Heroes - Rise of the Phoenix
Chapter ten - Hello Boys, would you like a cup of coffee?

Angela Petrelli looked into the eyes of Tracy Bennet as Noah Bennet opened the note. Angela shifted her stare to Noah as he read the contents of the message and the words sunk into his soul. She watched as the muscles in his face flexed and then tightened around the mouth. His lips drew narrow and she could see through his skin, his jaw clench with anger and rage. He looked at Angela and then back at the note. His eyes were stone cold. She could see in that brief moment his brilliant mind attacking the situation and comparing multiple options for the best course of action. The thin skin surrounding his eyes was showing his worry and fear; but overall unless one had been working with the man, as she had for more than two decades; the subtle signs that exposed his inner thoughts would go un-noticed.

Angela resigned herself to her fate and with a calm hand took the note back from the one man in life she trusted with all her heart beside her son, but their relationship was so complicated he would never be a friend. She cleared her throat and while looking once more at Tracy, she read the note.

"Bring me the twins, and I will give you back what you have lost. Contact the police or authorities in any way and I will dispose of your lost item." Angela read slowly and with great care not to inflect any emotion into the words other than that which should be there.

Claire spoke with brief confusion, "What have we lost? Who wrote the note? Why do they want the girls?"

Gabriel took Claire's small hand in his own and pulled her closer to his body, for comfort. She looked into his eyes with questions, but seeing his face and the emptiness in his eyes; she suddenly knew the answer to her main question. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, and she could feel the blood rushing away from her face, as her knees seemed to lose their strength for supporting her weight.

Angela watched as Tracy dropped to one knee as she gripped her heart. Noah stepped to his wife and lifted her into his arm, holding her tight. He could feel her core body temperature growing colder. "The note is not signed, but it has the symbol of the Nakamura family sword beside a picture of young NJ; and a number to call." Angela continued.

"I am sorry Tracy," Angela pleaded. "I am sorry Claire! I knew nothing of this until a few minutes ago; after Peter gave me the note."

Claire turned into Gabriel's arms and burst into tears, her soul was being ripped apart from the inside out. Gabriel stared at Angela blankly. His very heart was numb with worry. Tracy pushed Noah away from her as she stood to her full height. Her eyes burned a bright blue as her core temperature continued to sink. "Who is the note addressed too?" she asked in a voice that caused Angela's heart to shake.

Angela's hands shook as she held the note. Her resolve and incredible self control was visibly breaking down, "The note is addressed," she took a deep breath, "to me."

Claire turned back to her grandmother, opening her mouth to speak; but Gabriel said the words before she could get the to come out of her mouth, "How did Peter get the note?" his voice was soft, just above a whisper; but held just a hint of a growl. The air about them was growing colder by the second. The heat from their breath was condensing into a foggy mist. The ground below them was quickly building up with ice. Tracy's skin turned an icy blue as it began to snow in the parking lot they stood in at the far end of South side Hospital.

Angela closed her eyes and took another deep breath, then let out the air to calm her nerves. She knew her next words would drop like an atomic bomb, "Peter was given the note by Hiro, just before he and Molly were sucked into the vortex, created by the twin girls."

Suddenly Tracy gasped in fear. The area around them instantly returned to normal temperature, and she dropped to she knees. Claire rushed to Tracy's side and the two held each other tight; their very family now torn apart by a single piece of paper. Molly was now like a sister to Claire. NJ was being raised mostly by Tracy, but everyone knew he was Claire and Gabriel's responsibility. The two mothers consoled one another as the news hit deep in their hearts. "Peter just left with the two girls in the helicopter to take them somewhere safe and try and figure out how to get them back from the void." Angela desperately raddled off as she point to the helicopter in the far distance.

Gabriel looked at Noah and the two men silently communicated. Words were not needed. They would find their children and bring this family once more back together.

"He said that he would contact us once the children were in a safe place." Angela spoke in a distracted tone.

Detective Beckett and Alfred stood behind the group and felt the cold grip of death wash over the small group of people before them. He looked at Noah and could see an expression on the man's face that made his skin crawl, like ants were scurrying over his flesh. Suddenly he felt Noah was a man unleashed, and whomever wrote this note, was going to pay a high price in blood, pain and suffering.

He looked into the eyes of Gabriel Gray and for the first time in his life, felt true fear like a devil was just below the skin.

Noah cleared his throat from the emotion that bound his voice tightly, "Alfred take Angela home. Gabriel, I will take the girls to the apartment, you can stop by later to check on them. I am going to the police station to look into something from this note. We will all wait for Peter to call us. Do we all understand, no rogue actions here. We need to wait for Peter to contact us, and tell us if he has found a way to safely retrieve Molly and Hiro. Then we can focus on NJ."

X-X-X

Gabriel glared at the glass of the display case in the new clock shop that Peter had given him as a Christmas gift, as he paused from his dusting to stare at the face in his own reflection, glaring back. The customers had all left and the staff had all said their goodbyes for the day. It was quiet and the soft ticking of the clocks on the walls in the many cases in the store soothed his worried heart. He had never been attached to anyone in his life like that little boy. The way the child touched his face. The way his eyes lit up when he entered the room, or heard his voice. The child had grafted his soul to his own, and now they would be forever bound to one another. When he had saved his life when Hitler's men had attacked, he had not thought of the child, beyond instinct. He was at that point, the only special he knew of that was still alive after the great massacre. He had grown deeply close to the little child.

He heart hurt and felt like it was bleeding inside his chest. He remembered when the child had called him "daddy" it had awoken something in his core that he had not thought present. Suddenly he wanted to be fifty feet tall and cradle the child in his arms of ultimate protection. Nothing would hurt his boy. He would move heaven and earth to become the hero that NJ could be proud of. He had visions of Claire and himself developing a life together and raising NJ as their own.

Now the child was a hostage. The boy was in danger, and he was told to wait. To wait for Peter to contact them.

It had been not over 3 hours and still no word from Peter. He had tried to call him, but there was no answer. He pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the screen. He had called 72 times in the last few hours and left over 20 messages and still no answer or word from Peter. He needed to be active. He felt like a cage lion with children throwing peanuts at him. He needed to be out of this cage. He needed to find NJ.

With a soft curse under his breath, he tossed the dusting cloth under the counter and grabbed his keys. If no one else would do anything; he would. He had to find his boy. Peter was not working fast enough. With each passing minute NJ could be in more danger than before. He turned the lights of the store down and wrenched open the front door of the shop. With a determined heart to go rouge, he quickly locked the door behind him and stood from his task to see a shadow looking at him from just behind the glow of the street light. By the profile he could tell it was a woman. Quickly he felt inside his soul for his powers! They were unaffected.

He stood to his full height as the woman stepped in the street light radiance. "Gabriel, I can't wait for Peter to call," Claire Bennet pleaded, "I need your help to find our child." Her face was covered in tears. Her countenance was crest fallen and low. She was on the verge of her heart breaking. But she was a strong girl. She would be tough in time of need. But she was barely holding herself together. He could see that she was visibly shaking as she stood there hoping he would help her.

He opened his arms wide, as she grabbed him about his body. She buried her tear stained face against his shirt and for just a moment she released her fears. She lost control of her emotions as her body silently rocked to her cries. Gabriel wrapped his arms tight around her, enveloping her in his strength and power. He held her tight to ease her sorrow, as he rested his cheek on the top of her blonde hair. "It will be okay." he consoled her in a soft tone. "We will find him."

Claire lifted her face toward Gabriel's and stared pleadingly into his eyes, "We can not wait any longer for Peter."

Gabriel lifted his hand and with a gentle thumb wiped away the tears from under her eyes, "I know."

Gabriel with one arm still holding Claire tight against his own body lifted his free hand and arm high above his head and launched into the night sky.

X-X-X

Noah Bennet sat in the diner booth with his weary elbows resting on the table top. In one hand he held a picture of a small child given to him by the mysterious woman that had now twice popped into his life and begged him to find her daughter. The girl in the photo was a dead ringer for the two girls that Peter had whisked away from them all just over 3 hours ago. His other hand supported his head as his fingers slowly massaged his temples. His head screamed from the stress of the day. He needed to find NJ. He had told everyone to wait. Peter would call. They had to wait for him so that he would have time to find away to bring Hiro and Molly home safe. It had been more than 3 hours and still no call from Peter.

What had happened in that medical room? Why had Peter taken the children away from the group without a single word to him? Normally Peter included him in the inner circle of his thoughts. Ever since the final battle where they put Hitler down once more in the grave, Peter had almost without fault reached out to him and used him as a sounding board for ideas, concerns, and worries. He understood that there would never be a complete connection between the two of them, as Peter now was many hundreds of years beyond his age and had seen and experienced far more than his wealth of wisdom could ever know. But at least he felt part of the core. Now for the last few hours he felt disconnected. Lost in the dark. Out of the loop. There had to have been more in to this than what Angela shared. Something happened in hospital that she was not telling him.

The last several hours had been productive, but not completely satisfying. He had brought Tracy home to the apartment; tucked her and Claire into the couch with warm blankets and served them deep mugs of rich tea. He had lit a fire in the hearth and held his wife and daughter until they had fallen asleep in their grief. His time at the police station proved useless as the forensics team was only able to tell him what he already suspected. There had been no finger prints on the note other than Peter's, Hiro's, Angela's, and his own. The paper and ink used for the note had no unique identifiers; no water marks on the paper, or metallurgy of the ink, that could provide a clue toward its origin or distributor. They had asked to keep the note over night and have the department specialist look at it in the morning for anything they might have missed. The text and picture had been printed on a non-descript laser printer, that could be purchased and any of a thousand different electronics store. The cell phone number in the note, where they were to call before midnight tomorrow night, was a pre-paid cell number. The service provider could only supply the model number and serial number. It was an older phone, a basic model without a GPS chip or smartphone technology: untraceable until the mobile connection, or a call had been made.

The assassin that Gabriel had told him about was gone from the storage cooler. The body had been collected by someone and the cooler was sanitized with a heavy coat of bleach. However, he had in a small box of lead before him the only item of importance he cared about. An item he hoped would lead to the mastermind of these attacks and the discovery of NJ captivity. The note and the bracelet in the box both had a symbol he was extremely familiar with. For over 400 years it had been the monaqure of the Nakamura family, then in the early days of the forming of the company it had been chosen to represent those that had a special evolutionary adaptation. He opened the lead lined case and looked once more at the symbol engraved in its medal. A long slender, elongated "S" with two almost horizontal slash marks. The same symbol that was carved into Hiro's family sword.

Whomever was behind the kidnapping of little NJ, and the hunting of the two incredible children; had to be somehow tied to the original company.

He had to leave the station and clear his head. Sam had recommended this diner and said the pie was top of the world.

The company head quarters in Texas had been burned to the ground. Neither he nor Angela had taken the time to travel there to see if anything remained of the mass subterranean complex below the paper mill and warehouse of Prima-tech. With the extermination of the specials orchestrated by Hitler just a few months ago, and the Company's records and assets now seized or destroyed by the US government; they had chosen to close that chapter of their lives and move forward. They had agreed to use Peter's influence and wealth to construct a new agency that would work below the radar of the world governments to locate, observe, train, and secure against harm new specials as they arose or developed. But they had only had a few months to work on these plans and nothing yet had been formulated.

Someone from the original company was involved. Someone knew what was going on; and they addressed the note to Angela specifically. This someone would come looking for this bracelet. It somehow had the ability to mute a person's abilities or powers. He tried to think back over the immense information he had stored in his mind. Could it be anyone he knew? It could be a former janitor for all he guess at this point. Suddenly he looked down at the bracelet. His finger had just rubbed against a rough spot near the clasp. He examined the spot more closely. and could see a small pin hole in the medal. A pin hole meant for a small needle or pin to press a concealed button for a system reset. There were electronics imbedded inside the bracelet. Electronics for functionality? Or were they for tracking? Carefully with understanding he placed the bracelet back inside the lead box, and slipped into his overcoat pocket. He would find out soon enough.

"Mister, would you like a warm up on your coffee?" the waitress asked distracting his attention for only a moment. "And are your ready to try my mama's famous apple pie?"

Noah looked up at the young lady behind the counter, just a few feet away. She stood holding up a pot of coffee, and smiled at him. He was the only customer in the diner. It was dark outside and the door opened as three men, dressed in nice black suits entered the diner. Their faces were unreadable. Their body types reminded him of Professional football players, not one of them under six and a half feet tall. Each man was more than twice the size of him.

"Florence Ma'am," Noah Bennet said with a polite even tone, "I think you might want to go lock yourself in the office. I will take care of these gentlemen. Detective Beckett would not like it if anything was to happen to you, because of me. Besides, you two have a date this Friday, and he will not stop talking about it."

The last man in the group turned and locked the front doors deadbolt, while the other two men spread out in the diner. The nearest man placed his knuckles together from both hands and pressing one hand against the other to crack their joints. Noah smoothly slid out of the booth to his feet, "Hello Boys, would you like a cup of coffee?"

X-X-X

Angela Petrelli sat in the large library of the new Petrelli estate. Peter had spared no expense and the library was full with the classics. The walls were lined with volume after volume. The shelves covered each wall from floor to ceiling made from deep rich mahogany wood. This was her favorite room in the mansion. The smell of the paper filled her heart with peace. The knowledge that surrounded her soothed her worries and calmed her mind. In her heart she had at her finger tips the words of wisdom spanning more than 3000 years. She had spent a whole day recently examining the books, finding to her great pleasure that most of the manuscripts were first editions, signed by the authors. So much knowledge and so little time to absorb it.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. It had been more than three hours since Peter had left in the helicopter with children. Three hours and no contact from her son. Was he punishing her? He had been so angry. She had for just a moment feared he might loose control and hurt her. She had complicated things beyond calculation with shooting the girls. She had tried to kill them to save her family. It had seemed like the right thing to do at the time; but after reflection she knew she had crossed a line that Peter may not forgive her. She had only a year or so ago, been willing to throw Peter away and allow him to destroy the City of New York, so that her first born Nathan could rise out of the destruction and win the senator election, and one day become president of the country.

She was a heartless woman. So easily she had been willing to sacrifice her flesh and blood to gain the power and status she required to reach her personal goals. Peter was right. She had an extreme difficult time thinking of others, over her own needs and desires.

Was Peter ever going to call? Was she going to have wait and do nothing for hours on end, with the life of young NJ hanging in the balance?

She had to do something. She had to make a call two. She still had contacts in places that would assist her. She needed to call in a few favors. She had to prove to Peter and the others that she could look beyond her own preservation and personal desires. She had to show them she did have a soul and something other than a heart of ice. She sat up with urgency, her eyes wide with earnest. She would wait not a second longer. She would act now. She would bring NJ home on her own, that would show Peter.

"Hello Mrs. Petrelli." a soft voice spoke from the shadows by the door.

"Melody," Angela stated in her best voice that expressed authority and control.

"Yes," Melody replied as she entered the library and sat cautiously down on a small stool with her legs together, a straight back, and hands on her knees. She smiled at the older woman with a sparkle in her eye that showed a spunk and zest for life, that rebelled against the sorrows that surrounded her.

"Where have you been child?" Angela demanded "Peter has had men looking for you all over the city."

"I have been close by." She smiled and waited patiently. "It was not the right time for me to be found."

"I have a lot of questions for you young lady." Angela stated with a smooth voice. She needed to go fishing for information.

"I expected, as much." the young lady did not move.

"We welcomed you into the family as a the only living relative of our beloved Alfred." Angela pressed, "Is this true or a lie?"

"It is true that I have been welcomed in as part of this family," the girl answered "Thank you."

"If your not related to Alfred; where did you really come from?" Angela asked as her mind thought back in astonishment that her dreams and research had been wrong about the girl sitting before her.

"I have no memory of my origins." Melody said with a blink of her eyes. "Your investigators and dreams must have revealed more to you, than I can remember from my childhood."

Angela looked the young woman, she was cagy and smart, "Dreams do not reveal everything, and sometimes they are miss-leading."

Melody did not respond, only smiled and tilted her head slightly to the left in a silent question.

"Are you a special?" Angela demanded, "Are you like us?"

"I am only special to my parents," Melody answered, "And no Angela, I am not like you."

"My records show you are an orphan," Angela retorted, "Who then are your parents?"

"They do not know just yet they are my parents, but they will learn soon." Melody said, "I have been waiting a long time to see them."

Angela was getting frustrated quickly. These answers where telling her nothing.

"Who are you?" Angela begged for information.

"I am me," Melody replied with fun in her eyes.

"Do you know where Peter is?" Angela asked.

"I understand he does not want you to know where he is." Melody smiled as the twinkle in her eye sparked once more.

"Do you know where NJ is?" Angela pleaded, she felt like she was getting nowhere.

"No," She replied with only one word.

"Do you know how to find him?" Angela softened her tone. This girl knew more than what she was letting on.

"I might," Melody nodded her head. "But it will be dangerous."

Angela grabbed Melody's arm and led the younger girl toward the door, "Then why wait? Danger is always exciting!"

X-X-X

Peter stood as he watched the medical staff work over the girls. It had been several hours since they had left the Hospital in New York City. His private jet had been waiting at the airport and whisked them into the air within minutes after arrival. He had been in contact with his staff as they flew. It had been more than three hours in flight before the finally landed in a secluded airfield just outside of town. A car detail was waiting for them, with an emergency vehicle to transport the two girls. With lights flashing and tires squealing they left the airfield and rushed toward their destination.

Now they were in a secure location that would keep the girls safe, and when they finally awoke he could have them touch and open the vortex once more, without the threat of any soul being hurt. A doctor from his personal staff worked over the children, examining them carefully. "They appear to be healthy and all vitals are normal." The doctor told him, looking up from the children. "They are sleeping now, pure exhaustion."

"Let them sleep doctor." Peter instructed. "I have a few things to attend to before we can allow them to awake."

"We shall move one into the neighboring room," the doctor nodded. "Just in case they awake while you are away. But they should sleep for several hours more before they awake naturally."

"Thank you doctor Matthews." Peter acknowledged as he left the room, "Summon me if either of them awake, before I return."

Peter walked down the corridor and entered the lift at the end of the hallway. As the doors of the elevator closed he pressed the button for the main level, fifteen stores above them. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. It had been a long day; and it looked like it was not going to end anytime soon. He needed to get to the main floor and call the family. They must be worried. It had been over three hours since he had left so suddenly. They deserved an explanation. It was time to assemble the family and figure out a plan.

"Please God, bring Hiro and Molly back to us." Peter whispered as the elevator rose through the shaft toward higher ground, "Help me figure this all out."

"Mr. Petrelli, we have a trespasser on the surface, looking around." a voice said through the speaker located in the wall of the elevator.

Peter opened his eyes as the doors to the elevator glided open. The rooms before him was busy with personal. Men in uniform man stations around several desks while watching monitors displaying every inch of the vast underground complex, and the surface above. One man with obvious authority stood behind the staff manning the screens and security stations with his arms draped behind his back. He turned as Peter stepped up to the platform beside him.

"Mr. Petrelli, glad your here." The man nodded.

"Simmons, put the trespasser up on the main screen." The commander directed.

He pointed to the screen as Peter watched, and it showed a wide area of burned down buildings. Transportation vehicles now only shells having been destroyed in fire. The ground itself was stained with the black marks of an intense heat and flame. A single man stood holding on to the only remaining structure of the property on the surface, the Prima-tech sign. The man was older and looked hurt. His face and clothes had been through a rough time of it. He took a step away from the sign and sunk to his knees, burying his face in his hands. Then like a slow motion picture the man leaned over to his side and laid on the ground, in obvious anguish.

"Commander, zoom in please." Peter asked as he stepped closer to the main large screen.

The screen refocused and adjusted to center on the man's face. His silver hair was almost white with worry and age, and had not seen a cut or trim in years. Black rimmed glasses long out of style covered his eyes, with one lens shattered from some type of trauma. His only garment to protect himself from the cold and weather was a sweater, with patches on the elbows. The worry lines on the man's face concealed great pain and showed years of bottled up fear and suffering. His eyes stared blankly as his mouth silently gasped the words, "all gone, its all gone!" His hands that held his face were covered in black stain and grit.

"I know this man." Peter spoke, "He was a friend of my mothers."

X-X-X

Hiro roared in pain as the daggers blade dug through his shoulder muscle and ground against his bone. With a fierce growl he shoved his own sword deeper through the heart of his attacker and with his free hand pushed the lifeless body to the deck of his ship. For a moment he steadied himself against the roll of the sea, by grabbing the helm. The spray of the open ocean gales drenched his clothes and hair, plastering them to his powerful form. His muscles pulsed under the buccaneer coat and breeches. His crew spread out before him all about the lower main deck, in a desperate fight for their lives in hand to hand sword play. The standard of the ship beside them, now lashed to the starboard side of his schooner, wave wildly in the stormy weather, but the colors of England could be seen even through the spray and smoke of musket fire.

The Kings navy had finally captured them. Line after line was tossed through the air, as men from the navy ship tried desperately to secure the two vessels together so that the main boarding party could swing over and join the battle. Hiro would not go down without a fight. This was his ship! He was the captain, and he would save them all. With a spin of the helm he turned the schooner hard toward the navy ship, and he shouted "Fire!" to his men that manned the starboard cannons. With an explosion that lifted the schooner high in the water and pulled the navy vessel far over onto its side, tight against the secure lines; the cannon fire ripped through the hull of the navy ship.

He turned to his beautiful wife as she stood behind him ready to grab the wheel. Her hair wiped wildly in the stormy wind. Her beautiful skin was drenched with the spray of salt water and the soot of musket smoke. Her dress billowed in the wind and hugged her body against the storm. He reached over and grabbed her by the waste and with a finality in his heart, he drew her to him and kissed her like it would be the last time on earth, "Keep the child safe! I love you Molly!" Hiro spoke with passion and command. Flames licked at the sails of the attacking vessel as Hiro grabbed a line that snaked through the pullies far above and with his sword he cut the line. With a rush of adrenaline the line lifted him high into the scaffolding of his great ship. Then he let go and fell against the main sail, sliding down the material toward the first hook and line that bound the navy ship to his own. With a swing of his hand, the line snapped as he grabbed the wild snapped rope and flew through the air toward the second line.

At the last moment Hiro let go of the rope and cut the second line as he fell through the air. He landed on his feet, running along the deck toward the last line, as the Navy ship, now taking on massive water, was cresting and starting to sink below the surface. The weight of the navy vessel was pulling his ship over onto its side. The deck slanted away from him as he tried to make it to the last line. The salt water that covered the deck made the wood slick under his boots. He took his dagger and leapt through the air toward the last line. He had to save his crew! The ship underneath him dropped as the vessel hit a valley in the ocean storm. The main mast snapped link a twig as the navy ship and his schooner crashed against one another in the storm. Men from both ships flew through the air, screaming in fear as they had no control over their bodies.

With a twist of his waste Hiro adjusted his fall toward the deck of his ship as the ocean lifted the vessel like a toy, in a rush toward him. He landed on his feet against the mail sail and with his sword he cut through the material and dove toward the last line. The Schooner shook with a massive explosion as the Navy vessel erupted in fire, from their stored gun power. Men leapt from the vessel now on fire, into the salt water below. Braving the open jaws of the great white sharks, that he had seen earlier, rather than the prospect of burning alive.

With a thud and a crash against the deck that hurt every muscle in his body. Hiro hit the solid wood surface with a grunt. He dug his sword tip into the plank to prevent him from slipping away. Then he grabbed the last line as the schooner groaned under the strain. He had to cut this line or they would be all doomed. He lifted his free hand toward the last line and felt a stabbing pain shoot through his chest. "You will pay for your crimes, Master Nakamura!" The voice of the British commander shouted out over the rain. "I will take you back, and be made a rich man."

Hiro gripped his chest as the reality of being shot through the lung with a musket ball finally registered in his mind. "The King, will not suffer his will to be thwarted. I am to bring back the Lady and child alive, but as for you; I am authorized to bring you back alive, or dead!" The commander lifted his second musket pistol and took careful aim at Hiro's chest. He would not miss the heart a second time. Hiro's hand covered in blood held the rope that bound the two ships together. Could he be faster than the musket shell? Could he cut the line and save his crew before he would die? At least his wife and child would be safe. "You will swear on your own life, my wife and child will reach the shores of England safely?" Hiro demanded through the spray of the storm. "They are all that I care about! Do you swear?" Hiro pleaded.

The commander placed his hand over his heart, and stood to his full height, "On the grave of my own wife and children, I promise to protect them and deliver them both into the hands of the King personally. They will be under my protection!" The commander swore as a shining sword blade flashed in the light and erupted from the commander's chest. The man stared blankly in death as he crumbled to the deck. "I don't need your protection." Molly shouted in the storm as Hiro twisted on the deck and cut the last line. "I just need my husband." She whispered as she squatted down and helped Hiro to his feet.

The battle was over as Hiro watched the Navy vessel sink beneath the waves. His men were safe, as they rounded up the King's men and secured them below deck. His ship still sailed under its own power. His crew busied themselves tossing the dead overboard. Molly, kissed him on the lips as she helped him to a crate to sit down. "You need a shave." she quipped as their daughter ran to them from the protection of private cabin.

Hiro opened his arms wide to embrace his child. Her beautiful blond hair glistening in the few rays of sunlight that made it through the storm clouds high above. She was so much like her mother. Suddenly as her touch soothed his soul, he felt dizzy. The deck seemed so far away. The swell of the sea seemed to pull on his body. With a roll of the ocean he found himself once more on the deck. Now every part of his body hurt. He could not breath. He felt like he was breathing through fire. Was he going to die? Molly was at his side, her voice muted and seemed far away. Their daughter looked like an angel with the sunlight in her hair. She lifted a small hand rested it across his face and gently closed his eyes giving him a glimpse more of golden hair, and deep blue eyes, "It's okay Father. It will be okay, I've got you." she said in perfect Japanese.

~ Heroes - Rise of the Phoenix ~

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