ALEXANDER MIKE(THE TERRORISTS)

CHAPTER 4

The train moved across the rail slowly. It passed through trees and valleys. It was a pretty long train and its design was superb. It had tinted windows which matched the white design of the interior and also exterior of the train. However despite its comfort and beauty the passengers on board were in distress.

The president's wife was moved to a special cabin with three men keeping watch over her. The terrorists who hijacked the train were busy with one thing or the other. Some kept watch over the hostages while some were setting explosives in various parts of the train. The president's wife was visibly terrified,  not long ago they made her appear on a live broadcast. She wondered who the people were and how they were able to easily hijack the train of the president's wife.

She shifted uncomfortably on her seat. At least her hands weren't tied. "Please can I get a cup of coffee over there?"  She asked at one of the terrorists standing nearest to her. He looked her over for a few seconds. She almost thought he wouldn't agree but he consented and allow her to walk to the table where her coffee was sitting. At the very least this could relieve her of some stress. She sipped the coffee hastily as she could see the agitation growing on the man's face. Her eyes spotted a table knife lying on the table. She glanced around and saw they couldn't exactly see what she was doing. She took the knife quickly and threw it into her cloths it layed safely on her bra in between her breast. She twitched uncomfortably but still tried to maintain her posture as she walked back towards her seat. The men assessed her, their eyes trailing her every step till she sat. One of them glanced towards the table and his expression changed. Her breath became shallow. He must have noticed the missing knife. Shit!.

His gaze returned to her. He assessed her once more. Evelyn thought she would pass out. "You drank the coffee like that?"  He asked. " It wasn't well made."

A relief sigh flooded through her. For some seconds she was confused by his question but then she understood what he meant. The coffee was badly done. Whoever prepared it didn't have enough time to prepare it well. She was grateful he didn't suspect the missing knife. But wait. How did he know the coffee was poorly made?

Someone came into the room at that moment. He was taller than everyone in there and much more muscular. He must be the Mohammad guy. He walked gracefully with calculated steps. His eyes hovered about the room for some seconds till it rested on the table. His lips then folded into a smile. "You drank the coffee?" ,he said smiling.
Evelyn was confused. "What did you put inside?"  She asked in panic.

" Don't worry" ,he said. "Nothing has been put there. What however peeks my interest is the missing table knife. ?" Evelyn stared at him in shock. He moved closer to her and stretched his hand forward in anticipation of receiving something. She reluctantly brought out the table knife and placed it on his palm. The other terrorists in the room were in shock. They felt foolish.

"That's a smart move I must say,"  Mohammed commended. " Let me show you something, follow me."  He led her out the room. She could see his men all engaging in one task or the other. She wasn't sure what they were doing or making.She followed as he took her towards another cabin. So far she had counted over fifteen men in the train. They looked highly trained and skillful as only two of them was able to take down the entire security details of the president's wife something she must talk to her husband about when she see him. If she see him.

They arrived in a room. The room contained the remaining passengers of the train. They all looked in fright. Mohammed signalled one of his men to stand with the president's wife as he walked towards the people. He moved around gazing intently at their eyes like a predator assessing its prey.

"Have I treated any of you badly since I took over this train?"  He asked. They all looked lost and confused by his question. No one was ready to speak. Mohammed waited for an answer. When he saw none was ready to speak he continued. "My men must have collected all the phones from everyone on this train" ,he said, " however a brave person here still somehow dodged and kept his or possibly her phone."  He again paused and studied their faces. He could already tell who was guilty as he spotted a man sweating profusely and fear was registered in his face.