‘So, we got a plan?’ he asked. ‘Save the girl,’ said Bongo. ‘How’s your Beretta?’ ‘Full load,’ Mac replied, looking at Joao. ‘You really want to pick a fight with the Indonesian Army? In the middle of Bobonaro?’ Slamming a new mag into his G3 and then letting the mag fall out of his Browning into his hand, Joao shrugged. ‘Did it last night to help an Aussie out of the Ginasio – now we do it to save a girl.’ ‘I’m not saying it like that,’ said Mac, blushing, aware that Australians could easily sound racist to Asians. ‘No?’ asked Joao. ‘No, mate, it’s just that it would be nice to report this place to the UN or the Australians without tipping off the Indonesians, right?’ Bongo and Joao exchanged words in Bahasa Indonesia. ‘What’s up?’ asked Mac. ‘Just saying, Yeah, first we tell UN, then we tell our teacher,’ said Joao, then set off.
