl was lying on the floor of the aisle beside him. He saw her hand move towards her machine gun, but one of the soldiers in white run down the aisle, and shot her again through her head. Another soldier put her away by her legs, and her long hair left blood along the floor.