Paxton, breathing a little heavy from the exertion, takes a quick second to recompose, before heading on over to this new plywood covering. Strange. Again, looking to the faces of his crew, he beams a big, self-confident smile and pulls his Spiker from his belt. "What have we here, gents? A little hiding spot, perhaps? Cache of supplies? Can't hurt to check, can it?" He suggests, standing next to the covering and carefully attempting to slide the plywood outta the way with his boot, his Spiker aimed directly into the hole.