It was nearing 03.00hrs and Dave and Simon were standing in front of each other in Simon’s room. Both were n***d and in the half-light, they looked like small, badly formed statues. Nobody would have queued or paid money to see them in a gallery or museum. Neither spoke. Simon applied some cam-cream to Dave’s face and then Dave returned the favour. Then they stood to attention, saluted each other (their Drill Sergeant would have been proud of them) and then they slipped out of the room and made their way to the armoury.
Once there, they used a fire extinguisher to put the duty officer, whose job it was to keep an eye on the firearms, to sleep. Then they liberated the keys to the armoury from the now unconscious officer’s pocket and entered. They reappeared moments later carrying an SA80 L
