“Bry! Over here!”
“You got something?”
“I think so, listen! The dial is moving too, see?”
“I’ll get the shovel.”
Click, click, click-
“How you doing Bry? You needing a break?”
“Nah man, I’m good. Getting warm down here, mind. Could you chuck us a water?”
Clickclckckckclclckckckclckclckclck-
“What is it, gold!?”
“Nah, yellow.”
“What?”
“It’s yellow. A barrel, by the looks of it.”
“A barrel?”
“Yeah, there’s lots of them actually. They’ve all got this sign on them. Pretty faded, but…”
“…Bry?”
“Something feels off about this Nash. You sure this thing is a metal detector?”