Hiro Nakamura

Hart Center, Tokyo, Japan

He sat on the floor of his father's old office, sifting through the various files Kaito had on the Company. There was little help in it, until he came across one labeled Vann.This guy, it seemed, was born in sometime before the Revolutionary War, with gifts very much like those of Peter Petrelli. He, as well as two other people, met with Adam Munroe to discuss the possibility of an Agency designed to aide people with talents such as themselves. Adam went on to create the Company, until he was locked up by Kaito, himself.

Vann went on to be apart of the Prometheus Group until 1989, when he was captured by Company agents and imprisoned in a holding cell. The didn't list the location of the cell, but it went on to say that his two friends survived the ravages of time, and that one of them now runs the Prometheus Group.

Hiro sighed. How could one man live so long, not to mention four of them? Something definitely wasn't right. How could he bring Ando or this girl Sakura with him in his quest for justice? He'd sent the two of them home, knowing full well that Ando would be there when Hiro decided to go off and find the killer.

There were no answers in the files, not that he could find, but he still had the notebook Ando had given him in the future. There was so much to do, Hiro was glad he had four years. He flipped it open and found a list of things. It was the top three that caught his attention. They happened in the next few days, according to his own handwriting. A massacre in Seattle; the death of a man named Robert Bishop, and the loss of several files held by Noah Bennet.

Hiro found his quest had started without knowing it. He stood, ready to head off for Seattle, when both Ando and Sakura burst into the room. "You can't leave without us," Ando said.

"How did you know I was leaving?"

"Simple, you found your father's killer. That's what you were looking for, right?" Ando frowned. "I can understand why you'd leave her behind, but me? I was always there for you before. The least you can do is give me a chance to be a hero."

That tugged on Hiro's heart strings. He remembered the future Ando, speaking randomly about this very thing. How could he take Ando? Hiro remembered the scars on Ando's body, the loss of his eye and hand, and then his final death. There was no coming back from that. Hiro shut his eyes, and disappeared from the office.

Ando looked down at where Hiro had been standing. The notebook was open and Ando saw Seattle right there at the top of the list. Very well, Hiro, Ando thought. If you don't want to give me my chance, I'll just have to take it.

Claire Bennet

JFK Airport, New York, New York

"I don't see why we should take a plane to Seattle," she complained as the board the airplane. "You could just fly us there."

Peter shook his head. "I promised both of you dads that I'd get you there safely. That means you have to have something around you to keep you in the air, i.e. a plane. Besides, I wouldn't want to drop you over the Midwest."

"You flew me back from Toronto."

"I had Nathan, then."

Claire frowned, as her uncle turned away from her. Peter had changed. He seemed so much more timid, afraid to use the gifts he'd been granted. He didn't smile as much, anymore. "You have to get used to them sooner or later," she mumbled to herself. He didn't hear her.

About half an hour later, the plane taxied down the runway, getting ready to take off. She heard Peter whisper, somewhat scared, "Seattle, here we come."

Matt Parkman

Nome, Alaska

"This is it," he said to Hector, leading the way down the staircase, the mental map he forged from the minds of the guards still active. "Keep your eyes open."

This time, he took another door at the bottom of the stairs, which led to a series of computer terminals. Hector sat down at one, and started typing.

"What are you doing?"

"Seeing if the system can be hacked into," Hector said, not looking at Matt. After several clicks, he must have decided he couldn't do it and he stood.

"Come on," Matt said, taking off down one of the hallways. "There are holding cells this way." It led into another hall, this one looking very much like a hospital wing. In the main room, there was a desk with a computer on it and a walkway that had doors on either side. Two of them were destroyed.

"What do you think happened here?" Hector asked as they crept down the walkway. Matt shrugged; peeking into the room that looked like it had been broken in to. "The whole place stinks of fear and urine."

"Be that as it may, we have to search every inch of this place. The Prometheus Group is three or four times more dangerous than Sylar.

"I'm going to check the desk," Agent Ortega said. "These rooms give me the willies."

Matt went on down the line, checking each room. He heard Hector searching the desk drawers.

"Parkman! I found something," he called. Matt came running back. Hector was typing furiously into the desk terminal. "It seems one Peter Petrelli did a stint in this place. They called him Point Zero. He was in the All Gift program, headed by one Julie Donovan. Do you think the Director knows about his brother's involuntary participation in this?"

Matt shook his head. "See what you can find on the other patients."

"Well, the doctor doing the experiments subjected his own son to the program. Jon Baker, the doctor's son, could mimic a lot of other abilities with his own. Energy Absorption and Discharge. It has a list of the gifts he could mimic.

"Our very own Gabriel Gray is in here and is listed to have Spontaneous Regeneration, flight, and it says his next power to acquire was phasing. Think it has anything to do with that fireman, DL Hawkins disappearance?"

Parkman shrugged. "Anything is possible. Anyone else?"

"Yeah, they got a listed only by the code name Legion."

Matt's eyes lit up. "That's the guy. What do they have on him?"

"Legion has the power of merging other people with himself. Through this, he can take on others talents. He has an unknown amount, but they list telekinesis, dream manipulation, super strength, and pyrokinesis. Oh, scratch super strength. It says the person he absorbed was ripped through from him. Must be that woman, Nikki something."

"Nikki Sanders," Matt said, absently. "And they found DL, returned to his apartment."

'That's good," Hector said, continuing his search of the computer. "Here's a name that should interest you. Vann Shepard."

"Why should that interest me? I've never heard of it."

Hector smiled. "It says here that he's been alive since the Revolutionary War, and that the Company has him in a secure facility in…"

"Excuse me?" a sharp woman's voice asked. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Matt turned, expanding his mind to grasp the thoughts of the woman he found himself looking at. She was young, pretty, with long black hair and piercing eyes. She was dressed rather like a nurse, and she had a syringe in her hand with something in that didn't look particularly healthy. "Pardon me, AEA investigation going on. You're going to have to come with us," he said.

"AEA?" the woman asked. "What the hell is that?" You going to pay dearly for coming in to my facility, Matt heard her think.

Hector stood behind the desk. "The Advanced Evolution Agency, Miss. Now if you would, put down the syringe or I'm afraid it's going to get violent in here." He held his hand out, letting it spark.

The woman smiled. Matt knew in his heart that this was Julie Donovan, and that something bad was about to happen. He was right. The earth started to shake. Then, a massive chunk of frozen ground burst the floor, cutting the two agents off from her and the escape. Matt looked around. He was trapped in the fake hospital wing.

Legion

Seattle, Washington

The surge that Sylar had given still had yet to wear off. Everywhere he went, things froze. He could hear a couple making out a mile away. Things he held sometime melted into unidentifiable puddles.

Now, Legion stood over another mutant, this one a young woman. She was slightly overweight and had incredibly bad acne. He smiled as she tried to run three feet about the ground. He held her telekinetically, and he planned on playing with this one. She would be good; she would enjoy the kiss. It would be her first, he thought. Then, she would be apart of him and his conquest against Peter Petrelli. After Peter, there was only one more member of the All Gift to acquire: Jon Baker.

He moved the girl about the air as if she were dancing, lowering her closer and closer to him and the last kiss goodbye. He, too, danced about the empty studio apartment. He'd already thrown everything out the window.

Sirens filled the air, killing his head. This damned super hearing was killing him. It was the only downside to absorbing Sylar. Headaches came so easily now. "…First and Corinthian, apartment twelve…" a cop's radios blurted, and Legion forced himself not hear it. As it was, they were already on their way to here. He would have to finish this now. Next time, he wouldn't be so loud.

Legion pulled her inches away from his face. For one instant, when he could smell her fear and sweat, he thought about letting her go in peace. Then, his grin widened. "Give us a kiss," he whispered, and then he slammed his face into hers so hard their teeth cracked together. One of hers broke off and went flying into his mouth. He puckered, swallowing the tooth, and then merged with the poor girl.

Leaving only her pile of clothes, he took off, flying out the window. It was yet another gift from his once ally, Gabriel Gray.

Will Stone

Seattle, Washington

Will stood on his roof, listening to the sounds of the night, smoking his last cigarette in his pack. His body ached from his nightly crusades against the villains of the lower east side and the slowly decaying neighborhoods filled with various criminals. He was amazed at how fast he grew control of his talents, using them now at such a speed that would astound Dr. Suresh. Already he could create several pitches from thin air, with out a wasted breath. The one he used most was a high pitched siren-like sound.

He heard two people behind him. They made no effort not to be heard, so he didn't turn around. "Will." It was his cousin, Gavin. "We want to talk to you."

"We were thinking." This one was Teagan. "Maybe we should just avoid the rally tomorrow. We could go see a movie or something, just the four of us."

"Yeah, I'd like that," Will said, surprised at how honest it was. He was tired of dealing with others who took the talents for granted. There was electricity in the air, like a war was coming. The way he saw it, it was time to choose sides. He'd chosen.

Teagan left without another word, but Gavin stared at the back of Will's head. "She may not want to bring it up, but I will," he said. "Mackenzie is worried about you, man. You're gone most of the night, now, and you come back tired and covered in bruises and scrapes. Just what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm taking sides," Will said. "Someone's got to help out here, and I'm the only one willing, I guess."

There was a silence that followed this. Will supposed that Gavin was trying to figure out what it was exactly that he'd said. When he turned around, he was shocked to see the determination on Gavin's face.

"The next time you go out to fight crime, or whatever it is you're doing, I'm coming with you," he said, his voice full of the same grim stubbornness that was on his face. "You can't do it all alone."

Will smiled, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he had a family. He knew that Mackenzie loved him, and he loved her, but now, he had a brother. It was a good feeling.

Michael Gray

Bucharest, Romania

His team moved into position. Elle and Wyrm would take out any guards that inhibit their escape route, while he and Noel would go in. Wyrm was instructed to send them two miles south of here, more than likely leading to their confusion, or so Michael hoped.

Noel led him up next to the stone wall and she put her hand there, testing it out before she attempted to phase them through. When an arc of lightening shot up in the air, Noel knew that it was time to begin. She grabbed Michael's hand and dragged him through the wall.

It was a made rush to the center of the facility, and by the time they got there, three guards were down, with several more outside the facility, and a good number of them far away.

The cell in which eh was held was made of thick, steel walls, very different than the stones ones everywhere else, but Noel just ripped through this one, too, dragging Michael with her.

He was there, inside, just as Michael knew he would be. He'd aged little sense the last time he'd seen the man who would be his Michael's mentor. He sat with his legs bent upward, his arms stretched across his knees, and his head and hands drooped. Long blonde hair hung over his attractive face, hiding what Michael knew were eyes that seemed every shade under the sun. His nose was slightly bent from an injury before his manifestation, and before he met Alphonse, long ago, in a different world. He was dressed in the drab jumpsuit that every Company prisoner was forced to wear. On his neck were the two marks of every one who was forced to comply with the Company's requests, even though he could easily get rid of them.

When he looked up, Michael saw Noel's knees weaken from one look into those deep ever changing eyes, the eyes of a man meant to love. He wasn't a religious man, like Alphonse, or Political, like Elijah, but he almost scientific in nature. He had been a poet, many years ago, wanting to write about the brave soldiers who fought for this country. He'd been there since the beginning, and would be there at the end.

Most of all, Michael loved him, more than anyone else, alive or dead. He whispered, reverently. "Vann."

The man nodded, stood, and took both Noel and Michael by the hand, and took flight, activating Noel's phasing ability as they hit the roof.