“I was hoping you would come,” James said as he sat behind his desk. It was dark save for the only lamp illuminating the surface of that desk. Tyler walked into the room, his figure a dark silhouette.

“You sent me on a wild goose chase Jim. I trusted you,” Tyler said.

“Did I? I told you what was there, and if you couldn’t find it, that’s not my problem, that’s your stupidity,” James said leaning back in his chair.

“It wasn’t there because you already had it you sonuvabitch,” Tyler slammed both his hands on the desk. James didn’t flinch.

“The artifact is safe, safe from you Tyler.”

Suddenly the room was filled with FBI and CIA agents as they all rushed in and grabbed Tyler. When Tyler was led out of the room, James got up as Agent Casey walked towards him. “Thank you Dr. Lincoln. The U.S. Government owes you a debt of gratitude.”

James shook Agent Casey’s hand and laughed, “I’m just glad that JFK’s football is in the right hands.”