Will Stone

He stared at the enigmatic Emil Blonsky, wondering just who the man really was. After the blow up when they found Emily, Will was leery of Emil. He knew in his heart that the name was a fake, that he'd heard it before, but he couldn't remember where.

Emily was off on her own, armed with one of Emil's numerous guns. That was a shocker. After the trio arrived back at the civic building, Emil brought out a duffel bag filled with guns and one sword. The sword he strapped to his back, and then passed out the guns to Will and Emily. There was just something off by the whole damn thing.

Will watched the man move, wondering just exactly what was going on in his furry head. Emil was oblivious of the attention paid to him; so much so that he was incredibly drawn into what was in his notebook.

Finally digging the courage to speak, Will asked, "What's that?"

Emil shook his head. "Just a little story I've been working on. A historical document, if you will. People will one day find this place, and they should know what happened here."

"You don't think we're getting out, do you?"

"Is it that obvious?" he said, and then he shrugged. "No, I know we're getting out, but things have changed to much for me to know when. There something amiss out there."

What the…. What is this guy playing at? Will racked his brain, deep in his brain. It hit him after an hour had passed of the two of them sitting in silence. "Who are you?"

"What do you mean? I told you who I am, Will, or did you forget?" Emil said, absently.

"Emil Blonsky isn't your real name. It's Russian, or something like that. You're American, through and through. The name comes from comic books. Emil Blonsky, also known as the Abomination, the Hulk's bad guy," Will said, hopefully pinning the man to the wall. "So, who are you?"

"A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet," Emil said, as if this answered anything.

"Don't give me that crap, Whoever you are!" Will said, getting to his feet. His temper was flaring up. If he could have used his abilities, he probably would have then to amplify his voice. "You act as if you know everything that's going to happen. I want to know why, Ed."

That got his attention. He looked up. "Nice deduction, Sherlock. What gave me away?" Emil, too, got to his feet, staring Will down. He yanked his sleeves back. "Was it the W's tattooed on my arm? I knew I should have gotten rid of them!" There was nothing there. "Or maybe it's how I rip wholes in the space and travel from one place to another like Hiro Nakamura or Charlie!" He stopped, clamping his hands over his mouth. The one eye Will could see went wide.

"Who's Charlie?" Will asked, knowing he'd already gone to far.

"If it'll get you off my back, my real name is Grant Woodruff, but that's all I can tell you." He left the drunk tank where the trio had been sleeping at night. "Drop it, okay?" Will heard him ask as he walked down the hall.

Will stuck his head out. "Where are you going?"

"Emily," he called back. "She's been gone a long time." He stepped out of the small jailing room and left Will alone,

Will went after him, following him through the small cluster of buildings to what looked like it was a school once. There was Emily in the ruins of a playground, with a small boy, about six or seven years old. Will came up behind Grant, or Emil, and listened to the sound of the wind.

"Damn it," Grant said. "Gabriel was too late."

Emily led the small boy over. "We can't just leave him out here by himself, so I offered to let him come with us. I hope that's okay."
Grant squatted down. "It's okay, Monty. I know for a fact that your uncle is going to save you. It's only a matter of time. I promise." Then, he hugged the boy.

To Emily, Will whispered, "Who is this boy?"

"Monty Petrelli," she said.

The name struck a chord in Will. The Petrelli brothers, Nathan and Peter, were responsible for the whole damn mess that he found himself in now. If it wasn't for that damned Agency, then there never would have been a reason to fight, and he never would have ended up looking for a way to lash out. He didn't hold a grudge against the boy's uncle, Peter if he was correct. Peter had little choice in the matter, just like every other mutant in the country, probably the world.

From somewhere in the cluster of buildings, a howl went up. Grant stood, pulling out his sword. "It's time to get back inside." Will and Emily followed Grant back to the civic building, with Monty between them. In his heart, he couldn't wait to talk to Emily and tell her what he now knew about their friend Emil.

Peter Petrelli

Seattle, Washington

Pete let go of Matt as soon as they arrived. Hiro's talent of teleportation was a handy one to have. He looked the ex-agent ex-cop in the eyes and nodded. "You know the plan, right? I'll go get Heidi and the boys, take them back to San Ribero. You get Molly and meet me here when I get back."

"Of course I remember, Pete," Matt said, turning to fade into the night. "Hell, we just came up with it a few minutes ago." Then he was gone.

Pete went to the address given to him by Claire. He found only cop cars and debris. He kept moving, hoping to pass unseen. As an after thought, he threw up his invisibility. On to the Agency, Peter thought. That's where she most likely is, anyway. Claire said she was always working late.

He shut his eyes and thought of the Agency lobby. When he opened them, he was there. Still keeping his invisibility up, he headed for the elevators. Tapping into the minds of those around him, he found out that Heidi was up on the twenty-sixth floor, interrogating a prisoner. Pete slipped into an elevator after an Agent and pressed the button when they weren't looking.

Leaning against the wall, he let his mind wander and reach upwards to where Heidi waited, unknowingly for him and her rescue. Instead, he found the mind of the Agent he shared the elevator with. Why won't she just let us kill him? It's not like the freak doesn't deserve it. I don't believe that Mrs. Petrelli is defending that killer!

The thoughts disturbed Peter and he let out a sigh of relief when the Agent got off on another floor. He let his invisibility drop, and tried to think of who Heidi would defend against execution. The only people he could think of were family members, and no one in the family has killed anyone, except Peter himself. There was nothing that proved this was going to be a fun little trip down memory lane. The only killer left that he knew of was Sylar. Peter's hatred of the man elevated. What did he have on Heidi that would make her defend him? There was Monty and Simon, and Peter, of course. Then, there was Nathan but he was…

No time for thoughts like that. The doors opened on his floor and he slunk inside, using Claire's friend's talent of shadow manipulation to hide himself. He slunk to the office that once held Mohinder Suresh. Inside, he could hear Heidi's voice, as well as another male. For once, he wished he could still phase.

Then he passed right through the wall into the shadows of the office. He'd forgotten all about Noel, the young girl who followed Elle into changing allegiance from Vann to Peter. He made a mental note to thank her when he got back.

The other man talking with Heidi was a face that he knew, but only vaguely. He was Dr. Suresh's assistant, Viral. Sitting, shackled to the desk in the room, was Sylar.

Peter stepped from the shadows, charging Elle's gift in his hands. Two arcs of electricity shot from them, striking the killer in the chest. "What the hell?" Heidi said, spinning around. "Peter, stop!"

But it did no good. Pete couldn't hear her. He threw himself on the man he once faced down at Kirby Plaza and proceeded to pound him into the ground. It wasn't until Viral and Heidi pulled him away. Then, he saw Heidi's face. Pete reached out, trying not to touch the swollen and bruised side of her face and wanting to heal it at the same time. "What happened?" he asked.

"Right now, it's not important," she said. "Right now, you're breaking orders and attacking a key witness to a kidnapping! Monty's kidnapping! He's the only guy we have, and he's cooperating, so just back off before I have you thrown in cuffs!"

"Monty? What happened, Heidi? If you don't tell me, I kill him, now," he said, and he meant it. Sliding from his left forearm was a thick pointed bone.

She pushed Pete against a wall, glaring into his eyes. It hurt to see her face so swollen and meaty. "You just do what I say, Peter. You put that away right now," she said, calmly. "Just trust me, if you can't trust him."

Slowly, the bone-blade slide back into his arm.

Matt Parkman

Seattle, Washington

He set Molly down on the floor of Mohinder's apartment. "Go pack, sweetheart. We need to go, soon." As she went off to her room, Matt started pacing. He was self-concious of Mohinder's staring.

"What kind of trouble are you in, Parkman?" Mohinder asked.

"It's not just me, Suresh," Matt said. "It's all of us. We're in deep and there's no way out. If you'd seen half of what I have in the past forty-eight hours, you'd be anxious, too. Probably more so, considering who you are."

"What does that mean? Are you accusing me of something, Parkman?"

Matt shook his head. "No, I mean a foreign person. Blueberry hill, it was everything we feared, and nothing like we imagined. It was a concentration camp, Suresh, just like the Nazi's, only worse. It was headed by Senator Armstrong, who is still alive by the way, and the whole thing is going down the toilet." He glanced nervously at his watch, and then called out. "Molly, honey, just what you need, okay? We're going to be leaving soon, and I don't want you to get bogged down."

There should have been an answer, but there was none. Molly was a good kid, and she always let people know what she was doing if she was told to do something. Matt and Mohinder exchanged worried looks, and then it was a race to the bedroom.

Shivers went down Matt's back at the sight of the man standing there. Mohinder gasped. He was tall, with dark hair, and he held Molly in place with one arm around her neck, his hand over his mouth. Tattooed on his arms were great big W's. His nose was broken, and it looked like his left eye was going to be one hell of a shiner. "Molly's going to be going away for awhile," he said.

"Let her go!" Matt said, reaching for his gun.

Mohinder grabbed his arm. "Matt, don't. I know who this guy is. It went out over the Agency wire. Earlier tonight, he kidnapped Monty Petrelli."

Matt smiled at W. "Man, did Heidi do that to you? Well, I hate to tell you this, but you night's about to get a lot worse. Monty's uncle is town and he's looking for blood."

To his surprise, W smiled back, his grin wider than Matt's. "Of course he is. Kelly told me all about him, how much of a hero he wants to be. It'll get him off the boss's back for a while. But Matt? I had no idea you fit the bill, too." His eyes went to Suresh. "Just for the record, who are you?"

"Mohinder Suresh," he said. "Why does it matter?"

W laughed. "I just hit the jackpot!" Two fingers jumped out, sticking into the air. He ripped a whole in space between Matt and Mohinder and himself. Matt saw the open air suck him into the rippling portal and Mohinder being pulled with him, and then he found himself falling towards the open water.

Peter Petrelli

Seattle, Washington

Peter sat in the chair Heidi pushed him into, waiting to see what Sylar had to say. There was nothing in his voice that gave any sign that this was the same man from Kirby Plaza, but that didn't excuse him from all the people who suffered because of his actions. If anything, it made justice all the more valuable. Now, Sylar felt remorse.

Pete found himself content to sit and wait for Sylar to hang himself on his words. In the meantime, he tried Mohinder's number over and over again. No answer. That in itself was ominous; Suresh always had his phone on him.

A light on the wall went off, bathing the room in red light. Pete was reminded of Claire's experience with Armstrong.

Heidi picked up the phone on her desk, and listened. "What the…? Now?"
Viral's eyes went wide. "What is it?"

Heidi hung up the phone. "It's Sylar. He's here, and he's attacking in full force." She rubbed her eyes. "I was just informed that a bomb went off on the first floor."

Peter's eyes went to Sylar, wondering how it was possible for him to be in two places at once. Perhaps he killed someone else for their ability. He reached out for Sylar's collar, but Heidi grabbed his arm.

"Good idea, Pete," she said. "You can teleport us all out of here." She forced him to touch Sylar, and Viral grabbed Pete's arm. "Let's go."

Pete looked over his shoulder in time to see Sylar's face, the other Sylar, burst into the room. Then, they were on the way to San Ribero.

Hiro Nakamura

San Ribero

His cell phone rang, and he answered in immediately. It was the phone that connected him to Ando, and that only meant it was time to deal with something in the notebook. "Ando? What is it? I hope to God it's not another flood."

"No, Hiro. This is a simple one. All you have to do is go to Warsaw, Poland, and pick up a couple of people. It says that one of them will be a great moral boost in the coming days."
"Alright," Hiro said, "but I'm coming to get you soon." He hung up, shutting his eyes and opening them in Warsaw. He didn't know how he was going to find who it was he had to bring back, but he guessed he'd know it when he saw it.

He was right. Stepping into a pub with someone he didn't know was the flying man, Nathan Petrelli. Hiro was sure of it. He was bearded now, and he had a number of scars on his face and arms, but it was Nathan.

Hiro said, "Holy…."