"What are we supposed to do now?" Ando asked his fellow Japanese friend as they drove down the highway.
"We must put an end to this operation! We must save the day! It is my destiny!" Hiro responded to Ando as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Come on, get real! We're only two guys, and you're to sick to even use your power!" Ando retorted with skepticism.
Hiro suddenly stepped on the brakes of the Honda Prius, bringing the car to a sudden jolt. He puffed his lips, reset his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and faced Ando. "I'm fine, I'm not sick. And even if I were, we can still-"
Hiro was interrupted by his cellphone going off. The two men looked at one another with wonder. Hiro reached into his pocket and took out his LG Lotus. RING, RING, RING.
"Don't pick it up. You don't know who it is. It's probably the government tracking us!" Ando warned Hiro in Japanese.
Hiro, followed his hunch, and put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hello? Hiro. This is Peter Petrelli"