Chapter Six:

Bailey sat in the front passenger seat of HRG's car as he talked to someone on his cell phone. She twirled a lock of brown hair around her finger as her gaze settled on a man arguing with a woman nearby. She watched the woman repeatedly try to walk away from him, but the man continued to grab her by the arm, pulling her back toward him. Smiling, Bailey continued to watch them.

"Bailey? Bailey, was that really necessary?" HRG now stared at the dead man lying in the street as the woman shrieked and cried for help. "That was not necessary."

"Oops. Anyway, you made me waste life on that Petrelli guy back at the hospital."

"Because we need him."

"I can kill Sylar. We don't need him."

"I would still feel better, if I had both of you going up against Sylar." Bailey continued to curl a strand of hair around her finger. "Stop curling your hair." She gave him an annoyed look. "They know your M.O."

"My what?"

"Forget it. Matt's probably halfway to Texas now anyway."

"Who?"

"Nobody. Just follow the plan."

"Right. The plan. Follow the Petrelli guy and his buddies around until Sylar finds them, and then take Sylar out."

"Right, and remember that the cop can read minds. They'll be looking for you. Stay close, but keep your mind clear."

"No problem. What if they leave Texas, though?"

"They won't."

"How do you know?"

"Because you just killed someone, Bailey!"

"Oh, right."

"Get out of the car."

"How long will you be in New York for?"

"For awhile. Just keep your cell on. Now, get out of the car." He watched Bailey exit the car. "Bailey?" She looked at him. "No killing people."

"Party pooper." He glared at her. "Okay, okay. Understood." She walked away as HRG shook his head.

AFTERNOON

Nathan, Peter, and Matt stood over the dead body of the man that Bailey had killed. They exchanged looks as they walked around the crime scene. Peter grew more nervous. Matt ignored the look of annoyance and anger on Nathan's face.

"I told you that she was dangerous."

"It's not like her to kill a complete stranger, Nathan." Matt looked over at the woman, who was still crying.

"Yeah? Have you forgotten about the Loft?"

"I can't believe Claire's father is responsible for this. I mean… He helped me," Peter said.

"By using her, Pete, and he'll use you," Nathan replied. "What did he do to her?"

"She was getting better," Matt said.

"You call this, better!" Nathan pointed at the dead man.

"Guys, this isn't helping," Peter exclaimed. "She's still here in Texas. I know it, and we need to find her. We need to stop her."

"Stop her how, Peter? How exactly do you propose to stop her?"

"You have a gun, don't you?" Matt glared at Nathan. "I suggest you use it."

"No!"

"Let's focus on finding Bailey first, okay?"

"And where do you propose to start, Peter?"

"How about searching the area, Nathan?"

"Peter and I can do it. You go back to New York and run your campaign."

"Forget it! This girl's a menace, and I am not leaving my brother alone to deal with her or Sylar. You're stuck with me." Nathan and Matt were now face to face. "Deal with it."

"Fine. Have it your way."

"Are you two done!" They looked at Peter. " Good. Now, let's find Bailey!" He walked away from them.

Bailey watched them from a short distance away. She grinned like a cat that had spotted a canary. She waited until they walked away, and then she slowly followed them. She kept her distance, and as HRG had said, she also kept her mind clear. This was going to be interesting, and maybe, just maybe even fun when she took them and Sylar down.