HEROES: THE EYES OF DEATH
PART II: ROBERT, TRAVIS, & RACHEL
Robert Holding, Travis Harrison, and Rachel Walker were three agents at the Company. They each had powers and they each had their own non-powered partners. They wanted to bring down the Company from the inside. Although they believed they had the right amount of information, they had no idea. All they "knew" was that Linderman was the leader of the Company, he was the man they took orders from. They were partially right, he was one of the Company's founders, but there were many others that they didn't even know about, including Adam Monroe.
Robert Holding had the ability of physical persuasion. By touching you, he could make you do anything he wanted you to do.
Travis Harrison had the ability of phasing. He could walk through walks, ceilings, floors, anything and anyone.
Rachel Walker had the ability of enhanced memory. She could remember a newspaper article from years ago, word by word exactly.
The three of them stopped believing the Company's "morals" a long time ago. They were in Linderman's office at Primatech Paper, waiting for him. Linderman was by the prison cells. A man with the "Medusa ability" named Mitchell Dawson had escaped from his cells with the help of Adam Monroe. A guard with the ability of replication had made too many copies of himself that were brutally murdered and left scrambled around, leaving a gigantic mess. Linderman was trying to control the situation and get the mess cleaned up. Thompson had sent two agents to track down Mitchell a long time ago.
"What's taking him so long?" Robert asked impatiently.
"Calm down, I heard something about someone escaping on our way here," Rachel reminds them.
"Escaping? Well that's new," Robert remarks sarcastically.
There is a brief silence.
"That guy escaped a long time ago. Either the mess outside is huge, or he's lollygagging," Robert says impatiently.
"So what exactly is the plan?" Travis asks.
"There is no plan," Robert replies, "Improvisation is the key here."
Rachel rolls her eyes.
"When he gets in here, I'll pull out my gun, and you'll put your fist through his stomach," Rachel explains, "So we get his attention. While your keeping him there, Robert will persuade him to come in and shut up, locking his door on the way in. Then I'll shoot him in the head. Easy?"
Travis nods, Robert grins.
"I get to do the fun part," Robert boasts.
Once again, Rachel rolls her eyes. She pulls out her gun and loads it, pointing it at the door.
Suddenly, Linderman enters his office. Travis quickly places his hand through Linderman's stomach. Daniel is genuinely surprised. Robert places his hand on his shoulder.
"You're going to lock your door on your way in and you're gonna sit down and shut up."
Travis pulls his hand out and Linderman follows the orders without any control. After sitting down and shutting up, Rachel points her gun at his head.
10 MINUTES AGO
Noah Bennet and Claude Rains, two very skilled agents, have just returned from finding Mitchell's body. Thompson congratulates them.
"Good work," he congratulates, "I applaud how fast that went, but did you really have to kill him?"
"Just following orders," Noah modestly replies.
Thompson leans over toward them.
"Listen," he quietly explains, "We got another situation that needs to be handled immediately. I have just been informed that three of our own agents may try to kill one of the higher-ups like me. I need you guys to make sure nothing happens while this whole Mitchell mess is being cleaned up by the cells. You got that?"
They both nod.
"Good, now I need to go into one of the offices. You two need to come with me and make sure nothing happens."
They both nod and look at each other, slightly confused.
"If you see anything suspicious, tell me."
"You want us to be your bodyguards?" Claude asks sarcastically.
"Not really, no. I'm going to pick up something very important, I don't want to be shot down as soon as I get in there," Thompson replies.
"So you want us to be your body armor or something?" Claude asks sarcastically, "Cause I'm more like camouflage."
"Knock it off and follow me," Thompson orders.
They walk over to Linderman's office.
"What are you trying to do?" Noah whispers to Claude.
"Come on, doesn't it sound ridiculous to you too?" Claude whispers back.
They get to the office and enter. Thompson doesn't see Linderman inside and grabs the files he was looking for on the desk. Suddenly, they hear someone coming to the door. Claude grabs Noah and Thompson and turns invisible. Robert, Travis, and Rachel quietly enters the room. The other three quietly steps back, still invisible.
"Okay, we're here, where is he?" Robert asks.
"Be quiet, and close the door!" Rachel demands, "He'll be here."
Noah, Claude, and Thompson watches them, still invisible. Noah prepares to pull out his gun, but Thompson stops him and makes a motion to wait.
After a while, they hear the plan. Linderman comes in and is attacked by them. Robert persuades him, Travis puts his hand through his stomach, everything is going according to plan. Thompson signals Noah and Claude to pull their guns out. Noah's pointing his gun at Robert, Claude is pointing his at Travis, and Thompson has his sights on Rachel.
Rachel points her gun at Linderman's head. A split second before she shoots, three shots fly through the three agents' heads. Noah, Claude, and Thompson suddenly become visible as they fall to the ground. Linderman grins in appreciation.
"Good work," Linderman congratulates, "I'm going to have to remember you two."
Noah and Claude look at each other.
"Don't worry, everything's under control now," Thompson assures.
"Good, good," Linderman says as he looks at the files in Thompson's hand.
There is a brief awkward silence.
"Noah, Claude, leave," Thompson bluntly orders.
A confused Noah and Claude leave. Noah smiles with a sense of accomplishment, Claude merely looks upset.
"What's wrong?" Noah asks.
"Nothing," Claude responds, "Just a little tired."
Claude just killed four people with abilities like him. Three of which were people he knew, three of his own men. The idea that he just murdered them sickened him, as if it never really affected him before.