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The bang of the gun shot was far off and almost silent under the shattering of glass and screams of those around.

The following shots couldn't be heard at all, the chaos too loud.

After the first victim fell dead, blood spraying those around, a bullet in her brain, everyone else knew enough to drop down under the windows.

Most people did, anyways.

Adelinde didn't. The woman who could make a shield for these people stayed up, forcing the air around the building to harden, become impenetrable.

Except, the building was big.

Adelinde was tired.

She was weak.

The strain of holding back these bullets, that just seemed to keep coming, was almost impossible.

"Someone stop whoever is doing this!" her scream was tired.

"It's Danko, he's alone." the young, scared voice of Molly yelled out.

"I will stop him!" Hiro decided, but his voice was weak, and as he closed his eyes, his nose gushed blood. He clutched his head in pain. "My powers are not working!"

Daphne took a deep breath. Her power hadn't been working as well since she died. She had been told not to push herself. But now she knew she could run. She knew she had to run.

So she jumped up, ignoring Matt's call as she ran out of the building, reaching the force field just as Adelinde passed out, falling to the ground.

Daphne ran. She would have been smiling, running this fast again, if only she wasn't running to stop a homeland security agent with a gun shooting at those she cared about.

She spotted him not all that far away, the horrible gun in his hands.

And as fast as sound, she ran to him, ripping the gun out of his hands. He rolled with the force of it, lunging at another gun laying on the ground. This one was smaller, and he was now aiming at the blur that was Daphne.

She was not going to be shot again.

She was not a violet person. As she had told Pinehearst, she wasn't a killer. She had been mad at Hiro when he had stabbed Ando.

She wasn't a violet person. But this man was trying to kill her friends. The man she loved. Really, truly loved. His son. The girl he thought of as his daughter. This man would kill them all. And there was only her here.

So she held the horrible gun in her hands, moving it as fast as she could, swinging at his head.

It hit with a horrible thud.

She stopped, standing still. She was tired. She could run to from America to France and back, hardly breathing hard. But she was tired.

She looked at the man laying in front of her, unconsience, bleeding. And everything faded to black.

Line.

"Why would they do this?" Tony asked the question quietly as he watched the dead line up.

The three that were outside the building had been shot. Two of them were dead. The third was Claire, which had taught them that Danko had amazing aim, as she had been hit right in the kill spot. The first in the building to be shot was Sarah, the Bomb, whoever she had been, was also dead. Adelinde had been hit as she fell.

"They hate what they do not understand, Tony." Ziva spoke quietly.

"They are the United States Government. This is the 21st century. They shouldn't be coming with guns, meaning to kill as many as possible."

"I know."

Tony looked away as Adusia walked slowly towards her sister.

Someone told her to bring them back. Tony realized it was the boyfriend who had been fighting with his girlfriends father. Now the father was sitting beside him, staring down at his dead daughter.

Adusia stiffened.

"I told you. I told EVERYONE!" her yell was full of anger as she dropped onto her knee's to her dead sister to stroke her hair with her bare hands. "I can't bring them back. I can;t bring back bodies this damaged. And I can't bring back one's I have before. That means I am useless here." her voice was flat and dead.

"Claire's blood could!" someone yelled.

Tony's eyes turned to the dead Claire lying on the ground.

Peter stepped forward, turning the body over and poking around at the base of her skull, then pulling.

Tony nearly had a heart attack as Claire took a breath, and he suspected many others did too.

She sat up slowly.

"I really don't enjoy dying." she muttered, then glanced around at the dead bodies. "Crap."

"Her blood won't work." Sylar's voice informed them.

Peter looked at him. "Really." he asked doubtingly.

"I understand how things work. And right now, after dying herself, well, it just won't work. Her body is trying to fix it's self first. And by the time it would work, well, her blood injected isn't as powerful. It would be too late."

Everyone was silent.

"Death is the most powerful thing on this Earth." Adusia's voice was quiet as she continued to stroke her dead sisters hair. "Even if we have ways of defeating it. It always finds a way."

Ziva slipped a hand into Tony's. He squeezed it tightly, knowing she only did it to comfort him, not herself. She was Ziva, after all.

Samantha stood silently in a corner, watching Tony and Ziva.

She kept the expression of pain and loss and mourning on her face, well inside her she smiled.

Holding hands. They were holding hands.

Neviah had told her what would happen without the two of them getting together.

It was an odd sort of feeling to know the world depended on her.

She hadn't done a lot in her life. After she was put in foster care- her father had been promptly sent to jail once he had gotten out of the hospital (apparently the reason you don't throw hammers at people's heads was it can hurt them)- she stayed low on all and any radars. Kept her power secret. When she had been 'bagged and tagged' by the Company at 16, she had very politely asked them not to put her back where they had taken her from. They did their experiments on her, she put up no fuss, and in return they offered her a position as a paper saleswoman.

Apparently she was one of the only people that actually sold the paper that dominated the entire building.

(because I figure someone had to actually sell paper in that place.)

They had told her she could become an Agent at 18, if she wanted to. But she was happy selling paper.

So she sold paper until the Primatech burned down. Not long after that, she had opened her door to see Neviah and Alan. And she went with her. Now she was here, staring at two (former?) federal agents hold hands, which was making her happy enough that she didn't care about the dead bodies.

An odd sort of feeling.