All the noise couldn't be masked in the empty hallways of the museum, and it seemed a fitting place for two fossils like themselves. He tracked Steve as soon as the man entered the building, moving silently in the other man's wake to let his quarry pick a spot for a fitting reunion. He knew where it would happen, the coldly calculating part of himself already picking out the weaknesses in such a spot. There were an awful lot of breakable things there.

He remained to the shadows of the corners and eased forward, stepping out as he made a purposeful noise. He stood quiet and ready, a combat knife rolling down his fingers only to be grasped by the hilt after bouncing off of the back of his pinky finger.

"Did you like them? I left them for you," he said coolly. "I probably should have lit them on fire actually; the signal would have gone higher than where I was sitting."