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Kay, sorry this took so long to get the next chapter up, but I had my surgery and I ended up spending nearly a week in hospital under pretty heavy drugs for the pain. So even if I had my laptop, I probably wouldn't of been writing anything worth reading. Also, anyone got any idea's of what should happen next?

"Danko!"

Danko turned, his face angry. "What, Senator?" he sneered at Nathan.

"Where is everyone?" Nathan asked gruffly.

"We found Rebel's hideout. I sent them to go take them down." He explained stiffly. Then he saw Gibbs and McGee standing behind Nathan. "What are they doing here?"

"They have become a very important part of this." Nathan told him sharply. "Now, what do you mean you found Rebel's hideout?"

Danko glared at him, then brought up a picture from a traffic camera.

"This, if you can't see, is one of the fugitives." Danko said.

"That's Claire!" Nathan said.

"Yes it is. But who's driving the car?" Danko asked. He brought up another picture, taken a few seconds later.

"And who's getting into the car?"

Nathan stared at the picture, a lump growing in his throat.

"Sylar."

Noah came in a second after that. It took him half a second to see the photo, and address what was in it. "Is that Sylar getting into a car with my daughter?" he asked, panic clear in his voice.

"It would appear that your 'daughter' has joined forces with Sylar." Danko said, humour in his voice.

"No. He cut the top of her head off, killed a friend of hers right in front of her. She hates him more than anything. He must have... mind control. Is Matt Parkman still alive?" Noah asked.

"As far as we know, Bennett. But may I say, I don't think you daughter is under mind control. She is just like them- a freak." Danko spat.

Nathan lunged at him, knocking him to the ground as he punched him, causing Danko's nose to spurt blood.

"You son of a bitch, don't you call her a freak!" he growled.

Noah watched calmly, well Gibbs was debating what he should do.

"Uh, boss?" McGee asked nervously.

"I see you are very quick to defend the terrorists." Danko said.

"Do you even have a family? When you have a daughter, then you can tell me I'm too quickly defending her." Nathan hissed.

"The daughter you thought was dead for most of her life. He raised her, and he didn't attack me." Danko told him.

Nathan looked at Noah. "Maybe he doesn't want to risk his own neck."

Gibbs watched the men with slight confusion. He didn't understand. Petrelli was the birth father, but Bennett raised her, but Petrelli seemed to be much more actively trying to prevent her from harm, although he was the one who started this whole mess in the first place.

All he knew was that if his daughter was alive, he would go to the edge of the earth to prevent her from being harmed.

He said so.

Nathan looked at him, as did Noah. As did McGee. Gibbs never talked about his daughter, or first wife.

"Would you if she was a terrorist?" Danko asked bluntly.

Gibbs didn't answer, because there was no good answer there.

"Um, excuse me, but shouldn't your agents have checked in by now?" McGee asked.

Line.

"This building is even smaller than the last one." Adusia muttered under her breath.

"Well, I'm very sorry there aren't an abundance of building large enough but are still safe enough for a bunch of fugitive super humans trying to overthrow the government." Neviah said.

Janice ran out of the building, towards Matt. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him.

"Oh my god, Matt. I thought you were dead for sure!" she exclaimed threw her tears.

Daphne stood awkwardly by, grinding her teeth.

"Hey. I'm not dead, not even hurt." Matt assured her.

"Thanks to some immortal cheerleader blood." The bomb said.

Janice looked at her, taking in her singed and blackened clothes, her skin covered in soot, her eyes wide and her smile much too large to look sane.

Daphne looked at her too, but she wasn't affected by her appearance. She had known The Bomb from when she hung out at the Angry Skunk bar. She had been really good at destroying buildings, and didn't mind if she killed someone accidentally, although she wouldn't go out of her way to hurt anyone. She also was a bit insane.

It made her want to laugh when Janice reached out her hand to shake The Bomb's hand.

"I'm Janice. I don't think we met...?" she said.

"I don't have a name." The Bomb said simply.

"We need to get you one. We cannot keep calling you after your power." Neviah said.

Matt looked around. "Where's Sylar?" he asked slowly.

Janice furrowed her brow. "Sylar... why does that sound familiar to me?" she asked.

"Superhuman serial killer that Matt worked with the FBI to catch before he went off the take down a company that didn't hesitate to kill people who get in their way and he helped save New York from going nuclear?" Adusia asked.

"Oh..."

"But, seriously, where is the guy who has a habit of chopping off the top of Specials head?" Adusia asked.

"I'm right here." A voice said. Everyone turned.

"Um? I can't see you." Amanda said.

"I can see him." Alan said.

Peter looked at Alan. "You can turn invisible, right?" he asked.

Alan nodded.

"I used to know someone who could do that, and when I had his power I could see him. Sylar, are you invisible?" Peter asked.

"How should I know?" Sylar's voice replied.

"Good point."

Claire spoke. "Doesn't he kill people to get powers?" she asked. "So who'd you kill now, Sylar."

"I have not killed anyone invisible!" the voice protested. "And I don't need to kill to get powers. I didn't kill you."

Claire grimaced. "It would have killed me. If I wasn't a healing freak."

"I didn't kill Elle." He said. "And I got her power."

Claire shook her head. "You did kill Elle!" she said.

"Yeah... but not to get her power. I already had that..." he said. "Arthur showed me how to get powers without killing."

Claire felt dizzy. She couldn't remember... Was this before or after Sylar had sawed off the top of her head, poked around her brain, and left her covered in blood in her own home?

"Well, whatever. Just don't kill anyone on our side, and you're good. You even try to saw off someone's skull, and you'll regret it." Adusia said, in her strange way that she said things that would be said dramatically by others, whether it be with fear or anger, she said simply and plainly.

Line.

"Damn the resistance!" Danko yelled, standing in front of the dead bodies lying on the ground. His former agents, all killed by the god damned resistance.

"They're not all killed by Adusia. Some are burned, a number are shot, some simply have their necks snapped, some throats cut. There also seems to be a large amount of blood which isn't there's, probably the enemy's. That means they could have sustained great loses or injuries." One of the few agents that hadn't been sent into the field told him.

Danko nodded sharply. Nearly every single damn agent was dead, leaving only the computer geeks and medical people. Less than a dozen field agents were left.

"Damn the resistance!" he cursed again. He turned to agent next to him. "We are gonna kill every last one of them."