The Jeffersonian was in complete shambles. Desks were over turned, stacked against each other to form a blockade of some kind. Dr. Goodman walked through the rubble, eyes wide at the chaos around him.

Had the Jeffersonian been attacked? Surely he would have been informed. As far as he could tell no equipment had been damaged, and no forensics evidence was among the garbage. Why would someone destroy the Jeffersonian and not take any of the valuable equipment or artifacts? Something didn't make any sense.

It was at that moment that something seemed off… it was quiet. Too quiet. He coughed loudly, hoping someone would emerge from the offices around him and explain what was going on.

"HIII-YAH!" a split second later Dr. Goodman was looking sternly at Hodgins, still looking intimidating despite the quivering nerf dart in the middle of his forehead.

"Dr. Hodgins. What have you done to this facility, and why on earth are you dressed in that way?"