The room was getting crowded. Nudging Hirsch Wolfe nodded toward the the conference room. Hirsch took the lead out, Wolfe followed. They walked in silence down the short hall until they came to the conference room door. 
Hirsch walked in first, it appeared there were still individuals in the conference room, plus a dog. Someone was continuing the briefing. It had appeared they entered as the speaker transitioned over to items found at the site.
When the image of an old sword took up the screen, Wolfes breathe caught in his throat. 

'That sword...?' he thought. It couldn't be the one from the temple in Afghanistan. Even though it being just a picture, Wolfes heart begain to pound, his body temp began to spike causing him to sweat, profusely, his breathing became ragged. Wolfes consciousness became...obscure for a moment. The closest thing one could compare was a borderline overdose of a powerful psychedelic, such as DMT or LSD. 
The pounding began to flood his ears, he stared at that sword, a grip on his self, then the picture changed, a dog barked. As if a thousand pounds of pressure were lifted, Wolfe exhaled sharply and recoiled from the experience.
"Hey, Wolfe, what's up man?" Hirsch asked concerned.
"N-nothing," Wolfe cleared his throat, "Must've just...a ... Dizzy spell, probably lost my depth perception I think. I'm good now."
Truth be told, he did feel good, in fact...now, he felt great.