| Appearences by: | Elle, Sylar, Tracy |
| Season: | Season 2 |
| Episode #: | 1 |
| Date: | January 15, 2007 |
| Total Deaths: | 30+ |
Elle
"Do you think I'm getting fat?" Elle called out staring at herself in the mirror from the side, holding up her shirt. It had been two months since the explosion in New York, and they'd finally made it to California as they planned originally. The January weather was amazing, Elle should've lived in California a long time ago. Those black jeans courtesy of Buckle were situated on those ever gorgeous soon expanding hips of hers. A black, rhinestone strap tank top decorated that upper torso quite miraculously as she moved about, turning to the sides to view from different angles. Elle was planning to do some more shopping today, such is the reason why she had those, black and gold metallic heels on. Going towards a different dresser an electric goddess would pick out an Yves Saint Laurent metal charm necklace, a gold and black bracelet with matching earrings and that black Steve Madden bag. Slaying was the only thing she knew how to do, her very soul was drawn to the deed, and she no doubt succeeded in that black and gold number. Blonde hair was combed straight falling down her shoulders, blue eyes touched up with eyeliner.
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Tracy
She moved forward toward the doors of that condo with those bright blue eyes a little uneasy. So much had happened since the destruction of New York. She remembered it all like it was yesterday; her body reforming along the shores of the Hudson River miles away from the destruction of NYC. Water molded into the shape of a woman before solidifying into flesh, leaving her nude, and distraught. She had truly thought she had died, but she hadn't; she'd only evolved. She returned to Washington D.C. after the catastrophe, to her job as Nathan Petrelli's political advisor. But, nothing was the same. The slayage of New York City hadn't gone unnoticed, and the world felt the pain of the city's ruins. Nathan was the public face of the campaign against terrorism, but only because of his newly elected status as New York Senator. He was adamant about this never happening again, but he was not wise to the very things he was signing into effect. Things Tracy had come across accidentally in her work. This was why she was here today, standing outside of the condo she had discovered to be Elle Bishop's place of residence. For, not even four days ago, she had come across a file with a familiar face, discussing her ability and ways to stabilize her. A file which was supposed to be confidential, but she had managed to find anyway. Something was up. And she figured, out of diva code, she needed to tell a bitch what was up. Long legs fell from beneath the outfit she wore…which isn't finished yet, and I'll post after. But anyway. Rest assured a bitch was fierce in every sense of the word as she stepped up to the front door, hair tied back in typical Strauss ponytail fashion, bouncing along behind her until she arrived. Her right hand rose, fist balled up, knuckles knocking gently. She waited to be greeted.
Sylar
He sat in the living room reading Tom Clancy's 'The Patriot'. It was a good read. He found himself getting into it. He didn't normally read fiction. He listened to her humming to herself in the bedroom. It had been heaven on Earth, they'd had a surprisingly calm two months in California. He really enjoyed it, even the weather. He wore a gray overshirt halfway buttoned up and a black wifebeater and his typical black jeans. He heard her asking the question he knew had been plaguing her since she, since they, found out. He didn't cease his intake of information, his reading, "No, I've told you, you are anything but fat, you're pregnant," he went back to his reading. There was nothing he needed to prepare or primp for, although he'd taken to spiking his hair on occassion for her, since she'd expressed that she liked it. He like it slicked back, which it was today. It was a lovely day outside, they were going shopping. Elle seemed in constant need of new clothing for her pregnant figure which drove him wild. They had a nice condo, a wonderful life, he was actually anticipating the birth of their child. It felt too good to be true. He heard the high heeled footsteps before the knock, hell he'd heard her coming up the hall from the elevator for the past minute and…two seconds. Turns out it was too good to be true. He rose slowly.
Elle
##blue|"Well okay then…" She gave a most envious of hairflips to no one in particular and made her way down the hall. "So, besides shopping anything else we're going to do for today?" Oooh! They should totally go to Disney Land while she still had some semblance of a chance. If the baby got too big, all of the fun she normally had would have to come to an end. Not of her own accord either… and we all know who would've put a damper on things. There was a knock at the door and she looked up. "Who the fuck could that be? We don't have friends." She stated watching as he slowly got up to answer the door. Rolling her eyes she marched forward, "Could you be any slower?" Hands crackled with electricity and she swung the door open. A gasp escaped her, those sparks diminishing for another diva was present. "Tracy? What are you doing here?" A confused expression was on her features, a hand going forth on that hip. If it was something important, which more than likely it was, she couldn't have her standing outside, so she stepped aside allowing her to come in.
Tracy
The door swung open at long last, and she batted those gorgeous icy blue eyes of hers at the face that greeted her. "Elle." Was all she said. It seemed a fellow vixen was wondering why The Ice Queen had made her presence known. Well, she had come all this way…it would be expected of her to share, wouldn't it? When Elle stepped aside to allow her entry into that condo, she took the invite, moving forward with those blonde tresses tied so tight in that ponytail bouncing against her back naturally. Heeled peep-toe pumps were at those feet, giving her height, and causing her to tower over Elle. She blinked her sights forward, to Gabriel, as she stepped in, her long legs pushing against that charcoal colored pencil skirt of hers that hugged her hips in all the right places. Tracy Strauss simply stared at Gabriel, no greeting, no verbal acknowledgement. It wasn't until she was in, standing beautiful in that white ruffle top that was fitted into the sides, showing off her slender, seductive physique, that she parted glossed lips to speak. "I know it's been a while…and the last time we saw one another wasn't the most pleasant of circumstances." Fingertips coming to stroke stray strands of gold out of her face, were there any. It was more of a habit than anything else. "But I came to warn you." After she let that introduction seep in, she spoke again. "I found a file about you in the office of another Senator a few days ago. About you…and what you can do."
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Sylar
##red|"Wha-? Elle!" He splutterd, was she unaware that they were still, techinically, on the radar?! Waltzing up to the door and flinging it open was never the best policy. He'd been preparing to blast the hell out of whoever it was on the other side of the door when Elle flounced by to fling it open. He stalked to her side, ready for whatever, when he saw another, taller blonde. Trace, the ice bitch. The one and only. He narrowed his dark eyes at her, but they soon glared at Elle for letting this ice bitch inside their house. Why he'd probably never know. "Elle…" He growled, oh they would so talk about this later. They did not address each other but had a momentary stare down. Sylar let up his preparations of telekinesis when he realized she wanted something; she wasn't here for revenge or to cause trouble. He didn't give a damn about what she wore or how she wore it, that was reserved only for Elle. It wasn't either of their problems or faults if the ice bitch was jealous of Elle. He didn't know what Trace would say if she knew Elle was pregnant; he gave a quick glance at her belly, the black shirt hid her two-month bump well. So far. "What who can do? You may not have noticed, but I can do quite a few things now," he said snarky, crossing his arms and legs leaning into a bookcase. He waited for her answer in calm silence. He may not understand whatever female, unvoiced language these two blondes spoke, but he'd get enough; if he had to kill one or fuck the other or both, he'd get his answers.
Elle
Ms. Strauss took up that invitation just as an electric vixen assumed she would. She looked at the way she looked at Gabriel, and Gabriel himself obviously wasn't too happy that she'd just let her inside. She and Gabriel would definitely have a little chat about that. While he ditched her and let the police arrest her; it was actually a fellow diva who joined her in her escape, the two making quite the blonde duo. NYPD was truly overcome by the supreme force that was that dyad. "It's been a while indeed." Gabriel didn't need to worry about her pregnancy coming to light as Elle knew not to say anything to anyone, though Tracy herself probably knew already given the conflict that occurred at Kirby Plaza two months ago. Still though, there were many who might have been after her child, namely those of Company origin so not one word was to be uttered of it. "Yeah… I recall," she stated remembering the day the two vixens went head to head. "Warn me?" This got Elle's interest up even more than it was initially. "A file?" She scrunched her face up. Why the fuck was there always files on her, and why didn't she know about it? Gabriel spoke up and Elle turned around to look at him. "Calm down…" She tried to ease the tension that was rapidly boiling. He had the tendency to be overprotective of her, "She's not here to fight." A bitch knew all to well about the diva code, and it was only natural that Tracy come to warn her. "Uh… let's sit," Elle wasn't use to having guests over or anything, so proper etiquette didn't come easy to her. She led Tracy over to the white armchair while she sat her own firm, plump ass down on the cushions of the love seat in front of her. Crossing those legs she ran her fingers through those elegant locks.
Tracy
One Gabriel Gray need stop coming for a supreme being. Rather or not he was interested in what a vixen of water and ice manipulation was wearing, he wouldn't be much of her focus, either. After all, she was a diva of epic proportion, and saw no future for the two of them other than him trying to take her life, and her remaining unamused. Bright blue eyes were blinked to the face of Gabriel Gray, but she found herself unable to find it, for his eyebrows provided quite the obstacle to that mug of his — he should really consider a wax job. The Ice Bitch, as she was so popularly referred to, simply parted those pink tiers to speak. "No one mentioned you." Snark, but true. She had said she had seen a file of Elle. And only Elle. Eyes darting back to her fellow bitch, shoulders gently shrugged. "I only saw one on you." At the invitation to sit, she let those heels fall against the floor as they carried her into the living room arrangement. She took in the very chic choice of furniture before sitting within it, and almost as if they shared the same mind, Tracy's legs crossed just as Elle's did. She sat that black suitcase down beside her seat, looking forward to focus her attention on Elle, as if she was unaware Gabriel was even in the room. "I thought it was puzzling, so I figured I'd bring it to your table. I'm not sure the intent behind having files on you, but I'm sure the mere fact that they're aware of your ability…well, it can't be good, can it?" Arms came to cross over that ruffled blouse as she sat so stunning in that seat. "I've heard rumors of a secret terrorist ring that the government has intentions on putting down. Something the public is unaware of. But no one will tell me much. I may have my hands deep in the gossip of D.C., but they're just not deep enough." Lips pursed a bit as she thought about it. "Do you think…they may have included you in the ring?"
Sylar
He hadn't been chasing that particular bitch, for the record, he didn't need her ability. But if she kept sticking her nose where it didn't belong, he might be tempted to settle the score. Well, if his eyebrows were oh-so hideous, then why had he landed Elle? Did Trace think she got laid more than he did? Not a chance. He raised a brow in response, all but saying 'touche!'. She wanted to play that way, fine. It went two ways. He remained where he was, watching Elle practically invite Trace in for tea, sour expression on his face. He listened intently, he was going to hear no matter where he went, but needless to say his attention was fully fixated on the tall blonde's words. He snorted at first, "This must be Senator Petrelli, scumbag number one?" His smug smirk dropped at her next words, "The government is involved? Are they teaming up with Primatech?" He demanded, borderline 'rudely' to these two sudden etiquette queens. He was being himself, thank you very much. Anyone who knew him would know he wasn't being mean or angry, he just wanted answers, information. This was his way of getting it. He stepped in closer, arms still folded over his broad chest, "Well, obviously they have! How the hell did they get that?" He asked, irate at the facts, not the two women. Sue him. When the pressure was on, his default setting was undoubtedly Sylar. The 'do whatever I have to, to protect my family' mentalilty was a hard one to beat down. "How deep does this go?" He asked more calm now, in a more 'indoor' voice for those who cared.
Elle
Elle nodded as she took in this information. This was certainly interesting… "But how? I was…" she gave a nervous expression, "…careful. Not like I… killed anybody in public or anything." She cleared her throat and straightened her posture. Her attention was then focused on Gabriel, "But why would Nathan do that? He's one of us too, not unless he holds resentment towards me in particular for capturing him…" Blues shifted to a fellow diva. "Were… there files on any other specials? It's just that… the chances of the government teaming up with any Company is… unlikely. The main objective is to make sure the government doesn't find out, so why do the exact opposite all of a sudden?" None of this was making sense. Normals generally reacted badly to abilities that was fact number one. Elle had to kill quite a number of people who freaked out after witnessing her electrical prowess on display accidentally. "Terrorists?" Well it did make sense, New York did after all blow up in the most… unexpected of ways. It was nice to have a fellow blonde and superior force in politics. "Well… at least you have your hand into something rather than nothing at all… I'd hate for all of this to suddenly spring up out of the blue. We'll all have to be extra careful though…" This was the worse time imaginable. She was expecting a fucking child, she couldn't handle being chased down at the moment or ever again. "Not sure…" Elle knew that Gabriel was ready to kill and rip apart whatever government force came for her, and she was more than happy to let him. The worse that could happen is more agents come, the two of them were pretty powerful and capable of handling themselves for the most part… at the moment anyways. Pretty soon, running would be too tiresome.::
Tracy
Eyes bounced over to Gabriel as he seemed to linger around uninvited. Oh well. She had come as a courtesy to Elle; dealing with Eyebrows must be a written consequence. The Aqua Goddess spoke. "Nathan's not involved. I would know if he was." And yes, an Ice Queen got sexed quite enviously, as Nathan was kind of like a boy who just met the object of his sex fantasy: he couldn't keep his hands off a bitch. And Tracy didn't mind; not one bit. But Gabriel went on, question after question, curious mention after irate outburst. The blue eyed vixen rolled her eyes. "Gee, Gabriel, maybe I should've thought to ask about the confidential files I happened to come across. Did you miss the part where I said I don't know?" She shifted her attention back to Elle, who had similar questions, but was not nearly as annoying. Those shoulders beneath that perfectly white blouse came to shrug. "I didn't see anything but your file. And I have a feeling the fact that I saw that was an accident. I don't know if the Company is involved, or if the government is planning on doing something terribly stupid. What I do know is that they're aware of people like us. They have a file on on…who knows who else they know about?" Eyes falling over Gabriel momentarily, as if suggesting him, before she realized that she, herself, could be in the files. No, if that was the case, I wouldn't be allowed in the building so — what the hell? Blues shifted behind Gabriel, out the window behind him. Brows furrowing a bit. She could've sworn she saw something move, a shadow. Perhaps it was her imagination. Or perhaps it's a bird and you're fucking paranoid, Strauss. Lock it up, get it together. She looked away, bringing her sights back on Elle. "I'll keep digging, of course. See if I can't find anything solid on what the plans are. I just wanted to stop by and suggest that…well, maybe it's time to go under the radar for a while."
Sylar
He saw no evidence of her lovelife. She was still as hard up her ass as she'd ever been and that wasn't likely to change. He tilted his head, his aura suddenly changing from searching to menacing. "What did you call me?" He asked, voice cold. "My name is Sylar," he warned voice deadly, eyes black, he stared at her like prey. "You just said you found it in his office. That's pretty damning evidence.," he said stepping closer. "There must have been more files, Trace. How else would you know to call me that?" He asked, raising a dark brow. He noticed her looking out the window. He heard noises, many pairs of boots, heavy, definately male. "They followed you! It was a goddamn setup!" He growled turning away to face about five feet from the door. He sent a telekinetic bulldozer through the door, smashing three simliar to black-SWAT-team-clad agents into the wall, two being impaled by the shards of the wooden door. The third was stunned, so he sent a blast of sharp blue electricity into his heart, charring an ashen hole into his chest. "Elle, watch the window!" He called back as he stalked out the door.
Elle
Eyes widened as Tracy called him by his actual name, a right that was only reserved for herself. "Gabriel!" She called out trying to get him to calm down, but he kept advancing on the vixen. She stood to her feet to grab him by he arm. "Let it go…" She tried to console. He wasn't going to let up however and suddenly his whole demeanor changed. "What? Followed?" She turned to look at Tracy, then back at Gabriel, the man in question suddenly gesturing and sending that door breaking apart and impaling those agents. Electricity immediately began to build up taking the form of two, crackling glowing orbs of destruction. "Got it!" Elle immediately went into agent mode, moving to the side of the window, peeking out of the curtain a bit. Two large black vans were pulling up, agents pouring from each carrying large guns in their hands. "These guys are really packing heat…" She let out as a warning. "About ten more coming up." A bullet suddenly flew through the window, landing against the far wall. Someone obviously spotted her. The bullet turned out to actually not be a bullet at all, but a dart… "They're here to capture us not kill us…" Both outcomes were bad in her opinion. Crouching down, she peeked through the window, finger extended hand forming a gun aligning with the fueling tank of one of the vans.
Tracy
Tracy looked at Gabriel as he declared, in such a monstrous tone, that his name was, in fact, Sylar. Oops. The Ice Queen stared at him hesitantly, even as Elle tried to calm him down. And yet still, he was damning her man. Tracy quickly came to his defense. "I said I found it in a Senator's office, I never said it was Nathan's. And there probably are more files, but I know your name because I've discussed you with other people before. Angela Petrelli, in fact." But his demeanor became hostile, even more than it had before, as he declared they had followed her. "What?" She was standing at once, legs uncrossed and stiletto heels firmly planted into the ground. She watched the electricity jumping across the skin of Elle, and Gabriel. The window where Gabriel provided her with the view of black vans showing up. She looked out another window, finding a squad of SWAT-esque agents moving forward with guns raised. "They wouldn't need to find me. That's how I found you; they had your address on file." Tracy jumped as the window shattered, a dart flying past her and imprinting itself into the wall, a small shock delivered into the plaster. Elle was convinced they wanted to capture her. She wasn't having it. Tracy picked up that briefcase of hers, stepping away from the two of them into the kitchen. "We have to go!" Said she, hoping there was a back entrance somewhere. But she could hear the approaching footsteps, on the other side of the wooden door in the kitchen. Tracy glared at the second exit, her only hope of escaping at that point. And, with the decision made, she did the only thing she could. Eyes focused on the door, and that ability of hers kicked in. Evolved, so that she didn't have to touch an object to cause it to chill, she watched the ice grow along the door frame, spreading its frost about the wood as it thickened. The door was now attached to the very frame in which it was placed, which might buy them some time. "They're coming up the back!" She shouted, returning to the living room.
Sylar
"Fuck!" He shouted as he heard Trace's words. Surrounded. He turned into the hall, hands raised in a shield. He came fully into the hallway, looking to his right, seeing five agents crowded three in front, two in back. "Well, take care of it!" He yelled back as he sent a wide blast of electricity at the first three, knocking their charred corpses into the the two behind. He strightened two fingers, slicing one, two throats, blood spattering onto the walls. He stalked down the hall, the other side being a dead end, he used his telekinesis to levitate himself to walk as if up shallow stairs over the pile of dead bodies. He saw Elle's blast take out the van, taking out five agents, the other five being thrown towards him and the condo, one landing near the hallway. He walked out towards the fallen man, who struggled to rise. He stabbed an icicle up from the man's chin through his tongue up into his brain, looking on with wide dispassionate eyes, head tilted to the side, studying the man briefly as he twitched and gurgled. He moved on, walking carefully around the flaming debris. He wacthed Elle snipe two more, which left two for him. He raised a hand, twisting his wrist viciously to the right. The agent was lifted four feet into the air, his neck ripped around, his chin tickled his spine. He dropped the corpse, turning to glance at the final, unconscious agent, he pinned him down and turned back to the condo. "I trust you ladies held your own, as no one stabbed me in the back," he called as he entered the ruined door, eyes first looking to Elle.
Elle
Damn… Tracy was forever leaving bitches in the dust. Running however wasn't something that she and Gabriel were privy to, only doing it unless it was absolutely necessary. These men were normals, fairly easy to take out. That barely visible strand of electricity hit that van just as soon as it parted that delicate finger tip, the explosion big enough to shatter the glass. No doubt other apartments suffered the same consequence. Elle had been expecting that though and as such was situated out of the way, only her hand feeling those glass shards. There really was no time to do the other van. Gabriel having multiple abilities was definitely an advantage. Elle could hear the screams and gurgles of the victims as they were slaughtered brutally. Elle was about to go take a little look see when he burst through the door. "Tracy…. left. We need to go af— Oh, she's here." She noticed the ice queen had returned. "The back? Jeesh, talk about having the place laid out. She had to remember, this was the government they were dealing with. Acquiring blueprints to an facility was something they could do on a whim. "I'll cover the back…" With that Elle ran towards the bedroom peaking out of the window, eyes scanning for even more agents.
Tracy
Tracy's shouts were answered by a hostile Gabriel Gray, who declared that she needed to 'take care of it.' Never really one for confrontation of the physical calibur, as it was always in her nature to disperse in the most epic of ways, Tracy Strauss found herself cornered. Sure, she could sit there and let Elle and Gabriel take care of it, as it seemed they had the best training in that retrospect. But, that wasn't really an option, what with the soldiers arriving at that back entrance door she'd frozen over and slamming into it in order to shatter the ice, or the door, whichever came first. She found herself staring over at the door, wanting so desperately to find a reasonable outcome that would solidify her survival. Fight or flight. Fight or flight! And, just as the van from outside caused the ground beneath those stiletto heels to shake as it exploded, debris flying every which way, the door in the kitchen broke inwardly through the middle, as the ice just wouldn't budge. The soldiers piled in. Tracy dropped her briefcase, staring at them as they pointed their weapons at her. "Tracy Strauss, remain calm and put your hands on your head as we prepare to take you in." Spoken by one of them. Her body reacted before she did. Suddenly, the warmth of that flesh was losing its body heat. Skin hardened over as it lost its pigment, those icy blue eyes coming to be the color of her body as they watched the soldiers. Two of the soldiers, with their weapons aimed at her, pulled the trigger, sending electrified darts at her chest. Unfortunately for them, when those darts found her body, they didn't find flesh; they found ice. Golden ponytail became chilled over, frost encasing it as her body became the very chilled sculpture she had been in Kirby Plaza. Only, this time, she could move. The electricity didn't spread through her body as intended, for ice wasn't the best conductor for such a power, leaving her to pull those darts off her body. As if on cue, the darts fell to the ground, and from the ground, the frost spread across the floor over to the group. Without further ado, from the ground, rose several spears of ice, impaling several of the soldiers, killing them immediately as blood spilled out of them. For the remainder soldiers, she threw her arms forward: literally, threw them forward. As in, hands stretched forward, sharpening as they moved, until they became spears in themselves, running through flesh and bone before the lifeless corpses fell to the ground as her hands returned to normal length. Tracy glanced over at the door they'd broken inward, the very frost that had spread across the floor now coming to the doorway. The ice began to spread at once, the door frame being where it begun, until it grew, it thickened, into a makeshift wall of ice. One that wouldn't be easy to get through, a door without a knob. No one was coming through that; not without some sort of superhuman ability, at least. Literal icy blue hues fell upon Elle as she relocated.
Sylar
He looked over Elle quickly, taking in her form, she was uninjured, so he moved on. "She's still here." he said before Elle had finished speaking. He stalked in further towards the back door that Trace held. "Impressive," was all he said to her, looking over her icy armor and the impenetrable wall. "But you should have gone out and killed all of them. Now we have to go play hide and seek," he said to Trace's blue and white form. "Anything, Elle?" He called over his shoulder to her as he turned back to the front door. "Leave a van, we can use that, I have a hostage outside, let's get out of here now!" He shouted to both the women over his shoulder as he went to go stand watch over the door. "Watch the back!" He went out and saw eight black suits walk in front of the hall. "Eight suits!" He called out to the women. He walked forward as three top desk agents with the whole package, guns, tasers and tranqs, diverted from their path around the building to the back, heading towards him, guns drawn. He held up his hands, one in his typical choke position to one, the other placed palm out, blocking the bullets from the other two, which he quickly redirected back into their own bodies. He smirked. No sense wasting ammunition. "Five headed your way!" He called out again as he advanced towards the black suit, holding the man's hands to his sides as Sylar held him up just barely enough to breathe. "Hang around," he said sarcastically to the strung up agent.
Elle
Elle was about to blow up the van, when Gabriel told her not to. "No, nothing so far! Must be coming in from the back now." A hostage? That would most definitely prove useful. Her Gabriel was just so incredibly smart, he no doubt deserved something special later, if you know what a vixen means… Getting up she ran back towards the front to see one Ms. Strauss looking absolutely glam in that ice form. "Oooh pretty!" She exclaimed staring at the large icicles impaling the men, their blood coating it. "Too bad there isn't time to take a picture…" (And the ice would eventually melt). Her sociopathic side was truly beginning to emerge now. "Why would they attack with tasers anyways?" Not like she was going to be wet or anything, they hadn't even thought of bringing water, but that fact in itself proved something. "I have the feeling they don't exactly have all of their facts on us…" Too many vital mistakes were made, they didn't know weaknesses, they hadn't taken any sort of precautions. The limits of the three specials were virtually unknown to the institution. Elle naturally followed behind Gabriel, helping Tracy take out the the five men as they approached. Large beams of insta-death were were launched from both palms knocking two men back, instantly evaporating their body fluids and charring their bodies.
Tracy
Tracy glared at Gabriel as he stepped forward, seemingly impressed with the work she'd done (which left cause to be a little wary…impressing a serial killer and all). However, it seemed he wanted to nitpick. He wanted her to go out there and deal with the other soldiers? She didn't want to deal with the ones that had burst through the door! She came to furrow icy brows at his mention. "Or…we can go out the front door and not be attacked from behind." Said she, stating the very obvious as she moved forward in those stiletto heels, which were actually pretty damaged, a consequence of her ice form. In fact, her entire wardrobe would prove unwearable from this point forward. A pity. I like this skirt. Elle seemed to like her form, as well, calling it pretty. She grinned as she moved from the kitchen toward the front door with Gabriel and Elle, an unlikely team if ever there was one. With eight agents running forward, guns raised, she watched Gabriel subdue two before making one his bitch. Elle, also, took two of the men down by engorging them in that electricity that roasted their bodies right away. And Tracy? Well, she took matters into her own hands, literally. For, when she whipped her left hand from her right shoulder over to her left side, the sharpest of ice crystals would fly forward, embedding themselves in the protective suits of the soldiers. From the ground, frost spread again as the air chilled, large spears coming to run through the ground and impale two of them. The third? She was moving forward as he was stunned from the icicles that pierced his body, snatching up his arm as a tribute to what her powers once were. The ice began to spread along his suit, crawling up the fabric, toward his head. But then, it stopped, and disappeared. Frost-proof? No matter. That hand of hers sharpened as she pointed it into his shoulder, impaling him as her arm elongated, forcing him to stumble backward into a wall before she pinned him against it from several feet away. He groaned out in pain. She wasn't concerned. "Who sent you?" She asked him. If there was anything Tracy wanted this evening, it was answers. She knew the government was in on this, for whatever reason. But she wanted to know who, and why. "And don't play dumb with me; you don't have the luxury of wasting my time. I want to know who gave you these orders, and what those orders are."
Sylar
The women had followed him. "Now, now, Trace, we need to keep this mobile. A team this large, they'll have back up at their mid-way point," he said. "Elle, check the van," he said simply. He walked up to the pinned agent, placing one hand on the ice spike that impaled the man's shoulder to the wall, the other reaching behind to melt it out of the wall. If Sylar melted the icicle, he'd bleed to death, but he had to move the man. So he simply removed the back half of the icicle that connected the man's body via the spike to the wall. He plucked the man up floating him, writhing and whimpering towards the van. He stalked that way himself, taking in the still normal seeming neighborhood. He smirked at Trace, who followed him, over his shoulder "Promise I'll let you have at him until he doesn't give you anything for bad interrogation tactics," he taunted and promised at the same time. They appraoched the van, floating agent, ice queen, and dark serial killer.
Elle
"On it!" She exclaimed chipperly, skipping off to the van as if she didn't have a care in the world. Elle was extremely elated! There was so much death! Blood all over the place, the smell of ash, boiled body fluids, missing chunks of flesh, slit throats. All that was missing now was the river of blood flowing ever so beautifully down the street. Elle opened the van and got inside via the back. "Got 'em yet?" One man stated turning around from the drivers seat, only to have his face burnt off in the process. Elle looked around, there were various drugs in place, "Sleeping agents, Pentothal, Pavulon…?" They planned to kill one of them, or maybe all three of them via lethal injection. "All clear!" Elle called out, going through some of the stuff along the built in outer tables. There were tons of of tranquilizer darts, as well as standard bullets… She just needed to find a vile of some nature. A strange metallic case caught her eye and she hoisted it up unlocking it. "GPS…" Maybe there were other files. Elle was no keyboard samurai but she definitely knew her way around a computer. Maybe Gabriel, would be able to make more sense of this stuff.
Tracy
Tracy felt a jolt of pain as Gabriel went forward and snapped the very end of her iced arm off. "You fucking prick." She said in a rather smooth, casual voice before her arm began to slide back into its standard length, reforming the very hand she'd lost as consequence of his actions. Icy ponytail swung about behind her back as she turned toward the door when he levitated the stiff-lipped soldier who hadn't given her the answers she'd asked for. A small smirk. "I'll get what I want out of him." Said she, walking forward in those commanding stiletto heels, the very pair she'd have to throw out when she was to safety. The glistening vixen of blue and white stepped over to the van as she saw a familiar flash of blue, signaling that Elle had taken out the driver, and whoever else was there. It wasn't long until she heard the all clear, and she was already heading over. She wanted desperately to return to Washington, to see what the hell had just occurred there. But that soldier from the kitchen had known her by name, and had insisted that he was there to take her in. That, and the fact their suits were insulated to deter her trademark ice capabilities, told her everything she needed to know: she was grouped in with Elle as a terrorist. Shit. Once she made it to the van, she pulled herself into the back, and it was only then that she let herself fall out of that icy visage of hers, skin returning to its normal delicate texture. "What is all of this stuff?" She asked, looking around at the metallic case, the drugs sitting around, the darts, the bullets. They were truly not playing around this evening. Tracy kneeled beside a fallen vial of Pentothal. "Oh, my…"
Sylar
"Whoops," he mimed shock, shrugged as he turned away. "Yes, I'm sure you will, Trace, judging by your little performance. How not to interrogate 101," he said smugly, flicking the doors to the van open; he placed the whimpering agent in the back with Trace. "Anything?" He asked of Elle as he climbed into the driver's seat. He started the van with a rumble. He pulled out, heading towards the out of state freeway, anywhere but here. They headed east. He heard a struggle in the back, he glanced back seeing the agent struggling to reach a weopons, specifically the tranq canisters, which would work just fine whether shot into a body or shoved. He also saw Trace sitting in the back, staring at her hand in shock, no pun intended. She looked numb and totally out of it. She was no good, he turned back the the road, "Elle!" He called out to warn her, interrupting her research paper, slamming the man back into the closed, locked back doors with his mind, stunning him, hearing a yelp of pain as his shoulder was jarred. "She's no good, you need ot babysit. Nicely." he added firmly.
Elle
Gabriel started up the van as Tracy bore witness to the scene before her. "Hm?" She looked up staring at Gabriel then to the man, who she jolted and paralyzed just for good measure; besides all that, Gabriel seemed to have everything under control. "I don't wanna babysit!" She closed the case and climbed up to the front, taking her claim to the passenger seat. "I'd much rather stay up here with you…" She bit her lower lip, a bit turned on from the blood works earlier. He'd probably protest and get angry, but who cared. He wasn't going to make her, not while she was pregnant. She leaned closer to him, as he drove along the freeway, nibbling on his neck, and planting kisses there. Yes, Tracy was in the van as well, but… Elle really didn't have any inhibitions when it came to most things. "Still want me to go babysit?" She asked whispering in his ear before biting and tugging at it.
Tracy
Tracy, of course, paid Gabriel Gray nothing but dust as he tried to come for her once again. It was so very clear his envy ran deep, for he could not achieve the very evolution she had. Sure, he could have multiple powers. But could he be that bitch? Never. Which was why she just stepped outside into that van, climbed in, and examined what was scattered about without a word to him. The soldier reaching for the weapon was a sound she heard right away, and she would be a fool to ignore it. So, dropping the vial of Pentothal she had picked up, she focused her sights on him right away. Her icy blue gaze seemed to be all the trigger the van needed for a thin layer of ice to creep across the floor of the van, a small ice spear forming at once right in between his legs. It wasn't too tall, but it was just as sharp, and dangerous, as the ones that had taken his comrades by storm in the condo whilst they drove. Tracy smirked at the soldier, who froze as consequence from almost being impaled. "If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already. But just because I don't want to, doesn't mean I won't." Tracy heard Gabriel's request of her being babysitted. Or whatever he was saying. She tended to drown him out. Her eyes rolled. "I'm doing fine back here, in fact. Focus on the road, psycho killer, and leave the mind work to those who have the intellectual capacity." Her sights still on the soldier as her eyes ran to the weapons he had been reaching for, watching as that familiar ice grew along them, encasing them thickly, making them unusable. "Take us to Vegas." Said Tracy, as her eyes still on the soldier while she spoke to Gabriel and Elle. "I know some heavy players there. If I pull a few strings…maybe I can get to the bottom of this."
Sylar
For the record he'd been referring to the agent needing to be babysat since Trace had decided to mometarily check out and imagine her former life, what should have been. She really had no idea, what it was like to live life this way, they didn't have any other cushy options. That was why they were so good at it. He nodded to Trace's request to take them to Vegas. He knew that Senator Petrelli had once run some shady business in Vegas, his father had been involved in it, too. Petrellis. He sneered. He would be hard pressed to decide which was the worst. He thought this over the long drive to Vegas. When they arrived, bright lights and colors assaulted their eyes. "Sin City. Fitting you have contacts here, Trace," he commented, taking the main road down the center of the city. "Where should we go?" He asked.
Hiro
Hiro, who had missed loads of fights because he had brought home his best friend's dead body, Ando, for he had preferred to give him a proper funeral since he loved him so much than to be part of fights. Now that Ando had had his funeral, Hiro healed a bit, enough for him to begin thinking about going to help people. Saving ze world in fact. He decided that Vegas was the perfect place to go since big dealers were there and everything. He remembered the time he went there with Ando…such fun and —— it hurt too much to think about it. Instead, he teleported himself in front of the big Casino in Las Vegas. He had heard that they were people, bad people, that had to be caught there. He had learned as well that he should look for a black van because they were in it so, not losing time (which was precious to him), he started looking thoroughly for it. He then saw it, finally after a few minutes. He let out a *iiiiip* of surprise and told himself: I should hide before they notice me! He then walked behind a big plant in a pot in front of the casino, hoping they wouldn't notice him and if ever they did well, he'd just stop time to get away from sight. And he waited.
Elle
Vegas. Elle didn't think she'd ever come here again. The last time she'd been here had been under undesirable conditions, but she left with something a lot more important… She leaned up from off of the window and looked at Gabriel. "Remember the last time we were in Vegas?" She cooed leaning on his shoulder, running a hand through his dark locks. That was a fairly pleasant memory, having him stalk her, annoying him on the bench, being dragged away to the hotel, being fucked roughly… Le sigh… That however wasn't why they were here now, they were because there were apparently some major players present that a fellow diva knew, players that may offer some semblance of information. 'Let's certainly hope so…' Eyes, turned away from her serial killer lover, and she couldn't help but glance at all the shiny lights. What would happen if she caused a black out here? Hmm… Better not do that, wouldn't want to alert the government to their presence.
Tracy
"The Corinthian." Said Tracy, pointing her hand forward toward the Casino down the road. It was a large building, brightly lit, just like everything else near the Strip. And, she was certain, that Elle knew it well. She had ventured to Vegas as well, where she had run into Nathan those months ago. She remembered being on the run, coming here to see Linderman. How Linderman had advised her that the explosion in New York would be in her best interest to allow. That had been the last time she'd been to Vegas. And it had most undoubtedly changed her life. Tracy watched the soldier silently as he stood there, looking rather uncomfortable, a consequence of the spear that wasn't melting in between his legs. She heard Elle reminisce about her last visit to Vegas. She didn't respond. She had her own worries in mind. "We need a plan." She said suddenly, as the van pulled into the parking lot, or wherever it came to stop. Her sights were fixed on the soldier as she tried to put together what was on her plate. He looked…pleased. He didn't look afraid in the slightest. And that worried her, as though they might be walking into a trap. Or, at least, involuntarily giving away their position. "What are you hiding?" She asked the agent, who was as tight-lipped as he had been before. Tracy's right hand came to rise, pointed outward toward his face. As if on cue, from her palms, water began to drip along those fingers before at the very center of it all a jet of it flew forward, reminiscent of some kind of water pump. It devoured the soldiers face at once, putting him the victim of sudden drowning. He tried to shift about, but he couldn't. The blast from her hands kept him against the side of the van, the water forcing its way into his throat. Then, she ended it, the water dripping out of the sides of the van. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
Sylar
They pulled into a tall building that looked like it housed various places of…interest, including a hotel and casino. "This looks good," he pulled in, he ignored the leaky faucet in the back of the van, "What's going on?" He called back, parking the van outside the entrance. He turned in the seat to look back into the van seeing Trace forcing water down the agent's throat. "I'm gonna tie him down so when we park him somewhere for the night, he'll stay put, he'll be here in the morning, Trace," he said. Elle had practically adhered herself to his body, stroking his hair, he gave a contented purr at the feeling, giving her a dark promising look, before he turned to Trace again. "We'll get what we need in the morning, we'll see about your contacts, then, too," he said as he slunk into the crowded back area. He quickly tied the agent with cuffs and duct tape, securing him to the floor. He pointed a deadly finger at the man, "No funny business or it's your ass, got it?" Sliding out of the van gracefully, he met Elle and Trace around the other sides as well. They walked to the hotel. Some damn convention was in town so their options were limited.
Hiro
Hiro, who saw them coming towards the hotel, felt like jumping out from behind the plant. He didn't do so because he knew that wasn't a very good plan.Instead, he told himself he'd wait for them to arrive near him so he could surprise them. But as they were getting to him, he felt a sudden aching. Emotional aching for he couldn't stop thinking at each of their pace of Ando and them together fighting against villains like Sylar..who was there!! He had to stop him!… but …pain was taking its toll and Hiro doubted this was the right time to confront them. After careful thinking, he decided that if he preferred to stay alive, in his depressed condition, he should leave and come back at a better time to them. So, before they could even know he was here, he teleported some place elsewhere.
Elle
She giggled at the look that Gabriel gave her and hopped out of the car, stretching. Gabriel went to go secure the hostage and she rolled her eyes. "Why don't I just paralyze his throat muscles, save us all the trouble of him screaming and moaning to alert someone, hm?" And that's exactly what she did. They needed to make sure that their bases were covered. "Alright so Tracy, where are these… contacts? Actually, don't bother explaining, the buffet inside is calling out to a bitch so, I'll go keep myself occupied." She then turned to Gabriel, "And you, you just focus on getting a room key…deluxe suite, m'kay? Good, it's settled." Before anyone could voice their opinions on the matter, she went sashaying off inside, hips swaying in the most tantalizing of ways. Being four months pregnant really took it out of a vixen, and she could really delight in some lobster or shrimp right about now.
Tracy
Gabriel seemed to think she was soaking the van out of sheer desire to torture and get information. He was half-right. But not completely. As he, and Elle, hopped out of the van, Tracy glared holes into the soldier, who was soaked, coughing from being nearly drowned, but still not looking intimidated. Something was up. She knew it. The Ice Queen took her leave of the van as well, blinking those bright blue eyes over to Gabriel. "I'm not trying to interrogate him." She said matter-of-factly, looking at Elle as she climbed into the back to do her plan. "He knows something. The way he's looking…he knows something. I can't shake the feeling this is exactly where he wants us to be." Elle seemed to want to go eat. What a pregnant diva. And Gabriel was going to get a room key? She glanced over her shoulders at the soldier, sighing, before making her way forward in those stiletto heels toward the casino.
Sylar
He rolled his eyes. Get a room key? What was he, a bus boy? While he waited for the receptionist to type in their requests, he leaned back against the counter, arms folded. To Trace, he said "That may be. We don't know that. And either way, its going to be hard to kill us, kill anyone in Vegas," he paused, frowning, "You think they have a facility here? That makes sense, that could be the connection," he mused aloud. He got the damn room and he went to go join Elle, he was hungry as well, but not nearly as ravenous as he knew she'd be.
Elle
Elle had been stacking a plate full of a wide variety of food, a strange combination actually: sea food as well as red meat. Elle probably should've been eating more of her veggies, but lets face it, veggies are yucky. She placed those very items on a tray that a busy boy was carrying on a cart, going to stack another plate. "Oh, Gabriel, you've made it!" She stated excitedly, as the bus boy helped her load food. "Do you mind going to get some ice cream and cake?" She asked, he nodded and walked off. It was amazing how telling someone that you were pregnant prompted them to do a variety of extra things, collecting food, giving complimentary items, etc. Maybe this wasn't so bad. What else could she get? If she was going to be pregnant and miserable for five more months she might as well milk this shit for all that it was worth. "So, did you get the room key?" Naturally he did, but she just wanted to make sure. "Where's Tracy?"
Tracy
An Ice Queen of the most envious qualities moved into the casino with those long legs pressing forward through the air as peep-toe pumps met the floor. She blinked those icy blue eyes to the left, to the right, looking to try and find herself amidst the surroundings. She was heading toward that escalator, which would take her upstairs where she had known Linderman's office was before. But that's not who she was here to see. No, Tracy Strauss had come to Vegas in hopes of running into Senator Franklin of Nevada, who she had heard would be staying in Vegas for the weekend, water cooler gossip she'd gathered before her departure for L.A. She knew where Franklin's room was; he always stayed in the same place, and she and Governor Malden had come to visit him on numerous occasions regarding the corrupt nature he had. It was, after all, how a Governor had gathered up as much power as Malden had, anyway. Tracy moved forward, glancing up at the security camera perched up on the ceiling, before heading down the hallway toward his room. Security was outside, dressed in classy suits, sunglasses, earpieces. They recognized Tracy and let her through, down the hallway, to see him. "Hello, boys." Said she with a confident tone before making her way down the hallway. Another security camera would catch her glance. Little did she know, this was more of a bad thing than she could ever imagine.
Sylar
He waved the key at her question. And she thought she would be miserable? Was it really that bad? He shrugged, "I assume she's gone manhunting, her supposed contacts," he answered. He got his own plate and began to get chicken, ribs, potato salad, broccali, carrots, and a salad. "Do you think she was witholding any information from us?" He asked, getting a dressing for his salad. Sylar went on to pick up napkins and utinsels.
Elle
"Right. Contacts." Elle would rather let her have fun with that, loading up on cookies and cupcakes. Gabriel would be the one to think of getting vegetables and napkins. Always gotta have a balanced meal. "Withholding?" She asked taking a bite of a warm chocolate chip and pecan cookie, "Uh… I don't think so. What would she gain from that? She was close to being captured herself." Anything was possible, but the chances of a fellow diva coming all the way out there to warn them and withhold info was kind of redundant. If that was the case she was better off staying in D.C., at least that's what Elle would have done. "What do you have against her anyways, besides the little incident from before. Well actually forget I said that, I suppose that is enough of a reason for you to not like her." The bell boy returned with the designated items, "Would that be all?" Eyes scanned the tray and the buffet table. "Yeah… it would be. Ooh! Gabriel, get something to drink!" He wasn't exactly doing anything at the moment, he could at least carry something, besides he knew what she liked. "Ready to go, Jeffery!" She stated slapping the bell boy on the back hard enough to make him stumble a bit. He nodded and began to lead them to the elevator.
Tracy
Tracy grinned as the door to the hotel room was pulled open, and from within, Senator Franklin stood in a dress shirt and slacks. He greeted her with surprise, but enthusiasm, inviting her on in. "I didn't expect to see you, Trace." "I didn't expect to show. Thought I'd surprise you. Safe to say it worked?" She stepped into the hotel room, that ponytail bouning along behind her ever still. "Consider me surprised. To what do I owe this magnificent pleasure?" Tracy moved forward, turning her head around to lay her eyes on Franklin with all seriousness. No time to bullshit him. She jumped right to it. "I'm wondering about something. A file I found…on your desk." The Senator stared at her with curiousity, and a hint of offense. "Going through my desk, Tracy? That's not like you." "I was dropping off documents from Nathan a couple of days ago and I couldn't help but see something about a woman…something Bishop, I think her name was." The Senator's face dropped a bit, but Tracy kept going. "I know it probably sounds crazy, but I happened to see something about her being able to…manipulate electricity?" Tracy shook her head with a convincing grin, as though she was having a hard time believing it. "It sounds…kind of nuts, to be honest, but — " "Does it, Tracy?" She paused as he interrupted her, those bright blue eyes fixated on his visage as though she was looking for something. Before too much time passed, she responded again. "Well, yeah. People shooting electricity from their hands…it's kind of ridiculous, don't you think?" The Senator was moving out of the living room toward the kitchen, pulling out small glasses as if to prepare a drink. "I don't think so. I figured you wouldn't, either."
Sylar
Now he'd been upgraded to barkeep. He got some pink lemonade and two coca-colas and followed their cart, watching Elle nearly unbalance the poor boy. He paused before entering the elevator with them, taking in the normal, blissfully ignorant people who sat and ate or played in the casino. He sighed, stepping into the elevator, squeezed in with Elle, the bus boy, and the cart. They really had no idea, the inner war that existed, that raged right beneath their noses, none the wiser. He felt a prick of envy towards them, raising their famlies in relative safety, going to work, living their lives. But then he remembered why he hated them. He was completely engrossed in his own inner musings, thinking of just how Nathan must have ratted them out, how deep he was in. He wondered if Pete knew about it. He wondered how the hell they'd gotten funding for such bullshit opperation, let alone the man power. There were so many unknowns, but he wondered. Did the game really change with these new players?
Elle
She smiled while listening to the elevator music while they ascended, taking up a deliciously drenched, barbecue rib taking a bite. Why wait until they got to the room when she could begin to eat now? She smacked her lips and moaned at how good the food was, just like it'd been last time she was here. The corners of her mouth were licked and those doors eventually opened. Elle moved along with the bus boy as he was the one who maneuvered the cart, she'd leave finding the room up to Gabriel he was the one with the key after all. "This food is so good!" Spoon was picked up and a scoop vanilla ice cream taken up to pass between the succulent lips. Eventually they made it to the room, and Elle saw the bus boy off, the cart being left behind. She ordered Gabriel to lay all the food along the surface of the king sized bed, so she could sit at the head and chow down, legs folded.
Sylar
Sylar set the food down. He sat down as well, enjoying the food. He remembered the last time they were here. He chuckled a little as he dug into his potato salad and chicken. In answer to her answer to his question, he continued, "What would she have to benefit? This could be an elaborate set up, Elle. Three specials in one blow, all of them powerful? She'd sell us out given the chance, and you know she would." There were more spices in the food than he remembered, but still delicious. He was glad Elle had gotten a cart full of food. It saved him the time of going to get more, which he undoubtedly would eventually have to.
Elle
Elle had to agree with Gabriel's statement. She would turn them in, if given the chance to save herself. They both noticed how fast she made her way for that exit before standing up and fighting. Not only that, but she usually preferred flight to fight from what Elle could remember. "Alright… so… maybe it could be a set up? I don't want to just jump to conclusions or anything." Elle knew that it was important to consider every and all variables. "Okay, so what if she is? Setting us up. What then?" There was one way to take her out, from what Elle noticed of Tracy, she seemed to be using ice and water, so if they broke apart her molecules to form separate atoms then maybe. They could do that one of two ways, high voltage or Gabriel's radioactive power. Not that Elle thought she was the enemy or anything, but just as a precaution. She had a baby on the way, and nothing could stand in the way of that. Another rib was taken up as she bit into it.
Tracy
"What do you mean?" She inquired to the Senator, who seemed to be insinuating she might have thought there was more truth to the possibility of a woman throwing electricity around than she was letting on. "You mean…I've seen something like this before?" "Seen, experienced…in person. It's funny." The Senator was pouring them both drinks, but Tracy was simply staring at him with curiosity. "After Nathan got elected, rumors got out about there being a warrant out for your arrest. A warrant that was quickly dropped, but I decided to look into it more." "A warrant…?" "Yep. Dealing with you being a suspect in the murder of two police officers." Tracy fought to maintain her composure, but she knew exactly what he was talking about. After Panera. "It took a little digging from my team, but we managed to track down a Matt Parkman. Told us about his suspicions about you. He said he linked you to the explosion in New York, but he couldn't find any evidence." "Excuse my French, Senator, but that's the freshest pile of bullshit I've come in contact with. And I've been in politics for over ten years." "It intrigued me, too." He was walking over with those glasses in his hand, handing her one. She simply blinked those eyes down to it, before looking back up at him as if to dismiss the drink. "I'm not thirsty." "No, I imagine you're well-hydrated." Tracy furrowed those brows, feeling as though something wasn't right. Something wasn't right. His subtle references, his mention of Officer Matt Parkman…he knows something. "What kind of game are you playing, Senator?" "The kind I'll win. The question, Ms. Strauss…which side of the field are you playing for?" Tracy swallowed, staring at him as he offered the drink over to her once again. "I insist."
Sylar
It was his nature to be suspicious of everything and it came very much in handy when dealing with shady specials. People in general, really. Sylar had already figured she was a flight person, literally. "I don't want to either, but the fact still remains. I don't know how well you two know each other or whatever, but she's only out for herself." He tilted his head, mouth full of broccoli, "However, she would make a very powerful ally," he commented, "How many people, special or not, would come all the way across country to tell us that when she could have easily phoned? It wouldn't protect us completetely, but it would have been safer." There was a silence as he thought for a few moments, chewing. "They could have easily followed her, she may have been lying about how she found us. The point is," here he devoured a rib himself, "We don't know how much she knows or how deep she's in." He didn't want to be too paranoid, but it was his job to be protective, to look out for any possible danger to his girlfriend and child. He really wanted to trust Trace, he did, she'd be very useful, not to mention her being in a place of power, she'd be their inside 'man' as it were. He respected her…to a degree.
Elle
One hand came to rub at her slightly bulging belly as she thought. Elle really wasn't above betrayal and neither was Tracy. "So what's your plan? Just in case she is trying to turn us in or whatever." She flicked her head back to move some of her gorgeous, gold locks from her face. "Where should," she licked her fingers clean of the barbecue sauce, "We go to?" A tray of lobster and butter was placed on her lap, Elle breaking the hard shell apart with her hands and dipping the white meat in butter. She tried to focus on the possible danger at hand, really she did, but in all honesty a supreme being was starved. Minutes passed and she'd already devoured two of he lobster tales with a terrifyingly baffled about of haste. She'd always been a fast eater before her pregnancy but even more so now.
Tracy
Tracy took the glass from the hand of the Senator, holding onto it with such a curious glare, one that showed she didn't feel necessarily comfortable around him but, rather, she wasn't going to sacrifice her composure as well. She didn't drink from it; Tracy didn't trust Senator Franklin all of a sudden. And she was not going to put herself in a position to be the victim. "Go on…" "I know what you can do, Tracy, baby. After that tip from Mr. Parkman, I had my team take the liberty of investigating confiscated video tapes from all the places you were known to frequent. That martini bar in D.C., Nathan's office, Malden's office, even here." Tracy arched her left brow. "I'm certain you're mistake — " "Jim McCann ring a bell, Tracy?" And she was immediately silenced. Tracy felt her heart sink into her stomach as he brought up a sour subject. She had long since gotten over his murder, but even almost a year later, she was adamant about keeping that secret to herself. The Ice Vixen blinked those bright blue eyes. "I thought it would. Tracy, level with me here. You don't have anywhere to go. What are you going to do…play outlaw with Elle Bishop, and her serial killer boyfriend? He killed his own mother, sweetheart." "What the hell do you want?" Hostile, as she was done doing his dance. "I want you to be my eyes and ears. Tell me what they plan, where they're going." "You want me to sell them out? What's in it for me?" "Amnesty from Building 26." "Building 26?" "Where we'll be keeping people like you." "…why are you doing this?" "Because I took a vow as a Senator to protect the best interest of my country, and I'm doing what I can to keep the terrorists at bay. Especially those living under my own roof."
Sylar
Yes, what was his plan? He chewed on his ribs thoughtfully, "Wait and see what she comes back with. If she doesn't come back, we'll know. We'll stay here for the moment. It's risky, but we need to rest, regroup. Be ready to leave at any moment," he said, frowning down at his plate. He was taking a big risk by staying where Trace could find them, knew where to sell them out. He was hesitant to leave, nontheless. They had no home to go back to now. He was used to the way she ate, so he didn't bother to tell her to slow down. If she got heartburn and indigestion, that would be her fault. Sylar just hoped her system didn't decide to do it at an inopportune moment, such as flight or fight. He'd finished so he placed his plate, untinsels, and barely used napkin, after he'd wiped his mouth and hands off, onto the cart. He collasped back onto the bed, legs still hanging off, rubbing his temples.
Elle
"Okay, okay, let's just… be careful." Elle was going to follow Gabriel's lead, he usually came up with pretty perfect plans, but just in case he fumbled the ball she'll have something prepared. If she could think that is, Elle usually worked best on her feet, planning wasn't in her nature. It wasn't that she couldn't do it, she just didn't like to. Yeah… their home pretty much was gone now… and she was loving that condo too, and something told her that even Gabriel was. A divine being watched as he cleared off the bed of those empty plates, only leaving a few ribs, shrimp, cookies , and ice cream. If she was eating too fast or too much she'd expect him to at least warn her or something considering she was carrying his child. He laid back on the bed, and she smiled. She picked up a bowl of chocolate ice cream and placed the cold dish on his chest. "Wanna feed me?" Affection was something that she definitely found herself seeking more of lately, especially from him. Though there were times when she wanted to burn him alive when he did something she didn't want. My how those emotions could switch up.
Tracy
"I am not a terrorist." "Right. You just…killed Jim McCann because it was the new black. I know you're fashionable, Tracy Strauss, but I didn't realize you were delusional." Tracy reached her hand forward, snatching up his shirt and tugging him forward with aggression. "If I'm a terrorist, then who's going to save your sorry ass?" The Senator didn't seem intimidated, even still. He simply chuckled. "You mean…besides the agents that are out in the hallway as we speak, waiting to take you in should you refuse to assist me?" Tracy's grip loosened as he said that. "You're bluffing." Said she to him. "Not hardly, Trace. All those security cameras you walked by walking in here…you didn't think they had me well-informed? I knew you were coming before you knew you were coming. You…and Elle, and Sylar. If I don't walk out of this room with you, Tracy, if I don't tell the agents you're with me…you don't stand a snowman's chance in Hell on getting out of here; pun intended." Tracy released him, letting him be free from her grasps, before glancing down at the carpet beneath those heels of hers. "So what do you say, Tracy? Gonna do what I asked, or are you going to get put down like a rabid dog?"
Sylar
So many unanswered questions. He tilted his head to the side, watching Elle eat. It was like watching the Discovery channel, he thought, amused. "One day you are going to make yourself sick, you know that? It's not normal for someone your size to eat that much let alone that fast," he commented. He lay there and thought. Was he doing the right thing, trusting Trace? He knew staying in someplace as swanky as a casino hotel would be dangerous, cameras and security. He let his insticts decide. "Elle?" He spoke up, frowning, "I think we should leave. She should have been back by now." It had been a good forty-five minutes since she'd left. Plenty of time to get there and get back. "I just don't feel… We're not safe," he finished. He hoped she'd understand his more predator/prey point of view.
Elle
Looks like feeding her was out of the question. She moved the bowl of ice cream from off of his chest, and crawled over to him peering down at him from upside down as he laid on the bed. "I can't help the cravings though, it's hard not to eat." She rubbed her fingers across his chest. "Yeah?" She asked in response to her name. "You sure?" Elle had no qualms about leaving, she knew that Gabriel was right. He was just looking out for her and the baby's best interest and quite honestly so was she. "Okay." She bent down kissing him on the lips a few times, "We can leave." She ran a hand through her hair, "But only if I get to take the rest of this with me." She giggled, giving him a final kiss before sitting up, slipping those heels back on.
Tracy
Tracy stared at the Senator with those eyes bouncing back and forth as she contemplated what exactly she should do. Eyelids bounced into one another, as she blinked, silence becoming the two of them. It was in her best interest to help him. Amnesty as the others were sought after. She needed more information, though. "Are you…just after us, or — " "Of course not. We've already got several in custody. We've got more coming. Question is, Tracy…are you going to be one of them?" She let her lower lip quiver, her concern for her own well-being blatant on her face. I'd hate to betray a fellow diva…but it will keep my life normal. Tracy Strauss looked at him, contemplated his offer. And then? The air within the room got remarkably cooler. She glanced behind him, at the double doors that led into his hotel room. She watched the ice began to form along the door frame, her shift of focus causing him to turn around to examine it as well. "What are you doing?" He asked her, not necessarily nervous. "Making up my mind." "You foolish bitch!" Shouted Senator Franklin, the raising of his voice no doubt catching the attention of the agents on the other side of the door. "You'll never make it out of here alive! If you kill me, you'll never be free!" The ice along the door frame thickened just as the agents tried the knob. It encased both doors, keeping them together, forcing both parties, the politicians, and the agents that served them, to remain separated from one another. "I don't need to kill you." Said Tracy, shifting those sights back over to him as the ice croaked along the wood it covered. "I'm sure someone else will." Tracy placed her hand against his chest, and like with the agent in the van, a jet of water shot forward, sending the Senator off his feet, flying through the air until he slammed into the very door the agents were banging on, attempting to break the ice. Tracy immediately darted through the living room, making her way through his bathroom as the Senator shouted 'KILL THAT BITCH! KILL THAT FUCKING BTICH' while he tried to recover from the water in his lungs. She swung the door to that bathroom closed behind her, glancing around. It would only be a matter of time before the soldiers got in. And she needed to make a quick exit. Which was why she was running the water to his bath tub while pulling that ruffled blouse from her arms, that skirt pulled off of her body, stilettos kicked off. Down to her bra and panties, she reached forward, stepping into the collection of water in the tub. Articles of clothing removed, just as the agents busted through the door, Tracy closed her eyes and focused…and became the very water that splashed about the tub until it disappeared through the drain.
Sylar
He caught her wrist gently, voice equally soft as Sylar propped himself up on an elbow to look at her, "You know I want to, more than anything, I want to sit here and feed you ice cream, do nothing for the rest of the day. I don't want to leave." He looked down at her wrist, rubbing his thumb tenderly over the veins there, admiring the softness of her skin, "But its not safe." He kissed her back, making it linger, eyes closed at the sensation. So much had changed. His life, hers. So different now. He watched her rise to place her heels on. Would he always feel this way? That he could, should be doing better for them? If so, he hated it. He rose as well, kneeling before her, helping her slip on her shoes. Sylar knew it was hard for her to bend over now at four months. He kissed her knee when they'd finished, dark chocolate eyes turned up to look into her sapphires. "I'm sorry," he said simply.
Elle
"No, no… Gabriel…" She bit her bottom lip. "It's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry for." She planted a soft, sweet kiss on his lips, pressing her forehead against his. "Has anything ever been safe for us, Gabriel? Is it so much of a surprise now? I can't blame you for anything that's happened here, it's not your fault and I don't blame you." She gave a sigh and a smile. "We'll… get out of here. Go far away, change our names, and start over. We can be happy with Baby." It sounded quite easy to do, but they both knew it wasn't going to be such an easy road. Elle had a few contacts of her own, contacts that could falsify information for them. Contacts that pretty much didn't like the way things were run at the Company and helped those in need. She'd just have to get in contact with one of them somehow. However, being that she was with Gabriel, people may hold resentment still for him killing so many of those like themselves as well as other agents. She'd have to tread carefully.
Tracy
The Ice Queen found the water supply a satisfactory way to travel, for who would jeopardize the water of the public in order to try and capture her? No one who looked out for the best interest of their country, as Senator Franklin had claimed. When she reformed, it would be within the bathroom of the hotel room that Gabriel and Elle had decided upon. From the tub, water would gather from within, falling from the faucet and filling it up silently. The water would trail upward along the sides of the tub, spilling out onto the floor. From the puddle that would form in the middle of the room, the water would rise, coming up to begin with as just stray droplets, before gathering, forming a shape, taking the physique of an Aqua Goddess. It wasn't until her body could be made out from the form that the water began to solidify, gathering tint, and the nude Ice Bitch reached for the towel against the wall the moment she was capable. She tied it around her body, over those mounds, letting it fall so easily along her legs. Tracy Strauss would emerge from the bathroom, hair soaked, the ponytail no more, wearing nothing but the towel over her. "We need to get out of here." Said she after following the sounds of voices over to the couple. "They know we're here. They're going to be coming for us…probably within the next few seconds."
Sylar
Sylar twitched at her voice. Holy hell, that was a way to travel. He turned to her, standing. His eyebrow rose at her attire, or lack there of, but it was understandable, so he made no mention of it. "Surprised you decided to join us, Trace, yes, we were just leaving ourselves." He took Elle's hand in his own larger one and began to walk them swiftly to the door, flicking it open, they walked out. He stuck his head out first to check for activity, which he saw. He noticed two agents down the hall, one listening to the radio in his ear. With one motion he cut two throats and proceeded to jog the girls down the hallway to the elevator. He slapped at the button. The elevator arrived several seconds (too long) later, they stepped in. "I knew it. Goddamnit! We won't be able to get back out the front door, they'll have that locked down tight," he said, mind furiously thinking of a plan. "They'll expect us to try for the back exit. We'll take the kitchen's exit," he stated.
Elle
Suddenly an Ice Queen appeared from the bathroom a towel wrapped around her wet body. 'Oh a bitch better fucking work…' "They're coming for us!? Well this trip certainly was pointless in every which way…" Good thing Los Angeles and Las Vegas weren't that far away from each other. Tracy would no doubt draw unneeded attention and make them all the more obvious in her lack of attire, but it wasn't like the enemy didn't have them in their sights as is. She held Gabriel's hand as he led Tracy and herself towards the elevators. "Yes, the kitchen exit!" Mostly because that's well… where the food was and she could still use something on the go. Not like they had time to prepare it or anything, but yeah. When those elevator doors opened up they were met with two attack dogs headed their way, barking loudly, teeth menacingly visible. Dogs were usually cute… when they weren't trying to bite her head off. The creatures were easily disposed of via electric shocks. Three men were running right behind them kneeling down with their rifles on their shoulders, darts and tasers being fired.
Tracy
Indeed, a bitch would draw unwanted attention were she to venture out of the hotel with them, something she had already realized the moment she had splashed down the drain in Franklin's tub. She shook her head to a fellow diva's comment about the trip being pointless. "Not pointless. I figured some things out, but there's no time right now. You two get out of here. I'll meet you by the van." And like that, the duo were making their way out of the front door. But a bitch was heading back to the bathroom. Once she arrived, she would run the faucet once more, water splashing into the drain and about the tub, before she hopped inside. The towel would be removed from that most envious body of hers as she closed her eyes and focused. As before, her body de-formed, becoming the water that gathered at her feet, before she joined it in splashing along the marble before pouring down the drain.
Sylar
Dogs? What the hell? Were these agents stupid? Elle took care of them. The agents knelt, preparing their guns, shots were fired. He knew the shots weren't bullets, so he forced them back to their owners, shocking two and tranquilizing one. He tilted his head, similar to Matt Parkman when he was pushing. "Elevator, now!" He told Elle, leading her in there, shoving the dogs out into the hall. The door shut and they began to descend. "…They're on every other floor… They're moving to cover the kitchen… They won't be in position for a while…the casino exit is covered by two hotel security gaurds…They're waiting for us at the elevator on the casino floor," he said, enhanced hearing coming very much in handy. He thought for a moment before continuing, "We'll get off on the third floor, use the stairs, go for the kitchen exit," he turned to look at her, searching her face to make sure she was okay. He squeezed her hand. "I'm still sorry. You deserve so much better than this, what I have to offer. I'll try to do better. For your sake," he said, emphatically.
Elle
"Stairs?" Okay fuck this shit, she was in no condition to be dong all of this tedious work. "Gabriel, I can't exert myself too much!" She pouted, it was getting kind of hard running all over the place, she could do it for a bit, but then she needed her rest soon after. Again he was beating himself up, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Please… Gabriel, not now. You don't have to worry about it, none of this is your fault! Stop beating yourself up over this! It's not like you asked the agents to come bursting through our front door." They made it to the third floor, and rather than go for the stairs an electric vixen had lazier ideas in mind. There was a window at the edge of the hallway, hand outstretched, electrical might shattering it. "Window route, much more unexpected and convenient." With that she climbed out of it, taking the leap. Electromagnetic forces kept her afloat as she descended down, it was a recent aspect of her ability she'd been practicing while Gabriel was doing normal people stuff like working, and she was cooped up in the house all day.
Sylar
"No, its not that-…" he began. But the door opened and they got off on the third floor according to plan, but at the end of the hall, instead of going down the stairs, she turned to the window. "I'll carry y-…." He got that far as she blasted the window. She climbed out onto the ledge and leapt off. He raced back to lean and look out the window, "No! El-le?" he finished as he saw her levitate down to the ground. He'd considered the idea, but had scratched it as useless since the agents had in all likelyhood set up a perimeter. Too late for that now. He did stop to wonder when and where the hell she'd learned/developed that little trick. He smirked at her as she waved up at him. He followed her down, using his TK to 'float' down. "I'll ask later," he told her as he grasped her waist walking casully, but quickly towards the front. He chuckled, they would not be expecting their targets to already be behind them, already loose, the trap sprung unsuccessfully. Maybe he could leave them a parting gift. "I love you," he told her, nuzzling her hair, acting like any other normal couple would in Vegas.
Elle
She stuck her tongue at him and placed a finger on his nose jolting him, "Am I cool or what?" Conceited. Of course, as was every diva of epic proportions, it was the only way to be. The descent down was rather pleasant and quick, now she knew why Peter always had that undeniably gay expression on his face every time he landed. "Yes, later." Their feet landed on the ground and he wrapped his arm around her, Elle leaning against him. "Love you too," she stated sweetly, stiletto heels carrying a bombshell forward as they made their way towards the front in the direction of the van. "Goes to show that Tracy was on our side after all," a force stated rubbing Gabriel's false accusation in. "Still though, just to be safe and limit the amount of people who know, I say we don't tell anyone where we're headed. She came through and all but I don't want her to exactly crack under pressure and give us away one day. Imagine how unexpected that'd be." They now approached the van, Elle heading towards that passenger seat.
Tracy
A bitch had reformed in the bathroom of a nearby clothing store. The curious nature of how she would get from that bathroom, out onto the streets, in nothing but bare flesh would be answered when she discretely walked out of that bathroom, snatched up the first items of clothing she could find, and slid them onto her body before anyone could notice. She wasn't much for theft, but in situations of dire need, she had to look out for herself. So she tucked those tags in, she gathered a more favorable selection, and she ventured to the dressing room. Hair still drenched from the water traveling, she probably looked as though she had just gone swimming — it was warm in Vegas in January, but it wasn't that warm. Tracy used her ice capabilities to do away with sensors and ink tags that were on the items she selected, including those black trousers that took to her legs, and the tube top she wore over those moistened mounds with the cover up jacket on top, black in its shade. Stiletto heels fell across the pavement as she stepped out of the establishment, sporting a small hair tie that she used to tie wet locks of gold behind her head. She would be standing beside the van no sooner than Gabriel and Elle were approaching, those bright blue eyes upon them. The Ice Queen stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a small nod of acknowledgement to the both of them to see they had made it out alive. "They're watching us." She said without wasting any time, pointing over to the street camera at the intersection across from them, to the security camera outside the clothing establishment she had just walked out of. "He said they knew we were coming before we did. I've seen enough of the government betraying the privacy of its citizens to know that they're watching our every move. I can move undetected…but you two…you might want to go somewhere off the grid."
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Sylar
They found Trace, dressed, waiting for them at the van as promised. He nodded back, with considerable more eyebrow raised than hers. "Glad to see you're dressed," he commented dryly. As they approached she informed them that they were being watched. He grimaced, opening the door for Elle with a flick of his wrist, walking around to the driver's side, sliding in easily. "Who is 'he'? One of your check out guests?" He called over his shoulder as he started the van, slapping it into gear, pulling out onto the road. "They may try to stop us either at the edge of town or in the middle of nowhere, they're not exactly being subtle," he informed.
Elle
That number that one Tracy Strauss took privilege to, wasn't as amazing as her former fit, but those shoes ate souls. Gabriel unlocked the door for her and she climbed in, her first form of business pulling down that mirror to check her mug. Hair was in place, no scratches, no marks of any kind, just flawless perfection in the form of gorgeous blue eyes, milky skin, perfect teeth, and facial features that reaped the very spiritual essence of the inferior. "I'm not checking anything, I've had enough of doing stuff for one day, thank you very much." She responded to Gabriel's command. A whole day of shopping: ruined. Oh they definitely had to make up for that. Attention was focused on Tracy, "Yeah… I was thinking that myself back in the hotel, I know a few people, and when I say a few I mean few, who may forge some legal documents for us." A look was given to Gabriel, "As long as someone keeps his anger and hunger in check, hm?" She smiled and lead forward lips meeting his with an electric spark.
Tracy
Tracy looked at the two in her party, stepping around the van to enter through the back. Stiletto heels caused the slippery surface of the back of the van, but she managed to pull herself up without eating the floor in a way only a true diva could in shoes such as those. Upon coming into the back of the van, and closing the door after, she caught sight of the soldier who was shackled, and speechless. Tracy looked at him. Suddenly, she realized why he was looking so pleased when they were venturing into the hotel, and why he looked so shocked to see them return. He knew they were watching us. Tracy was sickened by his presence, and saw fit to slap him square across the face with that hand of hers frosty as could be, leaving behind a layer of ice in the shape of her hand on his cheek. The soldier said nothing (and he couldn't if he wanted to). She brought those eyes onto Gabriel as he got into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. "'He' is Senator Franklin of Nevada, who I went to speak with. And he told me that there's a place…Building 26 he called it. They're capturing people like us and taking them there, and he's already got some in custody." Elle seemed to agree that they needed to stay under the radar. Gabriel was suggesting they weren't being subtle, and may try to take them at the edge of town. She sighed deeply, knowing this was probably true. "This entire organization seems to be government run, but there's no guarantee that the Company is not involved. I'll do a bit of research, charm a few politicians who may not have heard the news yet. This whole ordeal seems to be confidential to the public, despite their public advances on us. We can only hope it stays that way, or else we become Fugitives to the entire country." Tracy patted Gabriel on the shoulder as she made a decision. "Pull over here. I should return to Washington. See what I can't dig up. And I'll need to let Nathan know what the hell is going on."
Sylar
"Fuck!" He exclaimed in anger at the news, "Where one Petrelli goes so do the rest," he sneered by way of explaination, "Of course the Company's involved, Angela's his mother, she'll be involved at all costs." He hadn't been suggesting that the agents weren't being subtle, he was stating it as fact. "And by 'charm' she means…" he suggested to Elle, tilting his head and eyebrow in her direction. He pulled over as she'd asked. "Give us a drip if you hear anything," he said back, popping the door open for her.
Elle
"I still don't see why the Company would plan the explosion if they knew the government was going to be involved. I just don't see all the fuss about keeping things hidden, but I suppose we have to consider it a possibility, though a very slim one. I mean a rhinosaurus face bitch such as Angela Petrelli may be Nathan's mother but… I dunno." She could see how Nathan may have factored into things being a senator. He had influence and more importantly he possessed an ability, a rather lame one, but an ability nonetheless. "By charm she means win them over before the enemy does." Oh poor socially ignorant Gabriel (like she wasn't). He pulled over as another diva requested. "Take care, maybe we should plan to meet some place at a specific time?" It would make transferring information a whole hell of a lot easier. Computers could have their IPs checked and emails hacked into, and phone calls were easily tapped, not unless they planned to communicate via pigeon carrier or tossing a bottled message into the ocean for Tracy to collect.
Tracy
"We should be sure before we jump to conclusions." Said she to Elle and Gabriel, both of whom seemed to consider the Company involved, but Elle was more hesitant on believing it. Tracy found it hard to believe, too, for Elle had made a dire point: why 'save the world' at the expense of exposure and termination? Tracy was already walking to the back of the van and opening the door when the van finally came to a stop, hearing Gabriel's suggestive comments about her 'charm', and Elle quickly coming to her defense. She glanced over her shoulder at Elle, and pursed those lips softly, before nodding her head. "Let's meet in Scottsdale, Arizona, one week from today. Coming from the East, as soon as you pull into the city, there's this really nice coffee shop right off the turnpike. We'll meet there, and I'll let you know what I discover. Be careful, you two." And with that, she hopped out of the van, and closed the door behind her, heading toward the nearest establishment with intents on 'using' their bathroom.
Sylar
"Your vote of confidence at my social skills is very becoming," he said to Elle, indignant. "A week it is," he nodded again to Trace as she stepped out, the door closing. He pressed the gas and the car was turned back onto the road. They drove for a while before Sylar remarked, "If they are waiting for us, we need to change cars, this is far too obvious, if useful," he mused. He pulled into a parking lot that was large and full, far away from the building. He parked the van; turning off the engine, he got out smoothly and went around to the back, flinging the doors open, watching the agent jump. "End of the road," this said casually, as for this man, it really was. "Do the honors?" He inquired of Elle, gesturing to the agent. He knew she liked to kill whenever possible and he tried to limit her innocent killings. This was a golden oppertunity, why not use it? Plus, killing made her horny. If she wasn't already.
Elle
"See ya," Elle said waving as the vixen made her way elsewhere. She let out a sigh and turned to Gabriel. "Give us a drip? Really?" She was speaking on his earlier comment. She chuckled and placed a kiss on his cheek as he drove off. All Elle could do was stare at the number of restaurants they passed frowning. Looks they were off on another whirlwind adventure. Yay… They parked the van into a garage and Elle climbed into the back with the severely beaten hostage only to take a few supplies such as first aid equipment. Gabriel obviously had plans to kill the agent and she smiled. "Naturally!" She piped up excitedly. Pointing one finger at his head, a thin beam of electric domination pierced the middle of his forehead destroying his brain. She giggled, hopping out of the back and hugging him. "That was fun," a kiss was placed on his lips. "Suppose this is an excuse to go ability hunting, huh?" They'd need all the ammunition they could get, and yes, she was most definitely horny.
Sylar
He gave her a 'who me?' look. He loved when she kissed him, no matter the situation. He wactched as Elle efficiently slaughtered the agent, she then proceeded to hug him. Sylar naturally reciprocated. He didn't know what she was complaining about, she lived for the adventure, she'd grow bored in five minutes without it. That's why she stayed with him, her baby daddy. He internally rolled his eyes at the thought. "Yes. It's starting all over again," he intoned. "I would love to get my hands on the bastard who thinks we're dangerous. We are when we're provoked; we're hunted like goddamn animals. I'm the only one who poses a credible threat, but I only hunt and kill specials, why do they care?" He asked, frustrated beyond words at the situation he and Elle would have to try to raise their child in. "So who is this 'contact' you spoke of?" He inquired, head tilted, looking at her, genuinely curious.
Elle
"I have absolutely no idea," she said as they began to walk off far away from the van. The whole government thing was the most random shit ever. How long have they known and why are they choosing just now to begin a preemptive strike? These questions were definitely something they needed to find out, as well as key locations, their base of operations, the people in charge, etc. "Ugh… just some guy I use to know way back when from the Company. He use to falsify documents for agents going undercover. He's somewhere in New Mexico."
Little did they know, there was a blinking red light hidden discretely under the driver's seat. "Arizona…" One commander in the Pentagon said aloud, as he played the recording back that one of his subordinates just obtained for him. "Get a team at Arizona stat! Our targets are on the move!"
