A bizarre thing happens. One of us pulls out a camera and starts taking photos of them. Suddenly, they all rush back onto their truck, the Major barking at their heels. Off they zoom in a cloud of dust. We are alone once more, dizzy.
Lets get out of here.
A taxi passes, we wave it down and pile in. The driver is smiling. Immediately we recognise a friend. Unfortunately the Testerone Squad has had a change of tactics. They are fanning out across the next intersection, combat positions again.