As he watched the uniformed men carry away the priceless artifact, he couldn't stay silent any longer. His hands balled up into fists as he rose from his seat, shouting "IT BELONGS IN A—"
A loud harrumph from the person next to him put an immediate stop to his outburst. "Where does it belong, Dr Jones?" she asked, scowling as she crossed her arms.
He sat back down, hurt in his pride more than anywhere else. He turned away from the embassy window. "It belongs..." he replied, grumbling, "back where I found it."
