Evan sat around in the lobby of the museum, rather than play on a computer he pulled out a notepad of paper and began sketching. Something he hadn't done in quite some time, actually. He stood up out of his chair at the 'station' where all of the employee things could be found like spare keys, cleaning suplies, the computer and desk, etc. His bag and personal belongings including his Midas suit were in a closet in the back area, where just a few lockers had been built. Evan walked along the different displays and sketched busts of the All American and Slugger from about the shoulders up. The more golden aged heroes were among the classics in American history, Evan was admittedly a fan due to his days of playing baseball in school out in California. A glance up at the clock read 1:32 pm. 

"Less than thirty minutes to go... better go finish my chores and clean and straighten everything up at the employee statiion." Evan thought before walking past a view observers. 

[b]Later...[/b]

Evan was ready to go. His leg bounced in the subway on the way back to Kiefer Sqare. The adrenaline started racing through his body and he accidentally turned his eyes gold for a few brief moments. Luckily only one guy in a hood took notice, but he looked as if he could have been high on something. A few minutes later had the young hero pulling his shirt off as well as his pants and shoes and stuffed them into his backpack. He turned it gold as well and put it back on his back and after a few small leaps up fire escape stairs, he was leaping and running from building to building like some sort of semi professional parkour champion. Just with a slowed tempo because while the hero could pull of some moves, it appeared much slower and like it took a lot more effort. Within minutes the adrenaline lost it's effect and Midas was already worn down. If a superhuman criminal caught him now he'd be in trouble. Thankfully the Association is just a non-powered Metropolitan and a bunch of thugs and drug addicts with muscle. 

"It's that guy who saw my eyes go gold in the subway who was wearing the red hoodie! All of them are in red hoodies while the Metropolitan stands around parading like he''s some sort of activist..." Midas though on a rooftop.

The young hero followed the marching band like group all the way to Memorial Park where the punks thought they were going to vandalize the statue honoring the Silver Agent. 

"We shall leave our mark on this city starting with one of their brightest fallen stars..." the Metropolitan spoke to nobody in particular as he as well as several others took red spray paint to the statue, "..we'll paint this whole town red..." he continued on.

Midas tore a large limb from a tree, coated it in the durable gold steel like substance, and batted a few of the thugs away. 

"You punks should find a hobby that's a little less illegal..." Midas joked now throwing the gold limb at a couple of the other members of the Metroplitan's Association. 

~KL~