"I think she could bring a lot to the table, she's seen things, experienced them. The knowledge she could provide would be helpful not only to your security, Claire, but also with the work we are trying to do to incorporate specials into everyday life in this country." Peter explained as he addressed his fellow partners. Claire, Bennett, Angela, Sylar, and himself were all seated on the furniture placed in the middle of Claire's office. Today was the day that they would decide whether to employ Rose Linderman. Unfortunately, there were some in the group who still had reservations.

"Peter, many of the things she has seen and experienced, as you say, were enough to drive her away from all of this. I don't want us forgetting that she had the chance to be apart of a movement such as this and that she ran from it. " Angela argued. They had just begun the discussion and it was already apparent that it would be a long one.

"She ran because things were different then. I'm sorry Mom, Noah but I think it's safe to say that some of the methods being used then were not very becoming." Pater fired back.

"She did ask me if I was planning to do things different." Claire offered from the couch that she was sharing with Bennett.

"She has had no record for ten years." Bennett stated. "Think about what a person could be doing in that time but we have no clue because there is no trail."

"Not exactly," Peter answered, "There is someone who knew her before she showed up earlier this week."

"Who?" Claire asked astounded that they could get this lucky.

"Emma," Peter responded, "I talked with her about it last night. I asked her about it earlier this week but she wouldn't tell me anything. Apparently, Rose visited her at the hospital and told her it would be okay if she did. What I got from Emma is that they met two years ago, when Nathan's secret operation had just begun. Emma found Rose injured in her apartment doorway one night. Without knowing why, Emma let Rose into the apartment and helped her out. Rose came back a few times, sometimes she had others with her who may have needed her help. The way Emma explained it was that Rose was apart of an underground railroad for specials."

"Why would Emma not have mentioned this before? Especially, after what happened with Samuel. Emma saw how dangerous it was for that group, wouldn't she have mentioned others that she knew about." Questioned Bennett suspiciously.

"Rose was hiding people, getting them new identities and any help they may have needed. They weren't a group. The only person she really knew from it all was Rose. And Rose made it very clear that no one could know about her or what she was doing. It was too dangerous. Besides, Rose looked out for Emma during that time too. Rose made sure Emma was scarce if any agents were sniffing around the area where she lived."

"An underground railroad………I helped out with something like that too. In California, it was Micah Sanders he was going by Rebel then. He would send me messages on my phone telling me where to go and who to find. Do you think she was working with him, too?" Claire asked excitedly. She could definitely respect anyone who did anything like that brave little kid.

Just then Claire's secretary, Anne, knocked then opened the door. "Ms. Petrelli, Dr. Suresh is here to see you."

"Alright, send him in, please."

Mohinder Suresh entered the room a moment later closing the door behind him. "I think I have the last of my research filed away." He began, "I appreciate what you are doing here. Everything must be kept out of the public for now. It would be complete nightmare if some violent group were to get a hold of it."

"We would like to avoid providing them with a scavenger hunt list, if we can." Claire smiled. "We are really grateful that you agreed to keep it here."

"Yes, well. It seems you have business to attend to so I'll just be on my way to the lab to pick up some personal items. " Mohinder said as he began turning back to the door.

"One moment, Mohinder." Bennett began, "I think we could use your expertise in a decision we are trying to make here."

"I'll help in any way I can."

"Please have a seat." Claire offered. "We are looking at hiring another special who has approached us, maybe you could give us some insight on any knowledge you might have about her ability. It's quite an interesting one." Claire went on to explain how Rose had explained her power to the group.

Mohinder was astonished. "In essence, it's another form of empathy. It's absolutely brilliant how she used computer analogies to explain it. I would love to meet her. She seems to have good knowledge of her ability. I would love to document it."

"Her name is Rose Linderman. She lives here in New York, so that shouldn't be too hard to arrange." Bennett offered.

"Wait a moment…….Rose Linderman? As in THE Linderman's daughter?" Mohinder asked.

"Yeah, apparently my mother is the only one here who isn't amazed at her existence." Peter explained.

"No, I knew she existed. Arthur Petrelli had a file on her." Mohinder explained.

"Excuse me!" Peter exclaimed at the same time that Sylar remarked, "He never said anything to me about her."

"The only reason that I was made aware of her was because Arthur needed Molly to track the woman down." Mohinder appeased.

"Did he send someone after her?" Sylar asked.

Mohinder turned to the man nervously. No matter what Sylar had done recently, he still made Mohinder nervous. Which was why Mohinder avoided any form of communication with him. "No, Molly couldn't locate her. It wasn't that she couldn't feel her but she couldn't pin down a location. Arthur was very disappointed when Ms. Linderman couldn't be found. Apparently, when she disappeared she took some thing that he felt belonged to him."

"Any idea what that was?" Bennett asked.

"None." Answered Mohinder. "He did say that he was the only one who could go after her, though. He didn't even feel that Mr. Grey would have been all that successful at apprehending her. Therefore, I got the feeling that she was someone pretty powerful."

"Any idea where that file he had might be now?" Asked Peter.

"Destroyed with Pinehurst, I would imagine."

"Hell, Arthur. Your father could be brilliant at times. But he was still an idiot." Angela said to Peter.

"What would Dad have been looking for, Mom?" Peter asked

"I don't know, Peter. Your father was hard to predict at times."

"That's a lie." Sylar accused, staring Angela down.

"Angela, please. The more we dig into this, the more I feel there is to learn. We want the truth." Claire implored.

"I can't be certain what it was." Angela said pausing to see if Sylar would interject. When he didn't she continued. "But there were many things she came in to contact with during her years with Linderman. What I do know is this. Linderman had her placed in facility right before she left. She had become troublesome out in public and difficult to control. Two days after she entered that facility, the place torn apart. Agents were killed, twenty in all, I believe. And that's only because those were the agents at the facility at the time, others were on assignment or vacation. She tore the labs apart, freed all of the subjects and completely destroyed the electrical wiring of the entire compound. It was then that she and Linderman came to an agreement about her living arrangements. In short, Rose Linderman threw a huge fit until she got her way. She is dangerous. Which, is why I'm sure your father was very hesitant to send his men after her. He wouldn't have anyone left if he did."

"Not that I am ignoring the fact that she did so much damage, but it seems like she has done a lot of help too." Claire began.

"A whole facility Claire. She killed people!" Bennett objected.

"To get away from the life that YOU refused to hand me over to, Dad. Obviously, she didn't have someone to fight for her so she fought for herself. They were imprisoning her there, against her will. She was desperate."

"Her father was trying to do what was best Claire." Angela argued.

"Tell that to Elle," Sylar interjected. "Even Bennett has to admit that the things done to her at the Company were not normal. If Rose was going to wind up with the same treatment, why shouldn't she fight?"

"I say we give her a try." Peter voted.

"I'm with Peter." Sylar agreed

"Claire, you must see how dangerous this could be." Angela pleaded.

"I trust the guys on this one. When I first met Rose she told me that the "Old Generation" would have a problem with her and I'm pretty sure she meant you, Angela." Claire said. "It's not that I don't value your opinion but she had a point. Things have got to be different. The moment we become exclusive is the moment we become unapproachable. Besides, it sounds like she might have an in with parts of the community we don't even know about. And if she is so great and powerful, then all the better that she is working with us instead of against us."

"Until she's not," Bennett said darkly.

Claire shook her head, "The purpose of this effort is to not label people, off the bat, as good or bad. We all took actions we weren't proud of in this mess. We can't get it right if we don't change."

"Then it's settled," Peter concluded, "she can start Monday."

Sylar entered the local coffeehouse and went straight to the bar. He definitely needed some of those authentic flavors that he had come to love from this shop. Once he had ordered his large four shot latte from the barista, he began scrounging through the stacks of left over newspapers. Selecting one that looked halfway decent he sat at a table in the back corner of the room.

"Hey, Edward Razor finger! Fancy meeting you here."

Sylar turned from the article he had just taken an interest in and glared up at Rose. "You know I love this place." He accused.

"Hmm, yeah maybe I did or maybe I've decided that I love this place too. The coffee is amazing."

"Yes, but you wouldn't know that if I hadn't brought you here the other day." Then Sylar cringed, "And stupidly told you that I come here almost everyday."

"Don't feel too bad. I did look forward to enjoying the coffee as I stalked you today."

"I don't think there is any need to stalk me. You could have called me on the phone and I would have answered." Sylar grumbled.

"I find the element of surprise to be much more satisfying." Rose answered.

"Did you hit your maturing capacity at age 15?"

"Of course not! But during my childhood this sort of behavior wasn't allowed so now I relish in it." Rose smiled.

"Well, perhaps that's because this behavior points toward psychotic tendencies, such as stalking. "

"Come on, it's been awhile since I've had a friend. Let some of my overzealousness slide, ok?" Rose asked, with a hint of seriousness in her voice.

"And the guy who killed your best friend is your only option? Man, you do have it rough."

"Okay, maybe I was wrong. " Rose said, and began getting up from the table.

"Hey," Sylar said, grabbing her hand. "I'm sorry. Look, I appreciate that you're here. I do. So please, sit back down."

Rose sank back into her seat but didn't slide her hand from Sylar's until she was completely seated.

"So, Peter called me. Says he wants me to come in on Monday for my first day of work." Rose commented.

"Yeah congratulations on that."

"How did Mrs. Petrelli handle it?" Rose inquired.

"She was infuriated but Claire gave a pretty convincing speech that even she couldn't shoot down. I do have some questions, though, about some stuff that came up in the meeting. Since we're best buds and all now."

"Okay," Rose said, fixing him with a stare of concentration.

"And keep out of my head! I don't want us to start having trust issues so early on." Sylar objected.

"Sorry, you're right. From now on it's totally off limits."

"Because you already got what you wanted, didn't you?" Sylar asked deadpanned.

"When I came in the door. I was just checking to see which question you were going to start with first." Rose smiled at him and try as he might, Sylar couldn't resist smiling back.

"So what happened in that facility then?" Sylar asked.

"I had to prove to my father that I was serious. I do regret the killings. I just got so angry, you know. I was trying to get out, be free or whatever. They were stopping me. They were going to do things to me that I couldn't let happen, not if I wanted to survive and still be myself. I was going to wait it out for a while. See if my father was actually serious. Then one day these two men came into my cell. They were going to inject me with something and once they started trying to hold me down, I got so angry. "

"Angela said you killed all the agents that were at the facility that day." Sylar said quietly.

"They wouldn't stop coming at me. If they had just run or hid from me I wouldn't have tried to catch them but they were just like mindless sharks."

"Did you know about Arthur Petrelli looking for you?" Sylar asked.

"When was Arthur not looking for me? He had a strange fascination with my ability, it was a lot like his. He's actually very creepy, even for some one out to rule the world. "

"He said there was something you had that belonged to him. Any idea what that was?"

"Yes, and it didn't belong to him." Rose answered.

Sylar waited for a moment then when she didn't say anything else he asked, "What was it?"

Rose gave Sylar a distant smile then stood up from the table. "It's been good chatting with you buddy. I'll let you enjoy your coffee in peace." With that Rose turned and left the coffeehouse.