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Claire's eyes went wide with shock, but she forced them to become normal again. "I- yes?"
The girl smiled, "He said you wouldn't be here till 3, you're early." She turned around, and walked through the restaurant, presumably towards the kitchens.
"Where are you going?!" Claire cried, running forward, stepping in front of the girl to cut her off. What did she mean, Sylar (who else would he be?) had said she'd show up? AT 3!? Two hours from now!? He did not underestimate her that much. He was just trying to mess with her mind.
The girl smiled (her smile was getting a tad bit annoying) and replied simply, "I'm getting your note."
"My what?"
"He left you a note." With that, the girl stepped through a door that clearly stated Employees only, but Claire followed anyway. Sylar left her a note. She was confused, but there was one thought that kept tormenting her mind; this was new.
The room was as Claire had guessed, a kitchen. Unlike the warm colours that decorated the restaurant, the kitchen was filled with stainless steel equipment; everything looked new, clean, and efficient. There were very few employees in the room, probably due to the small amount of customers outside, and the technology could do so much of the work without human help it was almost redundant to have anyone here besides a head chef and a few waitresses. Technology of the future. Claire was just waiting for the time robots would come out, it was taking surprisingly longer then she had expected.
The waitress walked through the kitchen without a second glance, towards the stove. There was a shelf above the large stove (it was nearly double the size that Claire would have had in her apartment) filled with bottles and such. The waitress reached up and took a small piece of paper from under a bottle of spice. This was... there was really no word better for it then odd.
"Here you go." The waitress chirped, handing Claire the piece of paper, which she took. Turning, Claire made her way back through the door of the kitchen, and made a beeline for the door out of the restaurant. "Wait!" She heard the girl call from behind her, but Claire ignored her. "Don't you want any-"
Stepping outside, Claire closed the door in the middle of the other girl's sentence. She had more important things to do then talk with a waitress or eat Chinese food. She had to find Sylar, who seemed to have left her another clue?
The familiar scrawl on the note was undoubtedly Sylar's. Claire hadn't looked at it until she stepped out of the restaurant and leaned on the wall outside.
Claire-bear,
Unfortunately I will be unable to make our date this afternoon, as I have to catch my train back to Montreal. I won't be back in New York for a few years, but be assured, when I return I will look you up.
Your most precious
Sylar
There were many things about the note that made Claire twitch. Stupid, arrogant, pompous, JERK. Claire was well aware that there was little she could do to stop him calling her Claire-bear, but the mention of a date? His claim of being most precious? Oh she was going to get a thrill when she shot him today.
Apparently, the easy to find clue, was the real clue today. What was with the changes today? Well, it might be best for Claire not to question the inner workings of a deranged killer (ex killer), it probably wasn't good for her. Not that it really mattered why Sylar did the things he did, it just mattered that she stopped him. Soon.
Of course, Sylar had to send her on a trail that took her to the WRONG side of the city. It would be at least an hour long walk to get to the train station, unless she could get a cab.
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Claire did manage to get a cab, and she arrived at the train station in good time. Paying her fair, Claire looked around. Trains had gone out of style about 40 years back, boats, cars, planes and trucks took their place, and all of the metal making railroads had been torn out of the ground and reused. It had been quite a production. So now, the station was deserted.
Almost deserted, Claire corrected herself. She could see Sylar. He stood, his back to her, amid rubble, broken glass, and rusted metal. There must have been a fight here at some point, as the train station would not be in such a messy state from simply being abandoned. Claire didn't have time to wonder about who had fought here, she had to shoot Sylar.
Morals told her not to shoot while his back was turned, while logic screamed he already knew she was there, he would have heard her footsteps. He might even have heard the air rush around her gun as she raised it, she wasn't positive how sensitive that stupid hearing was. He definitely would have heard the safety on her gun click off, and yet, she couldn't pull the trigger.
"Sylar." Claire's voice echoed through the station, and the man turned. They stood barely twenty feet apart, and for some reason Claire was reminded of a cheesy old western film.
"Claire." Sylar's mouth was twisted into a smirk, "You're early."
Idiot. She wasn't early. If anything, she was late. Stupid idiot for underestimating her! Glaring, Claire pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot exploded in her ears, the bullet moved through the air so quickly, she couldn't see it. But she did see it hit Sylar's leg. She did see him flinch forward slightly, and then the blood came. It gushed out of his leg for a mere second, than stopped. Claire watched as Sylar flicked his finger and the bullet shot telepathically out of his leg.
"Not there." He informed her, smugly redundant. Then he started walking towards her.