Okay, I know this is really short, but I had a writer's block with this one. I do not own Heroes or any of it's characters. I do not own Sylar, but Bryan and Mackenzie are mine.

Please R&R, it's good for the sefl-esteem ;)

Bryan and Mackenzie
Prima Tech Paper Factory

"I can't believe it!" Bryan muttered as he walked down the hall.

Mackenzie caught up to him. "Can't believe what?" She asked.

Bryan shook his head. "I have worked SO much harder than Brendan. And what does he get? He gets my assignment. What do I get? I get to play babysitter."

"Babysitter?" Mackenzie asked as she snatched the file from his hand. "I wouldn't call it that." She flipped it open and scanned over a few pages. "All we are doing is making sure Sylar doesn't kill the people in this file." She said as she closed it. "That means, they don't trust Brendan to get Sylar. So, when he fails, we step in and save the day." She told him.

Bryan sighed irritably, but didn't say anymore as he opened the front door. Mackenzie knew he was too stubborn to admit she was right. "C'mon. I bet when we sack Sylar after Brendan failed, you'll get that promotion you have been wanting." She told him. She followed him outside and to a small black car, where she took the passenger's seat. She sighed as Bryan started the car. "What now?" She asked him.

"Now," He said as he drove out of the parking lot, "We do our job."

"Well, there's about fifteen potential people Sylar is going to go after next." She told him, opening the file on her lap. "All of them are in this file. Now, if Sylar kills someone that wasn't assigned to us, it's not our fault, it's Brendan's'." She informed Bryan.

"So, we are supposed to spy on these people and make sure Sylar isn't near them?" Bryan asked.

"Yes." She answered. She flipped through the profiles. "Hey, guess what!" She told him.

"What?" He asked.

"This little seven year old girl can touch something or someone and automatically know everything about them." Mackenzie said.

"So…?" Bryan asked, glancing at Mackenzie.

"So, that's pretty cool." Mackenzie told him. She watched as Bryan sighed, annoyed. "She also has a twin brother who can read AND send thoughts."

"Who's the parents?" Bryan asked her.

"No known father." Mackenzie said, reading the little girl's profile. "And her mother doesn't have any known abilities." She explained. "Get this, the mother, Alexandra Collins, roommates with a woman named Abigail Graham, who can manipulate time. And Graham works with a man who has an ability." She said. "That's pretty interesting."

"I guess." Bryan answered.

Mackenzie sighed to herself.