Brainiac was pleased with how the meeting had went a couple nights ago. He wished he could be surprised that the sun returned; he had a feeling the primitive heroes might have been able to accomplish it. He was just surprised that it had happened so soon. He'd thought it would taken a year, at the least.
As he walked through the museum, dressed in dark business attire, he stopped when he was about to go in the doorway of a tomb display. Not because he lost interest, but because a rather well-built man was blocking his path.
His eyes looked behind the arrival, noticing the dead guard on the floor. He looked at the man.. hmm. The bald man was dressed a bit oddly. Ancient Egyptian, from his manner of attire.
The former professor smirked and said, "You know, I believe murder is still a crime these days, although certain lawyers can have the charges dropped. I suppose the courts were a lot more strict in your era. You just arrived?"