Julian sat on a bench in the park, watching everything unfold in the distance as he twirled a small feather in his hand. So what do you think is going on over there? Julian thought as he watched police start to pull up to the building. Beats me, but I think we should go check it out. Might find another artifact. I'm sure they have one stored away from where in that place. A voice replied within Julian's skull. Now Roc, we have gone over this. We dont steal anything, remember? We are the good guys. But I guess this whole thing is worth a good looking at. Julian thought as he raised up off of the bench, beginning to make his way towards the Smithsonian. He clutched the small feather in his hand, holding it tight, the white feather appearing as if it was almost glowing. Julian walked towards the building, going right up to the front door. The whole place was on lockdown, and there were steel doors everywhere. We dont need to make a scene... Julian thought, walking around to the side of the building and found a place where no one was around. Julian checked the area around him, then brought his hands above his head and slammed them against the side of the building, smashing through the wall as if it were nohting. Julian calmly walked inside, searching for what, or who, was generating all of this chaos. You realize you just smashed through the wall of the Smithsonian, right? The Roc said within Julian's head. Not right now... thought with a slight sigh, trying to stay silent.