"Hey, Petrelli!" the boy yelled.
Claire turned. "My last name is Bennet." She said.
He snorted. "Right. But you are the daughter of Nathan Petrelli?" he said, grabbing her arm.
"Let go of me."
"You are the daughter of the guy that is making us terrorists, right?" he said, tightening his grip in a way that would hurt those that could feel pain.
"Let go of me." She said again.
He slapped her, making her fall against the wall, his grip still on her.
Then suddenly he was pressed against the wall, Sylar standing there.
Clare looked up at him, her nose fixing itself, but leaving blood on her face.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing to Claire?" He said, his voice ice cold.
"She's Nathan Petrelli's daughter! She's probably a spy or something. I was just-"
Sylar flicked his fingers and the boy flew from the wall and then back again, hard.
"Just what?"
The boy gasped for air.
"Pathetic. What's your power?" Sylar asked.
"Sylar..." Claire cautioned.
He boy glared at her. "I make things change colour." He said.
Sylar turned his head slightly to the side.
"Sylar." Claire said again, louder.
"Relax, Claire. Why would I want such a pointless power?" he asked her smugly. Then he turned to the boy. "Listen, and listen closely. You are going to promise me you will never try to harm Claire again." He said. "Or anyone else in this building. Okay?"
The boy nodded jerkily. "I promise I won't try to hurt them again." He groaned.
Sylar twitched his head to the side. "That's a lie. Do you know how I know that? I took it from someone. I ripped open their skull and poked around her brain, and took her power. I need it to figure out if some people were lying about being my parents."
"A DNA test never entered your mind?" Claire muttered.
Sylar continued, ignoring Claire. "It turned out they were lying. Just wanted me to be their own personal monster. I got pretty angry... Let's just say it ended up with pretty pissed off people, a collapsed building, and me dead, along with most of every one of level five."
"Wait. My mother died because you were mad?!?" Claire asked loudly. She noticed they were attracting a crowd. "She died because of your parental issues?!" she yelled.
"Uhm, actually, she didn't." A voice came from the crowd.
Claire turned to the man who had the voice. "Oh really, then why did she die?"
The man shook his head. "No, I mean, uh, she didn't, uh, die. In the building collapse. Meredith, uh Gordon. She isn't dead."
Claire stared. "No, they confirmed that she died there. A damn building fell on top of her!" Claire said, holding back tears.
"They also 'confirmed' that I was dead too, Cheerleader." Sylar said calmly behind her.
Claire swallowed loudly, noticing even more people had joined them. Peter was one, and he came quickly up to her, pulling her away from Sylar.
"How could she still be alive?" Claire asked the man.
'Uh, well, Neviah told me, I knew her back them too, and, uh, she told me I need to save this, uh, woman, from this building. So, uh, I used my power, which is teleporting anyone, anywhere, to anywhere else. As long as I know where they are in the first place. So I teleported her out right before the building fell." The man explained.
"Wait, you can move people from one place to another, and we keep having to go out and get people and save them and bring them here. Why don't you just teleport them here?" a girl asked.
"Uh, well, I don't have my powers, uh, anymore, since I, uh, have the Shanti virus." He explained.
Everyone took a step back.
Mohinder stepped forward. "You have the Shanti virus? You need to be isolated. You could be giving it to everyone here!" he said urgently.
The man shook his head. "No, it's a different strain. It's not contagious, and it's not, uh, fatal." He said.
Mohinder gaped. "No. I attempted to create that, and was completely unsuccessful!"
The man gave Mohinder a look of contempt. "And did you ever test the different strains?"
Mohinder shook his head. "Why would I do that? It is an extremely contagious, fatal disease. To experiment with it would be mad!"
The man laughed sharply. "I experimented. I uh, accidentally injected myself. With the last dose, the one that is non fatal or contagious."
"You injected yourself with an untested formula?" Mohinder asked incredulously.
"You're one to talk."
"Can we please focus!" Claire shouted. "My mom! What about my mom!"
"Oh!" the man exclaimed. "Uh, yes. Well, you'll have to talk to Felix about that." He pointed to a tall man leaning against the wall.
"What about my mom, Felix?" Claire asked him.
"I was told to use my power on her until told otherwise." He said.
"And what, Felix, is your power?" Claire asked scathingly.
He sighed. "Have you ever heard the story of sleeping beauty?" he asked. Claire nodded. "Well, my power is like that. The sleeping part, I mean. I can put someone in basically a coma for any amount of time without them aging or anything." He explained.
Claire nodded slowly. "Well, wake her up, and bring her back!"
He shook his head. "I told you, I have to keep her asleep until told to wake her."
Claire walked up to him quickly, purposely, and pushe4d him. "I said wake up my mother and bring her back. Now." She hissed.
Felix shook his head calmly. "I'm sorry. But I have orders, I have to keep them."
Claire shook her head, anger in her eyes. "Whose orders?" she asked.
"Another of my orders is to not tell who my orders are from."
Claire let out a short, sharp laugh. "Great. So my mom is alive, but I can't see her or talk to her in anyway."
Felix shook his head. "I'm afraid not."
Claire muttered something under her breath which sounded strangely like 'you should be afraid'.
"I will get my mother back." She warned louder.
He nodded. "As soon as I get my orders, yes. You will."
Line.
"Wanted as terrorists or not, they're still going to be wanted for murder. Of Federal agents, no less."
McGee pointed out to the three other men sitting around the table.
Nathan nodded. "I realize. However, we aren't certain at this point in time why Danko thought the people we're hunting were at that place, and have found no conclusive evidence to put any of them in that building, or anywhere near it."
Gibbs snorted. "That's a very political answer."
Nathan smirked. "Sometimes that's what's needed."
McGee shook his head. "Nothing was found in the building? No hair or prints?"
Noah shook his head. "Not even a speck of dust. Anything they left behind was completely washed or blown away by something. More likely, someone."
McGee rubbed his forehead.
Nathan turned to Noah. "When was the last time you spoke to the Haitian?" he asked.
"Not since... well, not since I began to work for homeland security." He said. "Why?"
"No reason in particular. Is he loyal to you?"
Noah laughed a bit. "I trusted him enough to shoot me and keep my daughter safe. But I don't think he's really loyal to anyone."
Nathan nodded.
"Why?" Noah asked again.
Nathan paused. "I think we need some minds erased."
Whose minds need to be erased? The NCIS team? Danko? The homeland security team? The president? Who knows? I do! Actually I don't, not yet. But I will. Soon. I hope.