A Vault
Jemma couldn’t believe what she was looking at. There was a small vault inside of the concrete room. What was he hiding inside? She had no idea what the combination was, but then she reread the note.
“Remember your birthday. The 4th of June, 1990,” She murmured to herself. She put her hand on the dial and turned it. After putting in 4-6-9-0, it clicked and opened.