Waking in a cold sweat, Everett jumped up off the sofa and landed in a crouch. It took him a moment to realize that he had been dreaming. He had been doing that alot lately. Standing and smoothing his clothing he set about the task of making ready for relocating his lair.<br/><br/>He walked over to the shelf he kept his weapons on and grabbed two shotguns, loaded them and reached for a spool of thin cable. Slinging the guns over his shoulder he climbed the ladder to the entrance and began mounting the guns so they were pointing up and into the entranceway. Once they were mounted he took the cable and attached two lengths of it to the lid of the opening. Running it back down behind the ladder he came back through the ladder and attached the ends to the triggers of the two guns. Testing the tension and finding it satisfactory he climbed back down.<br/><br/>He went back to the sofa and took off the makeshift cloak and hood. tossing them over the back of the sofa he then returned to the weapons shelf. He was not sure if he was alone down here or not but he decided to take no chances. He quickly dressed himself in his tactical gear and strapped on his knife and .45. Once he had checked to make certain the pistol was loaded and ready he went to the corner and drug out the cases he would need to move everything and began to pack.