Kael followed Eli and the worker toward the back of the house.
At first, he thought maybe they meant some old farming tools. A rusty machete, perhaps. Maybe even an old hunting rifle.
But no.
When they reached the back garden—the overgrown area behind the newly installed fence—he saw Yuna crouching beside a dark, circular opening in the ground. Two other workers were beside her, pulling long rectangular boxes out of what looked like an old stone well.
One of the workers grunted, dragging a crate onto the grass.
Inside the crates?
Guns.
Dozens.
Long barrels, short barrels, and things he only recognized from video games. There were AK-47s, MP5 submachine guns, grenade launchers, and even a shoulder-mounted RPG launcher that looked like it belonged in a war zone—not behind a house in rural nowhere.
"...What in the actual hell?" Kael muttered.
