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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The alarm clock blared as Sylar rolled to the left side of his bed, preparing to fling the clock across the room. Telekinetically, he lifted the clock off the nightstand but before he sent it flying through the air, he thought about the thousands of times he had mutilated this machine and then simply repaired it. Today, it just didn't seem like an appropriate way to start his morning. After all, he was trying to control his emotions. He sighed and brought the clock back to its original resting place on the nightstand.
As he rolled out of bed and started his morning routine, he began to contemplate the decisions he had made that lead up to this very day. "Am I making the right decision?" Sylar asked his reflection as he ran the blade across his face. Sadly, he did not have an answer.
Killing had always been his way out, his release. Two years he would have never allowed himself to be put in this situation, let alone on his own accord. Hatred for The Company had all but consumed him for a good portion of his life and now he was walking right into their hands…as an agent.
Sylar figured he must be going insane as he locked the door to his apartment and headed down to the company car waiting for him behind the building.
He slid into the backseat of the black Suburban taking care as not to hit his head on the ceiling of the car. Gabriel had a knack for injuries, something Sylar had tried to fix without success.
The woman in the passenger seat shifted her body so that she could observe the man who had just entered the car.
Sylar looked her over and deduced that she was probably in her late twenties with no family, judging by the empty look in her eyes. She was not entirely hideous save for the mole under her left eye. Her dirty blonde hair was cut short; not passing her chin, constantly dropping in front of her eyes as it gently swirled in the wind of the open window.
She simply shot him a disquieting glance, snorting as her frail arms crossed over her chest. How could someone so fragile be so headstrong? I hope to GOD she is not my partner. Sylar thought as he slightly adjusted his position trying not to appear troubled.
The driver glanced in the rear view mirror as he made a tight left turn. "Mr. Ramsey is looking forward to meeting you, Mr.-"
"Gray." Sylar murmured.
The driver acknowledged his statement with a nod before returning his concentration to the road.
After what felt like hours, the black SUV pulled up to a large warehouse, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
Sylar opened his eyes as he felt the vehicle come to a startling halt.
"I thought we were going to the company headquarters." Sylar stated, utterly confused about his current situation.
The driver looked back in his mirror at Sylar, once again. "Mr. Ramsey has bigger plans for you." he said rather dryly.
"Is that so?" Sylar asked under his breath, giving the driver an annoyed look in the process.
At that moment, the blonde passenger opened her door and stepped out into the dry Arizona air. As she shut the door behind her, she knocked on the window nearest Sylar's seat, directing him to follow her. He got out of the SUV and followed the blonde until they reached a giant set of doors. As she slid her pass key into the security device, Sylar experienced his first wave of nerves. He was beginning to regret his decision to aid the company. What if they turned him into their very own lab rat? What if they probed his brain until it fell out of his skull? He was sure even he couldn't survive a thing like that.
The security device that sealed the extremely large doors beeped for the fourth time as the blonde woman completed the final identification steps. Suddenly the large doors began to slide to the left and right revealing, what appeared to be, a garage. The entire right half of the establishment was filled with cars, of all types. Each perfectly aligned with the other facing the center of the warehouse. Form Alfa Romeo's to simple Ford trucks, virtually every brand was represented. To the left of the entrance was a machine shop, obviously used to keep the cars in pristine order, inside and out.
As Sylar followed the blonde down the center "walkway" of the warehouse, he couldn't help but glance at the various cars. He practically fell over when his eyes met the Aston Martin Vanquish S. Ever since he was a freshman in college, he had dreamed of one day buying his own Aston Martin. He let his eyes take in the beauty of this sleek, fine-tuned driving machine as he sighed. That dream was part of another life, one he left behind years ago.
Sylar snapped back into reality to discover the blonde was nowhere in sight. Genuinely glad to be rid of her, he continued to wonder down the line of cars until he reached an empty space. The car that usually sat between the yellow Lamborghini Gallardo and the bright blue Corvette ZR1 was absent. Sylar couldn't help but wonder what marvel of a machine belonged there.
"Mr. Gray what a pleasure it is to finally meet you in person."
Sylar looked up to see an elderly man, probably in his late seventies, walking up to him from the back of the warehouse.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I have not properly introduced myself, my name is Claude Ramsey." the man said, extending his hand toward Sylar.
"Gray, Gabriel Gray." Sylar stated, shaking the man's hand gently, in fear of breaking his frail bones.
Ramsey looked deep into Sylar's eyes. "I know all about you Gabriel. I have great faith in you and your abilities. I am very glad you decided to help us."
"Not to seem exceedingly nosey Sr." Sylar started feeling more awkward as time went on, "but why am I here exactly?"
Ramsey shot him an understanding look. "That is an excellent question Gabriel. I believe your answer should be arriving within thirty seconds."
Just as Ramsey finished his sentence, the roar of a car engine became audible in the distance. As the sound became more prominent, a black Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano shot onto the scene, speeding into the warehouse and screeching to a halt in front of the two men. It was so close, Sylar was sure that if he extended his arm, he could easily make contact with the passenger door of the beautiful machine.
That must be the car that was missing. Sylar thought to himself. Apparently this car contains my answer.