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The shed doors are thrown open, and around 25 armed soldiers walk in. They take their places on either side of the shed and turn outwards, assault rifles ready.

A small, wizened old man walks up from behind them to the centre of the large shed. He looks around at the walls and then nods at someone. A hidden button is pressed, and the walls roll back to reveal big glass showcases behind.

None of the showcases are empty. All of them are loaded with weapons.

The old man smiles to himself, then walks forward to the showcase in the centre and stares. He thinks of something and an evil grin comes over his face.

He motions again and slowly walks out, just as the showcases disappear back into the walls and the lights go out.

The one in front of which he stood is bathed in an eerie, luminiscent neon green glow. The letters on the tag under it can barely be seen...

B. F. G.