A/N: I apologize for being so late with updating! It's been a hectic last few months. I'm a grad student and I am also working on other fics. So thanks for being patient!

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Angela Petrelli turned as the door clicked shut.

"Noah," she told him pleasantly, "It's so nice to see you up and about this morning. Shall I ring for coffee?"

"Cut the crap Angela. I had to leave my family for this. What do you want?"

She tsked lightly and walked casually from the window and sat upon a chair. "I see a good family dinner has done nothing for your manners Noah."

"Well, since you've done so well with your own family, Angela. I suppose I could always learn a thing or two from you."

Angela's lips formed a hard thin line before relaxing into its normal position. "Yes, well, we can't all be Petrellis' now can we?"

She sighed and moved to her desk. She shuffled papers a bit before reclining into the large executive chair.

"You're catching a plane," she intoned, "The tickets are with the receptionist."

"A plane?!" Noah exclaimed, "Where the hell am I going?"

"To South America. There will be a team waiting to meet you," she sauntered smoothly over to him and handed him a file.

"Here is all you need to know. The team is being led by Dr. Robert Tate, a world renowned archeologist."

"Archeologist? Why?...,"

"Oh Noah. All will be revealed in due time. You should know that there are always secrets to be unburied."

"And you've had a hand in burying a few of them yourself," he muttered.

"Pardon me? Really Noah, this behavior is quite unbecoming of you. You of all people should know that what we do is necessary. Isn't that what you've told me yourself a time or two? Or don't you remember?"

Noah stared at her silence and she continued, "Now that you're done going tit for tat, let's get on with business at hand. The limo will be here to get you shortly. I have taken the liberty of getting you fresh clothes, gear and credit cards and also, be aware of --,"

"Noah," she asked, "What's wrong? If it's about the first class accommodations I can always--,"

"What about Persephone?"

"What about her?" she asked and continued once more, "Noah, this expedition must go smoothly there are variables that may--,"

"You're just going to leave her with him?," Noah gasped. "She could be anywhere by now, she could even be dead--,"

"Noah, you're so overly dramatic. If I didn't know any better I'd say you've been taking lessons from Peter."

"This is serious Angela, people could die--,"

"I am perfectly aware of what's at stake here Noah," she sighed, stood and poured some tea into a dainty cup from a sideboard.

"Persephone is not dead. Though she is not my priority at this time, I know that she is—fine,"

Noah watched a moment of guilt flash across her face before it was gone, sealed forever in a mask of calm composure.

"So that's it."

She blinked prettily. "What's it dear? The girl is fine and we have work to do, oh and by the way, how is Claire?," she chuckled, "The poor girl must be mortified that she failed two of her classes this year. Poor dear. She's such the angel. I tell you, she's just to die for isn't she? Isn't that right Noah? Aren't some things worth dying for? Or in our case—killing for?"

Noah's reply died on his lips as he grasped her meaning. He nodded slowly, his eyes boring into hers and broadcasting a mixture of complex emotions.

"You mustn't be late Noah," she told him her voice playing along an edge of finality, "The plane leaves in an hour."

Noah said nothing as he turned and began to make his way down to the company appointed limo.

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