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After Kirby Plaza, after that last fight and the chaos that had taken over, she couldn't deny it any more. Parkman wasn't uncannily intuitive, Petrelli wasn't an emotional head-case and Primatech wasn't just a paper company. Events had been unfolding right under her nose, and her partner was caught up in them.

She had been by the hospital a couple of times, seen him and Suresh and some cute little girl acting like an obscenely PC Hallmark card, and she definitely hadn't seen his wife, not in two weeks. Parkman had picked up a family, a new life here on the East coast, and she was sure she'd soon hear about his transfer. So her partner was gone, she'd lost her connection, and no matter what anyone told her, Sylar had left no body and he was still her case.

Well, if this was a special little club that only let in special little people, she would just have to become one.

So she centred, and concentrated, and searched through all her pain and misery and worthless thoughts that she'd pushed away since she last looked through herself. She hadn't wanted this, had hoped that after her training it would be over, believed she would never even try unless they asked, but her body rippled like water, and she could see the paisley carpet beneath her open palm, and she felt right. There was pleasure, and triumph, and the feeling you rarely got, like you were finally actually comfortable in your own skin.

Audrey grinned where no one could see her, twirled girlishly, safe in her obscurity, and finally laughed when she picked up her gun and saw that vanish too. The academy had taught Marcie Ross many things, and that stuck up little blonde wouldn't have been able to beat her now.

She'd been up against a Slayer, so just let Sylar come and try it.