The Save the Cheerleader, Save the World Job
HRG, Sylar, Micah, Jessica/Nikki, Elle, Leverage!fusion. PG-13.
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Step one, keep calm.
Step two, assemble a team of the best crooks and thieves you know.
Step three, convince them to follow your plan.
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Noah Bennet has this under control.
He pours two fingers of scotch and reflects that steps one and two will be easy. Step three he's pretty sure he can pull off even if he has to use a bit of persuasion. He can be persuasive, if the situation calls for it, and his former employer kidnapping his own daughter is definitely one of those situations calling for a great deal of persuasion, and perhaps an extreme bit of morally greyness too. Whatever gets the job done.
He looks at the team gathered around his table in Costa Verde. Most of them he's helped put behind a Level 5 cell door at one time or another, so he's not surprised at how warily they watch him, like any moment a company agent is going to jump out of the shadows of his living room and taze them.
Jessica Sanders (power: super-strength), one of the best hitters in the business. Nearly six feet of perfectly manicured, platinum blonde ferociousness wrapped up in a perfectly trained assassin's package (and he should know, he did hand-pick and train her himself).
Micah Sanders (power: technopathy), son of Nikki Sanders and hacker extraordinaire. So young and already head of a resistance group who has occasionally had not so different aims than the crew in front of him, extraction of well-known specials from detention facilities and secret organizations.
Elle Bishop (power: electrokinesis), sociopath, safecracker, expert in security systems and home invasion. Her turn against her father was somewhat surprising, but not entirely. Clearly a sociopath with no moral code to adhere to, he figured she'd defect if enough was in the bargain. (He won't mention what else, but he's seen the way her cornflower blue eye's linger on him a little too long and knows how to play that card against her just right with the briefest brush of his hand on her shoulder here, on the small of her back there.)
And then there is Sylar (original power: intuitive aptitude, current list of powers: exact amount unknown), holding a cup of tea, wearing his daughter's face and smirking in the doorway.
"So you all know why you are here," he begins, trying to keep composure and not be rattled by Sylar's petty antics. "Here's the prize if you complete the retrieval mission properly."
Noah holds the only copy of their extensive case files in his hand, a better reward than any payoff ever could be, the promise of perfect anonymity and chance to return to a normal life of not being hunted if they so choose.
"I know you all want my blood, and some of you," he gives a pointed look to Sylar and Elle, "want each other's, but I'm sure you want company blood even more to put aside our differences. And I want to make it very clear once she is out of there and safe, you can do whatever you want to them. I want to make them pay for taking my Claire the best way I know how, so what we are going to do is-"
"Go steal us a company?" Sylar offers innocently, and yeah, that was pretty much what he was going to say they go do.
He doesn't care if this ends up being an eventual partnership for the greater good, or that this is going to make them all tons of money once it's done and take the well-respected Petrelli name down in flames, all he cares about is that he is going to get his daughter back from the company, and he's going to make sure they pay for it in every single way he knows how.
