Mason dropped to his knees, using his bare hands to clear the damp, foul-smelling earth. His fingers brushed against cold, rusted metal. It was a massive steel drum. Through the corroded dirt, he could just barely make out a faded, yellow hazard symbol. Suddenly, a blinding spotlight hit him from behind.
"Get away from there!" Sylvia shrieked, standing on her property line with a massive tactical flashlight and a heavy iron fire poker. "I warned you! I told you to leave it alone!"