After the introductions and being shown the paperwork; log books, etc etc, John said, "now for the most important part of the tour," I thought,<span style="font-style: italic">'what an idiot, he really seems to be enjoying this.'</span>We started to walk to another hut, except this one was solid; made of concrete with no windows; CCTV cameras covered all four walls. Unlocking the cast iron door, it creaked painfully as he opened the door, "this is our gun room," John motioned me inside with that stubby little hand.<br/><br/>Going inside John reached round inside the door, while he was behind me, flicking a switch, the neon lights lit the room. I was shocked to see the piles of ammunition boxes; the racks of guns; assault rifles; hand guns, enough to equip a small army. "Has this place got licenses for all these weapons?" I asked, as I turned to face John, "well I guess so" he replied, "who cares anyway?" I nearly blurted out that I cared, but I kept quiet.<br/><br/>I looked at John again, suddenly I remembered him, he was in the papers a few years back, he was a convicted mercenary, I wondered if Olivia knew of this? I wasn't going to say anything, not yet anyway, I wasn't going to put Jenny's and my stay here in jeopardy.<br/><br/>I wondered what she was doing? "lunchtime" John ushered me to the door, "we eat in the hut," I wanted so much to see Jenny and here I was stuck in the hut with this blob.