Masks - The fourth crate

February 18, 1925, London.

The tree previous crates were enough. Enough proofs of illicit activities going on in this warehouse to call the fuzz. Drugs, weapons, stolen archaeological items... You name it. Casey hesitated, then decided to open a fourth, just to be safe. Shaun were watching outside and it's not like if these two guards were really a problem.
Slowly, he forced on the pliers, then stopped to oil the nails. No need to make any nasty noises, he ! He then proceed to remove the lid and shuffle through the straw to reveal several tubes of carton. To avoid shading light that could be seen through the dirty windows, he lifted two of these things closer to his lamp, and heard several drops of liquid. The red tubes were leaking something. He saw a string protruded from one side. That's when he noticed the markings :

"Danger : Dynamite" he read.

And he knew. He knew what leaking dynamite meant.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Excerpt from an ongoing run of the Masks of Nyarlathotep Call of Ctulhu RPG campaign