The Army Reserve was activated for fighting the menace from the sewers. It was the Police Department to hunt down an Eagle standing almost ten feet tall.
Report came in minute by minute to the Police of people shooting at the high flying big bird. The television was all a buzz about this strange and huge bird. The Media was making a big storm over what one Detective knew was the result of one very powerful silver Medallion.
Then a frantic call from the Bennit Building's observation deck. The Eagle had landed and was sitting there just calmly looking around.
The Swat and Police action teams were sent into action as Ambrose drove in his car to the scene.
Thousands of people had gathered below the 40 story building and watched the big bird balance itself on the observation deck's railing.
Sirens a blaze in noise and red lights flashing like a 100 vehicle accident the host of police fanned out for their best advantage or shot.
Ambrose walked into the Division's Base and asked permission to go to the Observation deck alone. As if he'd dropped a bomb the entire place fell silent. Being that Ambrose Martin was the top dog around their, not counting his friend Ken panting at home, he could not be denied his request.
As he entered the elevator, flack jacket, two pistols, and a black helmet he just smiled as the doors closed. Quickly all points were informed of a Policeman on the observation deck and for all sharp shooters to be on the ready.
The elevator doors opened to the sunlit deck as the Eagle screeched it's hello.
"I don't know your name and I can see you can't tell me yours, but I know that the Medallion hung on your neck caused your change!" said Ambrose in a clear and slowly stated manner.
"If you understand my words scratch the deck with your left foot!" asked Ambrose as the big bird hopped off the railing and then scratched at the decking with it's left taloned foot.
"Good my friend, will you trust me to try and help you? Same sign if you will!" asked Ambrose as he walked ever so close to the bird.
Again the bird scratched the decking as before.
"Please bend low so that I might remove the Medallion, it's powers is keeping you as this Eagle form!" told Ambrose as the bird cocked it's head to look close at the brave Detective.
Folding it's legs down as if to sit it leaned forward and offered Ambrose an easy angle to remove the choking silver chain and Medallion. As it came into Ambrose's hands he asked the bird, " Now you must come with me and accept protective custody or the Swat out there will shoot you on sight. You killed a person last night and ate most of the body, the people down below want and hope to see you dead! Please get in the elevator and let me help you!" beckoned Ambrose.
The Eagle took it's left foot and scratched in the wood decking, "Butch Carsten" as his name.
"Butch, I want you to live as a human if possible again or if you chose to remain as this great Eagle bird then I pray that you fly West. Far West to one of the National Parks and there live as best you can, your choice!" suggested Ambrose as the Eagle stood up and with a shrieked took off for the high and free air.
Ambrose stood and watched as a hail of bullets flew but nary a one hit their mark. Butch flew high as he could and was never seen outside the National Parks.
Now Ambrose had this Medallion of power and wanted it to never fall into human hands again. Into his pocket it went and down the elevator to the street. Pushing aside a flurry of reporters he got into a squad car and ordered the driver to head for the Hon Museum of Natural History.
Lights ablaze the police car worked it's way past the traffic and down Indiana Avenue to the Museum's main entrance. Ambrose stepped out the car and walked slowly up the many steps into the great stone building. Up the elevator to the third floor he walked into the head curator's office and placed the Brazilian Medallion of power in his professional hands.
"This silver Medallion has great powers and has caused the deaths of many! I want this to encased in plastic and made a part of your Brazilian exhibit, agreed?" asked Ambrose.
A quick agreement was made and the Medallion was now in the professional hands of the Museum's authority on Macob jewelry.