Cruor

Cruor was walking around the Museum, wearing normal clothes, his new weapon easily hidden beneath his clothes as he scanned the perimeter, currently blasting metal music in one ear to help drown out the dissonance that all the regular human's were making. Without his music, he would've lost it and killed everyone around. As it is, he just calmly surveyed the situation, keeping calm as he looked at the pieces of rubble from  Empire City. Why this was of any real importance was beyond him, as Cruor gave little thought to Cole McGrath, not really caring about what he had done. Cruor was not one for grand ideals and past glories, instead, he kept his mind locked in the present, or the future was unknowable and the past was much to painful. The only thing that natter was, and always will, be the here and now of the present.

Ash

Ash was currently walking around the inner perimeter of the museum, keeping an eye out for any Conduit punks that might want to make off with the Amp. Of course there was a bunch of other Crap, but the Amp was the only thing of real value. A person could probably make a fortune selling that thing to the right buyer, and Ash was her to make sure that didn't happen, He took a drag of his cigarette, his fifth one since he'd started his shift around 30 minutes ago, breathing out a stream through his nose as he eyed the thing. He felt like the thing should be used, not kept stuck in some damn museum like a trinket. It was a weapon, a famous one sure, but a weapon all the same and one that can be easily re-made. Just leaving it to rust in a glass case seemed like such a waste to him.

Oh well, they didn't pay him to consider this stuff, they paid him to guard it, and he barely got them to do that much.