Petri was lowered down on the mobile platform. He approached the disc at a point on the wall where there appeared a type of small, pale rectangle, and placed the palm of his hand over this. There was an immediate click, and a circular doorway, two metres in diameter, began steadily opening on the roof of the cargo.
“Hold it right there!” shouted the loud voice of the fat Bedouin, grabbing Elisa by the shoulders and pointing the barrel of his AK 47 just below her throat. “Colonel. Throw down your g*n and kick it towards me.”
The unexpected action took everyone by surprise, and, out of fear, no one moved a muscle. Jack, seeing the life of his loved one being threatened for the second time that day, mumbled something inaudible and grasped his Beretta M9 inside its holster with two fingers.
