Legion

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Legion stepped up to the apartment door, still suffering indigestion from his quick travel from Bucharest. Wyrm's methods of transportation did a number on the system. He could only imagine what happen to the target Wyrm had been given by the boss.

Inside Legion, he felt the presence of the last two people he merged with, which was odd, because he only merged with Nikki. The other presence identified itself as Jessica, and both of them gave him a surge of physical power. He would quickly dispatch this side-target and return to his search for the elusive Robert Bishop. What the Boss wanted with the man was beyond Legion, but he didn't ask questions like that insufferable killer, Sylar, did.

He knocked twice, letting them echo into the man inside, and then he kicked the door in when he felt the prickles in his head. Using the telekinesis he gained years ago, he shoved and held the fat man against the wall. "Your tricks are useless, Maury," he said, coldly.

Maury Parkman clung to the wall, with enough pressure to nearly stop his breathing. Legion smiled at him, feeling the prickling sensation that meant Maury was trying to pull him into a dream. With one quick motion, he reached out and snapped one of Maury's fingers. The fat man howled in pain.

"You can't focus in pain, can you?" Legion said, chuckling. "I'll have to remember that." He moved fast, placing his hand over Maury's mouth. The Maury's eyes went wide with fear, as he begins to meld with Legion.

As the merging continues, Legion gets glimpses into the mind of the man; the day he left his son and wife, the day he tried to leave the company with Adam at the helm, the little girl he sees with his power. It was the little girl that intrigued him the most. Legion grinned, exerting his power to speed up the process. He wanted to know what the girl could do, and why Maury was frightened of her.

The clunk of Maury's shoes hitting the ground signified the end of the merge. The late Maury Parkman had suffered from the extra exertion of the process. Legion had absorbed everything. His eyes shifted colors, going from blue to hazel to green to black, even once flickering red. He shut them to try and slow the spinning of the room. He'd pushed himself too far this time, and he wasn't sure he could withstand the sudden appearance of Maury in his blood stream.

Legion collapsed, pulling himself blindly into the corner. From outside the apartment, he heard a flood of thoughts, but none of them made sense. He struggled to hang on to himself. Maury personality was a thick waste of mankind seeping into Legion's brain. He convulsed uncontrollably.

The Merger fell silent and motionless, barely breathing. He'd grasped the reins of Maury's runaway thoughts and powers. His eyes shot open, and he grinned once more. "Molly," he said, licking his lips.

He stood, leaving the apartment wide open. In the remains of Maury's clothes, he dropped a card, intentionally. Let Matt choke on the knowledge that he can never confront his father, the man who instilled Matt with his fears of being less than a good man. Legion had originally planned on leaving the scene with more evidence that Maury had struggled and died horribly, but he had other things to attend to know. Even Robert Bishop could wait. All that mattered know was Molly Walker, the girl who can find people, the adopted daughter of the boss's enemy.

Wyrm

New York, New York

He watched them from a safe distance, the tall, handsome black man letting the young blonde girl take his son. Soon, there would be little chance of discovery. He could trap the Phasing fireman in between two places, and carry him to the boss. As the fireman stepped back into his apartment building, Wyrm leapt from his perch and fell five stories before the world rippled around him. He found himself in the fireman's bathtub, with only seconds to activate his trap.

He moved slowly, wary of any counter-traps the fireman might have set, and went to the front door. From his pocket, he pulled out a piece of chalk and drew a large rectangle leading out from the base of the door. That done, Wyrm returned the chalk to his pocket and place his palm face down in his drawing, forcing all of his energy to go halfway to Nome, Alaska. The floor shimmered, and Wyrm hid behind the couch.

While he waited, he stared at a picture on the wall. In it was the fireman, the boy, and the woman Legion merged with. Everything in his belly curdled at once. He couldn't take the last thing this boy had.

When the door opened, Wyrm shot up, feeling both nauseas and heroic. "Stop!" he tried to scream, but he was too late. The fireman had fallen in, and if Wyrm released him, who knew what the fireman would do to him. The only path was that of the original plan. He had to turn the Phaser over to Prometheus.

The PDA that the boss had given him beeped, telling him he had another assignment. He pulled it out, and read the text message that went with a picture. Get a sample of the blood of the subject and then return with the fireman and the blood to base. Wyrm opened the picture, at once relieved that he wouldn't have to trap another person. The fireman, Wyrm had been told, was going to be given to Sylar so that he can get the phasing ability he lost in California.

Wyrm's heart nearly stopped when he saw the picture. This wasn't going to be the best few days. He'd read the news, and when he read the name of the person whose blood he was supposed to get, he knew why he'd been given the job. The person was under the protection of the Agency, and nobody else could get past them as easily as he could. Still, he'd seen the girl. The boy had gone with her, right before he'd trapped the fireman.

The name was Claire Bennet.

Jon Baker

Location Unknown

The small room that he'd been stashed in since last year had the definite air of him. Jon loved the sight of his room; it was the only place that felt like home. His father led him back down the hall and to his room. He enjoyed the smile he got from the nurse Julie. Sometimes, when Dad wasn't around, Julie would let him out to play video games. It was one of these times that he found out what was going on.

The room was littered with comic books, from Superman to Spider-Man, and Jon believed that Superman resided in the room across from his, imprisoned from some reason. Perhaps it was because only Superman could stop what they were planning. It made sense to Jon.

So, when his door was locked for the night, he whispered through the vents that he'd discovered would allow him to speak to others in the cells around his. "Superman, I know it's you. Tonight, we fly again."

Superman, who called himself Peter, answered back with, "What are you talking about?"

Three days of faking his illness so they wouldn't give him the pills and remove the negation bracelet had finally paid off. All day, Jon had been absorbing small amounts of electricity, and some energy from Julie that she spends to use her ability. Now, he activated the discharge sequence in himself. Sparks ignited the air around him, and he blew the door out into the hall.

Julie came running to see what was going on, and he sent an arc of pure energy into her chest, not lethal, just enough to knock her out. Setting his hands on the door that held 'Peter', he released more energy. A little too much this time, because the door flew in and knocked out Superman.

He lifted the man who called himself Peter, and started to discharge energy down at the ground. With in seconds, he found himself discharging at the roof so he could fly out.

In minutes, he and Peter were out of the facility, flying high over the snow covered tundra. Turning east, he carried Peter somewhere safe. As they flew, Jon kept up his energy reserve by taking solar energy.

Sylar

Death Valley, California

He knew his part in all this. To make up for losing one of the gifts Prometheus demanded of him, he had to make a phone call. He waited for the other person to answer.

Finally, someone did. "Agent Parkman, talk."

Sylar grinned. "Matt, you and I have made some spectacular scenes recently. Perhaps you would like to know the aim of all of it. Well, I'm throwing you a bone. Find you father and all will fall into place."

"Who is this?" Matt asked before Sylar hung up. He hated the sound of the Agent's voice, especially since Matt made him re-grow a n ear, not easy even when you have spontaneous regeneration.

Unlike the rest of the other people in Project Prometheus, he didn't have a true assignment. Just to tell Matt to find his father. Sylar hated being the goat this project made him, but they made him strong. Soon, oh so soon, he would break free and kill Legion and Wyrm and everyone else the Project employed and has trapped up in their little artic base.

He smiled, before taking flight to Nome.

Peter Petrelli

Toronto, Canada

Peter found himself on a couch of extraordinary comfort. He'd been bathed and dressed in new clothes. The only reminder that the facility wasn't a dream was the damned bracelet. Even though he hated it, he needed the damn thing to stay safe. Now, if only he could get to New York.

A woman entered the room, carrying a plate of food. "I didn't know what you could eat, so I kept it simple. Eggs and dry toast. If you can handle more, there's also bacon."

"Who are you?"

She smiled, setting the plate on the coffee table. "No one as glamorous as Superman, I assure you. My name is Katherine Walsh, but you can call me Kate."

"Where's the guy who broke me out?"

"He went off to find someone," she said, taking a seat next to him. "You kept saying Claire, over and over again, along with a few other things. So, off he flew, hoping to make you remember being Superman."

She went back into the kitchen when a kettle whistled. Peter sat back, trying to think about what happened whenever it did. He remembered little, but he knew the guy who saved him was named Jon, and that the nurse brought him comics daily. He was probably a little delusional, and he was young.

He tried to shut his eyes, but all he saw was Claire, or Nathan, or any of the other faces at Kirby Plaza before he exploded. He wondered how Claire was, and if Nathan lived.

A loud beep from the bracelet drew his attention, then he felt several needles jab into his wrist. Intense pain wracked his body, and he passed out.