We had a briefing on Cebu Airlines.

Most of it consisted of eying off and feeling up the hot flight attendants who were wearing cock teasing bikinis.

They danced and sung while we drank a large bottle of Johnny Walker Red on the hour flight.

Ten minutes before touch down in a majority Muslim Island, I think me and Max had groped all of the flight attendants.

They thought we were brave men.

Before touch down, we donned our disguise.

This was going to be a doddle.

I loved these kinda missions, I said to Max, as a military jeep full of freedom fighters pulled up at the airport and whisked us away to their jungle base.

There really was no going back now, was there? 

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