Mustafa had no chance.

He pulled out his ten-inch blade.

'Is that all you got,' said Lucy.

She was right up there with Mae West.

I was wearing a black turtleneck top.

What Mustafa didn't know, was that I was wearing light armor around my neck.

Only to the very observant, would they know I was nursing a bad neck from fucking Lucy all night doing doggy.

All the Philipino men pulled out their guns.

No one obeyed the signs outside.

Before Mustafa had a chance to decapitate me, he was dead as a doornail.

'Welcome to the Philipines,' said the barman, who winked at me.

He had to be counter-terrorism.

'Yep, and even trained by Mossad.'

It made sense.

'Yep, we all carry silencers.'

The party continued, with abandon.

I'd be paying for drinks all night.

'Not on my shift,' said the barman, ' as of now, you are a national hero and we'll even celebrate a day for your once a year.'

Then someone patted me on the back.

It was Max.

'This is for you and the girls,' he said and then thew a bag of US notes on the table. 

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