Chapter 3: Listen To The Power

Down in the underground park, various expensive cars filled the area, Lamborghini’s, Rolls Royce’s, and Woods favorite, the Aston Martin.

He walked towards his gray car, keys in hand.

He looked behind him to see Madison strolling towards a black motorcycle, no not one, but two.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Going to the museum,” she replied, and then looked at him suspiciously. “What about you?”
”Museum as well.”

They both looked at each other from opposite ends of the underground park.

“So…?” he said.

“What? What’re you waiting for?”

She prepped her bike, and then Wood noticed that she wasn’t going to wait for him. He jumped into the car and then followed her out.

At the museum, Wood got a lot of looks, while Madison merely looked like a normal person owning a motorbike with no brand name on it.

The museum was right in the middle of the city Metropolis; it was in facing People’s Square, flags of its exhibits flying free.

Madison parked her bike and he parked his car right behind her.

She walked up the steps, with Wood trailing after her.

Inside, it had a nice peaceful vibe, a desk was right at the door. A man in a black tie less suit sat at the counter.

“Welcome, how many?”

Madison took her I.D card out.

“Madison Powers, freelance for the F.B.I, I’m here about a man called the Artist?”
The man lost his welcoming mood.

“Ah, I was told to expect you, and… a man named Duncan Wood?”
”Here….” He said.

The man nodded and took a small microphone attached to the desk.

“Sir, they’re here now.” He spoke into it.

A minute later a man with white hair and beard, slightly overweight came to greet them.

“Ms. Powers and Mr. Wood, so finally glad to meet you.”
Wood shook his hand but Madison didn’t.

The curator cleared his throat.

“My name is Harrison Stanley, I am the curator of this fine museum, would you care to take a quick look at some of the arts here?”