Peter Wright was on duty tonight, at the facility where the sarcophagus was being stored. As the security guard, it was his job to patrol the building, making sure everything was in the right place and not stolen, and to watch the CCTV feeds coming from the various cameras around the place. This was exactly what he was currently not doing. Sensing the excitement of the various archaeologists, he had decided that everything could look after itself, and that he would watch as they did... whatever it was they were going to do. He didn't really get why they were so excited about an old box of some sort, but if they were this excited, it probably was worth something.<br/><br/>He watched as they lowered the crate to the floor, and revealed the sarcophagus. Standing on the edge of the room - so that he was close to the door, if the alarm went - he looked on with vague interest as they set up a load of equipment. Seeing one of the guys trying to open the box with a crowbar, Pete went over to him. "Hey, er, I think I could lend a better hand than her." Grimacing slightly, he turned to Mary and looked apologetic. "No offense meant, Ma'am." Smiling at her, he turned back to the sarcophagus and rolled up his sleeves. "So, pull on 3?"