One, Two, Three, Four (Open)

Gene sighed as he entered the cave, carrying his shovel.

As soon as the Order knew about the Macabre, nothing was done. But Gene knew he had to keep somethings, somewhere to defend himself. Gene dragged the crates, magically enchanted for bigger space, which contained an artillery piece, flamethrowers, and no less than fifty firearms and ammunition to last a long siege and run. The other crates had more volatile material.

Gene took out his wand and waved it, clearing a large part of dirt.

"One crate..." Gene placed it into the dirt and with another wave of his wand, buried it, and twisting the ground to make it look untouched.

Gene checked the second crate. It carried money, passports and consul immunity in various countries.

"Two crates..." Gene repeated the process.

For the third crate, Gene opened it and nodded.

It carried several canisters, which Gene was afraid to unleash.

"Three crates..." And he was about to work on the fourth when he heard a footstep behind him, and drawing out his gun and levelling his wand, Gene said calmly, "Slowly, out of the shadows."