Winsley Herman's Questionnaire

I live on a 50 Acre property in the forests of Vermont. I reside in a 2 story, pristine, well cultured manor. I live there simply because of its seclusion from the prying eyes of those around me. Without government interference I can properly Conduct my arms deals in peace and travel when needed. most of my expenses go through my "Real" gun store but that's just a front for my real money. I'm slowly building a bunker beneath the property after I was told that the end is coming by a strange man. Hopefully I will never have to use it but its better to be safe than sorry.

*Winsley gets up and pours himself a drink.* "Don't tell anyone, but I'm an arms dealer. You've seen lord of war right?" *He laughs and sits back down* "I buy weapons cheap from surplus and sell them to the highest bidder on the 'open' market. I find most of my business in the eastern block and Africa." *He takes a long sip from his drink and continues* "Usually I'm spending my money on equipment for more jobs like these. I do live rather decadently, but that's mainly for tax reasons, I don't need the IRS asking questions." *He sets down his drink and leans back.* "Any other questions then?"

*Winsley pats Chester and ponders the question for a moment. He withdraws his rifle from Chester and dismantles it as he talks.* 

“the worlds cruel… too cruel to those who didn’t do anything to deserve it. I want to build a place that can weather the storm. A place for outcasts, rejects, and the desperate.” *He takes apart the rifle with precision and care.* “I’ve met my fair share of them in my time as a contractor. Soon the manor won’t be enough, there will be a time where I’ll need to hide people from the government and I need to be ready for that.”

*He lays all the weapon parts out and starts assembling it back again.* “I have killed for it already, many people. The same people who want to see the world burn. As for how close to death I would go? I would rather die knowing that those people I protect are safe, than live knowing they died.” 

“My father was an arms dealer you see. It’s where I inherited the large part of my wealth. He was a good man, and he did good… as much good as an arms dealer can do.”

*Winsley scoots uncontrollably at the question.*

”He was teaching me how I could start making my name in the family business. He brought me along to a deal and… it went south. I made off but my father wasn’t so lucky. I swore to him I would achieve his life goal of creating a sanctuary for the rejected. I like to think I’m making him proud.”