Refugee Housing and Hidden Weapons

Wake up

I won't say

I was commandeered by the office of 10 Downing Street to re-home

refugee families. When the first lot of refugees came

there was not one woman. There was not one child. The

people that took up were men from the age of 19 to 30 I would say.

Currently, I have enough room for about 250 residents. I currently house a hundred and fifty

immigrants.

Yes, I did receive quite a large sum of money

for doing so.

On doing so the government told me that I had to fire all my staff

and they will supply their own and

and also that they will supply

security guards

for the Britain Breakfast.

Well, about two weeks ago, I

received a phone call

to say that a large parcel will be arriving sometime this evening.

Right about 2.30 in the morning

I received another phone call saying that the parcel has arrived and can I open up the rear servant entrance at the back of

the B&B which I went down and met

some army personnel

which kind of surprised me very very much. The person in charge, I didn't know who he was, Colonel or what not,

asked me to show him to a secure room within

the B&B which I did. On doing so

they loaded in roughly between 60 and 70 really big crates.

I asked what was in the crates and I was told that I was not permitted to know.

He then handed me a smaller parcel and told me that

I will receive a phone call

to give me further instructions on what to do and when to open this parcel

which is very strange.

So, I've had this parcel now for about a week in my office and

I started talking to a friend of mine and he said, well, you know what, you don't know what's inside these parcels. It could be anything.

It's your property, whatever's inside your property, you ain't the right to take them and I should have a look what it was.

And I was debating about it for a little while and I thought, you know what, you are kind of right.

If it's in my property, I want to know what it is.

So, I opened the small parcel up

and inside was a letter

with a list of names and

numbers written next to the name.

Unrealising that each name on the letter was one of the refugees and there was a smaller box inside the parcel.

I opened that and there was a series of keys with numbers on them.

So, I went down to the secure lock where these crates were and I noticed that each crate had a number on it and each key had a number on it.

So, I took two keys for two of the crates and I opened up the crates.

Crate one.

There was a

load of AK-47 machine guns.

Crate two were a number of hand grenades.

Now, when I say this, I'm saying this as

you could start a new war off with what one was looking at.

There was enough ammunition inside one of the crates to

easy wipe out my little village. Boom. Gone. Easy.

Now, I'm a bit stuck because I

don't want these refugees here anymore,

but I'm

contracted to house them for a period of time.

I don't know if I can get the government their money back and tell them to sweep off or not. I don't know.

All I do know is in good faith,

I cannot, I cannot

allow these men to have these crates. I am going to move them away from my property

to a

secure garage that I have

not too far, because I'm not going to be responsible

for allowing our government to kill us, the innocent people.

Because it's obvious to me now that this is their plan.