Ch 4.
Primatech research, Hartsdale, New York-
Noah Bennet sat in his office on the fifth floor of the primatech building. His day had felt long and empty, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. He adjusted his glasses and leaned closer to the file he had on his desk. He studied the face inside the manilla folder closely, trying to read what could be behind their eyes; suddenly a static voice sounded from his walkie talkie.
"Mr. Bennet, this is red leader Sanchez." the voice said, an evident smile in his voice.
"Mr. Sanchez, is there a problem?" Noah asked in a collected tone.
"No sir, not really. You'll never believe who I just bagged. I think you'll be quite happy to hear it sir." agent Sanchez replied. Bennet's heart dropped for a moment. He slowly questioned Sanchez, as if he were afraid that had he asked to suredly he would only be disappointed,
"Sylar was there?"
The agent paused, leaving Noah in suspense,
"Yes sir." Bennet released his breath; he hadn't realised he had been holding it. He felt as though an anchor had been lifted off his chest.
Noah had lost everything in the past year. His wife, his son, his daughter, and even his allies; and he blamed it all on Sylar. Noah's life had crumbled after Sylar shapeshifted into his wife, Sandra, and ruined his marriage. He then lost his son with Sandra, and soon lost the respect of his daughter. He had nothing left. Even Lauren left after he became the head of the company. All of this time, and Noah's hatred for Sylar festered inside of him,
"Congratulations Mr. Sanchez, you've
just captured the number one criminal
on our most wanted list." Bennet smiled absent mindedly. He felt his ears heat up as he could taste the revenge in his heart,
"Thank you sir. I'll have the captives to headquarters right away sir." Agent Sanchez turned off the walkie talkie, leaving Bennett in a much different atmosphere of silence. The silence didn't last long, however. Noah's phone rang loudly on his desk, startling him out of his dazed state. It was Angela Petrelli, the other big primatech boss,
"Angela, what can I do for you." Noah stood leaning up against his desk, listening to Angela's concerned voice, "What do you mean he escaped? How is that possible? "He waited for her reply, "we could send her, but she's a little bit of a loose cannon. She's not one for following directions." Bennet winced at her voices sharpness, "yes she does get the job done. Fine we'll send her out. Oh wait Angela don't hang up! I've got some good news." Noah switched the phone to the other side of his face. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, "we got him. The troupe that infiltrated that Native American camp, they bagged Sylar." Bennet laughed quietly to himself. Angela did not speak for what seemed like a long time. After her shocked response they disconnected. Noah immediately dialed another number; his fingers moved with a quick energetic spurt of speed,
"Hello, Mohinder, it's Noah Bennet. I need to ask a favor of you. I have a body here I'll need you to take a look at."
15000 feet, Somewhere over Iowa-
Claire's eyes opened, her mind awakened by a sudden dropping sensation. Although she defiantly knew her eyes were not shut, she saw nothing but darkness. Despite her blindness, she sensed that she was not alone. She estimated at least seven or more people surrounded her. Claire instinctively looked around, even though it did her no good. Her head ached violently, and the darkness dizzied her body. For a moment or two, she couldn't remember where she was; she couldn't even remember the events that lead up to this point.
Claire continued to feel the space around her, trying to gain some sort of ground, when she got a strong intuitive feeling that someone was looking at her. It was an unexplainable intensity, but she knew that she had made invisible eye contact with someone. Claire inched forward, towards the mysterious space. The closer she got the more sure she was that someone was there. She slid her hands in front of her until she made contact with something. Her hand lurched backward,
"Claire?" Claire jumped at the sound of her name. That voice was one she knew all too well, and she recognized it instantly, regardless of the raspy quality it possessed at the moment. Memories flooded back to her mind of exactly what had happened. She frantically moved away from him, running into a few other bodies on the floor. Claire breathed heavily, panic taking over,
"Oh god…. Oh god…" She repeated quietly to herself, "This can't be happening right now." Claire frantically tried thinking of ways to handle the situation. As much as she didn't want to realize it, she knew Sylar was their only chance of escape, "Sylar, you've got to do something, or we'll all be in a lot of trouble." There was silence for a few seconds,
"I can't, something is blocking my abilities." He replied, his tone a little frustrated,
"Rene?"
"Who?"
"The hatian…"
"Oh. I don't think so; he couldn't block all of these people's abilities at once." He moaned quietly, messaging the bridge of his nose," Maybe it's the carrier? I don't know, I can't think with this head ache right now."
Claire sighed, "Yeah, same here. I just wish I could fix this. If only Hiro was here, he could go back to that day at the carnival, and stop me from being so selfish."
"Claire, don't be so hard on-"
"Don't!" Claire gritted her teeth. The space went silent. She took a deep breath, calming herself, "please, don't talk to me right now. I need to be alone."
Stewart Point reservation woods, California-
Peter breathed heavily leaning up against a tree. He stood stalk still, with his back tightly pressed against the bark; he listened quietly for any movement. The coastal wind was bone chilling, and the night sky darkened the atmosphere. Peter shivered, and tried to stop his loud breathing. There was a sudden snap of wood behind the tree where he hid. Peter slowly looked from behind the wooden surface. He breathed with relief when he saw Emma looking around nervously. Peter looked around cautiously before picking up a small rock and tossing it near her. Emma noticed the movement, and jumped slightly. She looked around with wide eyes; finally spotting Peter, she crept towards him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She looked up at him with a nervously furrowed brow,
"How did they find us?" She signed.
He signed back," I don't know. Are you okay?"
Emma nodded, "What do we do now?"
"we wait. Have you seen anyone else?"
She shook her head, "Not since I got into the woods. Have you?"
Peter clenched his jaw looking around their surroundings, "No."
Stewart Point gas station, Shoreline HWY, California-
"Hi, you guys got a phone?" A young brunette girl in a black sweatshirt asked the gas clerk. He looked up from his crossword puzzle and raised a brow at her,
"What's a little girl like you doin here this late?" He grumbled, taking a sip of coffee, "What are you 13?"
The girl smiled sweetly, at him, "Fifteen actually. I've always looked a little young. You stuck on one of those crosswords?"
The clerk sighed, "yeah. How the hell am I supposed to know where, uh," He squinted his eyes at the paper, " Stan Lee is living?"
"Los Angeles, I think." The girl replied. The man clicked open his pen and wrote the answer,
"Well, it fits." He said with a surprised smile,
"I watch a little too much TV I guess. So about that phone?"
The clerk nodded, "It's in the back there." He pointed to the small room behind his desk.
"Thank you."
"No thank you!"
The girl walked into the cramped space, carefully closing the door behind her. She picked up the old phone, still attached to a cord. She placed it to her ear and quickly dialed a number. She waited, holding her breath,
"Who is it?" a dark voice answered.
The girl glanced behind her, making sure the clerk wasn't spying, "It's me." She whispered.
"You escaped alright?" She asked.
"Yes. The plan worked nicely. With the best company agents out on mission, I got the information we needed and I'm on my way now. You should get off the line, we don't want to risk getting discovered. I'll arrange something for you soon. You've done well, but we'll be needing you again soon I believe." With that the line went blank. The girl hung up the phone smiling. She walked from the room, and towards the exit,
"Did you figure out your situation?" The man at the desk asked. The girl stopped just short of the door, and turned her head,
"Yeah, it's all good thanks. Have a good rest of your night." She smiled, pushing open the door. The girl walked down the Highway, lifting the hood of her jacket over her head.