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. There were AK-47s, MP5 submachine guns, grenade launchers, and even a shoulder-mounted RPG launcher.
"...What in the actual hell?" Kael muttered.
Yuna turned slightly toward them. "I told the workers to clear out the old well. Thought it might be useful for rainwater collection or sealing off. But after they cleared the garbage, they found… these."
