| Appearences by: | Elle, HRG, The Haitian |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | 9 |
| Date: | November 10, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Elle
::After she and Gabriel had their reconciliation that day, Elle knew that it was finally time to put their plans into action. First thing was first however, she needed to make sure her father was safe, and she needed to get answers on something. This brought her over to the Primatech Research Facility in Hartsdale, New York. Because of the fact that Ripper was all too aware of this building, she made sure as to relocate her father elsewhere safer, there was no way in hell she could risk him getting in any danger. She had a plan for their mummy looking friend and she needed a certain someone in order for it to work. Sprint flip phone was pulled out of her purse as she sat in her father's office, spinning around in his chair to face the window, peering outside. She needed to call the Haitian, without him her plan had no chance of working but there were other things she needed to ask of him. Dialing the number she'd wait for the dial tone, praying that he picked up. For someone who wasn't big on words, why did the Company feel the need to give him a phone in the first place? No matter as long as he knew he was needed now. "Yeah, hi, can you get down to the Company if you're not already here, I'm in my father's office." That would be said had he picked up, if not she'd text the same thing to him.::
The Haitian
Well you could say one thing about him, everyone knew he was not a big talker and his hand reached the blazer made of cotton and picked up the phone, he heard Elle's voice and well made a face. He spoke because he had no other way and he hated texts. "Yes." With a sharp tone his word was heard, then he hung up. Walking down the hall to the office his white shirt with some graphics and his jeans with his slide on skater style shoes and a brown leather belt completing his garb. His strong hand opened the door and he opened it, he began immediately to inhibit her powers because she was a psychopath in his eyes. He spoke with those brown eyes of his, saying -You called.- with those body expressions and langauge, he was annoyed as his hand stayed close to his gun just incase.
Elle
::Closing the phone she sat it down on the desk, conjuring a ball of electricity between her palms, listening as the energy crackled, giving the once quiet room some sound. The door knob twisted and the ball in her hands began to dim until she was giving off barely visible sparks. The Haitian knew better it seemed, though had she been trying to kill him she could've done so by now. Elle was the perfect picture of sunshine today, blonde hair was comes straight down and she wore a blue and white sun dress with a black sweater over top. "Hi! Glad you could make it," she greeted cheerfully. She straightened her position those black heels clacking against the floor as she did so. "I'm sure you're wondering why I called you in here. Just so happens that a few weeks ago I got a couple of memories back. I know that Noah had you erase my memories of Gabriel, and I have to say that I'm none to pleased." She folded her arms with a smirk on her face, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
The Haitian
He was bigger than this, he looked at her and didn't want any part in this prattling. Noah told him to do something, he trust Noah and that was that, after all Noah was his superior and although he had power he would never do anything unless provoked. As he turned his back faced her and he closed the door. The last she would see of him was the glare from the overhead lighting from his bald head. He made a face like -WTF is that crazy on- and kept walkingRachel Ray had some cooking show about his home country and he was interested or there may be a few pages in a novel, either way he was not going down the road of explaining himself to her, of all people. Bob may be her father but his orders came from Noah, not Elle.<
Elle
::As he turned and left her mouth was agape with shock. Did he really just walk out on her? He really had some nerve. It was time to get down to business. Heels clacked as she made her way to the door, a gun being pulled out of her purse and pointed towards his head. Who said you need powers to take him out. "That's not very nice. I just wanted to have a little friendly debate and you had to go and piss me off." She may not have used guns regularly but she still had 16 years of Company training under her belt, he'd be foolish to think her incompetent. "Stop where the fuck you are, get your ass in that office and sit your ass down in that chair." Elle was more than prepared to break any idea of what he thought a psychopath was, she'd more than show him crazy. This man had to be fucking with her memories her entire life, and in fact she knew that to be a fact. She was never one for sympathy, but his deathwas one she'd be quick to partake in and enjoy every moment of, hell she'd kill him now if she hadn't needed him.::
The Haitian
"You shoot me and you will never know, make the shot good." He turned to her and made no expression, his eyes looked to her and he made contact with her eyes at that very moment. Her sixteen years pailed at what he has learned. If you knew Noah as he did, one could say he had more than enough training to handle a girl who was indeed powerless. Walking closer to her he made no expression, just eye contact. He was not really the type to mess with, especially that girl. Elle' was on the bottom of his nice list and first on his shit list. Besides Angela Petrelli, also a good friend was waiting on him for lunch to discuss a venture with her in dealing with another evolved human. His brown eyes looked into the girls sadistic orbs and he was now just a little more than his reach away. "You want answers I cannot give, girl."
Elle
"Hmm… you have a point. I may never know, but there are others out there with the information I seek. I just thought I'd seek the source of all my problems rather than trail the yellow brick road looking for people who are more trouble to look for than they're worth." The Haitian may have had life experience, but Elle was a trained killer through and through and was one of if not the best at it. While everyone went home to their families, hanging with frends, traveling and other bullshit, she's been busy honing her craft. There was also another flaw in his logic, sure Noah was better trained than her everyone knew that he was Agent of the Year after all, but the Haitian was no Noah. The foreign man wasn't a killer, he had a conscience, Elle was the exact opposite. As he walked up to her, she quickly shifted that gun and shot him right above the knee purposely avoiding blowing off his kneecap. Standing would and should be hard at first but he'd get over it. "Oh I don't believe that one bit. Here's the thing. You have to know what to take away in order to do it right? So obviously you must know something."
The Haitian
Well thank god for speaker phone, little thing about technology and stuff. Noah was on the other end and was listening to this. He called Noah when he turned his back to her. Making an inaudible groan, he felt the bullet go through his jeans and then his tender flesh. His eyes flashed with rage as he reached for his gun. "I did what I was told, figured you would have been better off without the memory of Sylar." He looked at her and reached for the wall, his focus was astounding as he maintained his inhibiting of her power, but that damned gun. His hand switched from his gun to his leg. Noah would no doubt be on his way and well Angela, a good friend would know about this too.
Elle
::If the Haitian was stupid enough to go for his gun while she still had hers pointed at him, and obviously wasn't hesitant to shoot then something was daftly wrong. One false move and that'd be his hand. As far Noah, sure the man hasn't been her biggest fan as of late, and he'd no doubt be disappointed in her. However, he watched her grew up, and watched everything that happened to her. If anyone understood why she was doing this it would be him. Elle may not have been capable of killing Glasses but that went both ways, the most he'd ever do is maybe injure her, and pain was something she could handle. Angela wasn't running shit so the woman wasn't even a concern and even if she was Elle held nothing but hate for her so killing her wouldn't be an issue. Essentially everything was all sunshines and roses for Elle at this point. Her father didn't have nearly as much influence over her anymore, she'd been stopped living within these walls and following him blindly. The Haitian definitely had a lot of catching up to do. His comment made her jaw tighten, she figured that with the newly created wound in his leg his focus on containing her powers wasn't 100%. "That's the thing! He wasn't Sylar then! And you took it all away!" She was almost tempted to shoot him again but refrained. "You knew everything that my father let happen to me!" She was speaking on the testing now. If he hadn't taken away her memories she wouldn't have been such a blind puppet all these years. She dared anyone to cause any harm to her, not only would she kill them, but Gabriel would definitely come storming in to eradicate this entire facility, only the foolish thought of fucking with her before, now you just had to be plain retarded.::
The Haitian
"Thats all I was told, girl." He winced at her and looked away, a tear fell down his cheek as he tried to maintain enough focus to hold her. She would have a hard time accessing her powers as they were now inhibited about 60%, however psychopathic bitches with guns needed to be taken and put in maximum security cells. Now he began to stand on his good leg while holding the wound. His hands sullied with his own blood and how he managed this feet he didn't know. He lunged at her hoping to use his free hand to knock her unconcious, so he could gather himself and tend to the wound. Perhaps Claire would help with some blood as it was speculated that it could heal any wound and resurrect the dead. Hoping this works he would tie the bitch up and give her the answers she wished.
Elle
"This girl has a name, I suggest you use it." She snapped, feeling the electricity released from it's comfounds just a little. She took mental note of this. Why he lunged for her was really behind her, he was injured and she was at 100%. Trained skills came in handy as she dodged the hand and maneuvered behind him. Another gun shot was fired this time in his right arm. "Look. I really didnt' come here to feel you with pretty, little, bloody holes." She giggled thinking of all the surreal amount of torture she could put him through. Maybe she would after all this was said and done with. "I was just asking and I guess when you walked off something just… came over me." She laughed a little. "You don't know. Fine. Whatever. I actually needed your help to keep my father safe." With the gun still trained on him, she through out a file which she'd compiled on Ripper from her own knowledge with a picture attached thanks to security cameras picking up on him. "Here's the deal. This guy is as dangerous as he is grotesque, and that means fun all around. However, he wants to hurt Daddy and I just can't let that happen. So I need you tokeep his healing mojo under wraps," she giggled. "Under wraps, cause you know, he's all wrapped up and stuff. Anyways, yeah."
The Haitian
You think she could have asked in a nicer way, he looked at her and shook his head. It was not a yes or a no, after the second shot he fell to the floor as pool of blood formed and he passed out. Now you can say Elle' would have fun if she wanted to. Noah came around the corner and fired a well placed few shots between The Haitian and Elle'.
Elle
::Those precise shots could have indicated none other than Glasses here to spoil all of her fun. Elle didn't even bother to acknowledge him for the most part. "I guess Daddy number two doesn't want me to have any fun," she said with a mock pout. "Don't worry I'm not going to kill him, if that was the case he wouldn't be breathing right now." Noah knew everything that was going on. He knew of Ripper's break in, there was no doubt her father informed him on the threat against his life, he knew about her past, and he knew why Elle did what she did to the Haitian. To further prove that she wasn't actually trying to hurt him, she put the gun away. Seems that sanity had to return to the picture for the time being. "If you want to be useful Noah, you could at least go get a vial of Adam's blood. Thanks."
HRG
::Noah just stared at Elle, putting his gun away shaking his head in disappointment. There just seemed to be no getting through to her at times, "I'll be right back. Don't move." He jogged down the hallway heading to the elevator to go to Level 3 to pay Adam Monroe a visit.
Elle
As he went to go play the role of Hero, Elle just sighed and leaned up against the wall. All of this was really getting in the way. The only thing the Haitian had to do was listen to her so she could get down to business. For some reason though he hated her when she hadn't done anything to him in the past, at least now he had a reason. If it wasn't for his fear of her he would never had nullifed her powers to begin with. "God, could he take any longer?" She said to herself, looking over at the Haitian's downed body. He went out way to quickly. Guess he wasn't that tough after all.
Noah
It would be fifteen minutes later before those stainless steel elevator doors opened up. Noah would go over to the Haitian's body with syringe in hand and inject it into the man's arm, the blood of Adam Monroe entering his own blood stream. He should be okay in a few second. "Now Elle, I know you're upset about being manipulated but that wasn't the way to go about it."##
Elle
"Yeah, yeah whatever. I just want to know if he's in or out."
The Haitian
As the blood of the immortal came into his system he jerked, those wound healed shut and his brown eyes opened. They spoke volumes of anger and hatred. For it was not fear that motivated him, it was reason. To nullify her was the best he could do. He looked at Noah and looked at Elle'. "I will not help you." He spoke with a calmness, not inhibiting her was taking all his strength of will. Sitting up and looking at her. "Your father deserves what is coming for his sins and you deserve much worse, girl." He grabbed his jacket neatly folded over a chair and didn't look back, thank god for TiVO. That recorded Rachel Ray. Looking to the doors he pushed through them and let a deep sigh out as he walked through them.
Elle
::So it would appear that, that was one plan down the tube. She was about to pull that gun out of her purse again.
HRG
Noah placed his hand on her arm shaking his head telling her not to.
Elle
"Fine!" All of that work for nothing. Elle wasn't one to believe in sins and all that jazz that was more so Gabriel, but if anyone deserved to die here it was definitely the Haitian, apparently he forgot how many lives he's ruined and most importantly hers. He was let off the hook for now, but she'd better not see him again and this time blood wouldn't be enough to save him.::
The Haitian
Blah, you wonder why he is a man of little words. His actions spoke Encyclopedias of information. He would take care of the freak himself, as the file was gone and in his hand. Still sore as regeneration was aggressive he walked slowly into his office, where he opened the file up and began looking at it. Elle' better sleep with one eye open if she was smart, he would kill if there was a need. Looking down he made a face and pulled out a granola bar as healing like that was a bitch on an empty stomach. His left hand felt where his right arm was shot.
Elle
::A good Company Girl always slept with one eye open regardless, but it certainly wouldn't be for fear of the Haitian. There would be bullets up his ass, and a missing skullcap for him if he were to think of trying anything. He'll get over it eventually, it was alright to want to kill her many people did, it was rather or not he was going to act out on it that would be the deal breaker for him. "Well Glasses, I'm going back in my father's office find out any more information I can on this guy, I'll see you later." With that she turned on her heel, blonde hair flowing behind her as she walked through that doorway once more, making her way over to that mahagony desk where she scrolled and clicked away on that computer. The Company had him before right? There had to be some data on him, maybe not in paper form but digital.::
The Haitian
The computer in the Haitians office went to expedia and he got a ticket. This set off a message as Bob's office held many of the computers tied into his and he knew who looked at what. The Haitian booked a ticket and hotel stay with company card, even a rental of a nice car. He continued and gathered up his things and the file along with a laptop. The Haitian knew Bob monitored them all, who wouldn't. His fixation with control was never just on Elle' although a well placed rufy, stream of sedatives would be a good addition to her diet, but that was neither here nor there. As he walked out he ignored the poeple who walked by and got in his car and drove off.
Elle
::And with Bob having access to basically everything Company related, that meant Elle did too, though he wasn't too fond on that little fact. She was always using other people's passwords to find out the information that she wanted or needed to know, especially if said information was being witheld from her. Her main concern wasn't on the Haitian however, she needed to do something for Gabriel. He needed a list of those with abilities, and what better place to get said list from than the Company. There were names, and addresses and in some cases even what the ability itself was. Quite frankly, Elle got tired of him nicking the lame ones so she compiled a list of all the ones that the Company may be interested in, in order of significance. No lame melting here. The list was printing and she quickly snatched up the papers once it'd finished. No one would think of monitoring her father's computer, and it was unlikely, no, not likely at all that anyone had that kind of clearence so it was the perfect cover up. Gabriel was going to be so happy.::
