‘I can see him,’ shouted Zahedi, as he appeared in the dogleg of the stairs.
‘Don’t hurt me!’ pleaded Zak. He opened the door to cabin B-1 and rushed inside.
The two men followed him in. Zak was standing in the master bedroom, looking scared.
‘I haven’t done anything,’ he cried.
The two men stopped and looked at each other. Both were panting after their sprint.
‘Let’s just get hold of him first,’ said Saltzmann.
They cautiously stepped into the room, arms outstretched, ready to grab. Zak darted towards the connecting door, pulled it open and with a single movement rolled himself inside, pulling it shut behind him.
‘Lock!’ he shouted, voice-activating his command.
The connecting door locked. At the same time, the door to the master bedroom slammed itself shut and also locked.
Via the CCTV, Zak could see Zahedi pulling at the connecting door, and Saltzmann trying the master bedroom door. If the doors were as well made as those in the toilets, the men would never get out.
Zak enabled communication between himself and the men.
‘Hope you like the room guys,’ he said, ‘because it’s yours for the rest of the journey. You can’t complain, I’ve put you in the room with en suite.’
There was no reply. The two men were whispering to each other.
‘I know that you’re planning to bring a bomb on board,’ said Zak.
Zahedi and Saltzmann stopped talking, but still didn’t respond. He suspected that they were more in the know than Brigard and Ubogu.
‘I’ll call back later,’ said Zak. ‘You might want to be co-operative.’
‘Nice work kid,’ said Saltzmann. ‘But I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes when Krushkov catches up with you. He’s not nice when he’s angry.’
‘Yeah! I wouldn’t like to be in yours either,’ said Zak defiantly.
