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"Yes!" Claire yell of happiness cased Gabriel to look up from the paper.
"What?"
"The President is back in the US tonight!" she told him.
Gabriel smiled. "Took him long enough." he scoffed. "You'd think the President wouldn't leave his country for so long."
"I know. I'm going to call my dad. And by tomorrow, this is going to be all over." Claire smiled, picking up the hotel room phone.
"You know those things cost like a hundred dollars a minute?" Gabriel asked her.
She turned to him with a strange smile. "Nathan's paying for it."
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Noah hung up his phone, motioning to Nathan and the NCIS agents.
Nathan shook his head. "It would be easier tonight. The president will want to check up on us; he'll come here. I'll ask for a private word with him, and Sylar can strike there."
Noah shook his head. "Don't say Sylar will 'strike'. I'm already concerned enough about Sylar being in the same room as the President."
Gibbs and McGee exchanged looks. "Look, can we trust Sylar?" Gibbs asked. "Because if he puts my team in danger-"
"Your team is already in danger, Agent Gibbs. No, we can't trust Sylar. But he's our best shot."
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"Change of plans. You're wiping his mind tonight. We have to go to to building 26." Claire told Gabriel.
"What?"
"The President is going to meet Nathan tonight. You're going to do it then." She explained, pulling on her jacket.
Gabriel froze. "It seems like a set up." he said.
Claire shook her head. "Right, because they think they can stop you from getting out of the building if they trap you in a room." she said sarcastic.
"The Company once sent only two agents after me."
Claire looked away. "You killed them?" she asked.
Gabriel sighed. "I'm not happy I did. But I am sorry." he didn't say anything. "They were engaged." he said finally. "She had a power and he didn't. He told me that he had the power, so I killed her quickly. Painlessly." he sucked in a breath. "He knew what would happen to him. But he took the pain so she wouldn't have to."
"That was nice of him." Claire said quietly.
"I didn't understand why he would do that. Its one of the things I spend time thinking about."
"What are the other things you think about?"
"Why Elle didn't fight back." he said quietly. "Why Peter told the super strong blonde to go back to her family on Kirby Plaza instead of excepting her help. Why you tried to convince the vortex guy not to kill me."
Claire looked away. "He let her die quickly because he loved her. Elle didn't fight back because she didn't actually want to live. Peter told the blonde to go back to her family because her family needed her, and Peter thinks of everyone else before himself. I tried to convince him not to kill you because he was very upset because of the one person he had killed. I didn't want him to have to live with have two peoples blood on his hands."
"That blood would have been washed away by how many lives I wouldn't have ended if he had killed me."
Claire shook her head. "Consciences don't work like that. We have to go, Gabriel."
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Ziva was chewing on her lip, standing in the bathroom. The building they were staying in used to be a office building, so the bathroom had seven stalls and five sinks, each one with a mirror above them. Somehow, Neviah or Micah had arranged to have running water.
Samantha walked in, Neviah on her arm.
"Hello, Ziva." Samantha greeted her.
"Oh. Hello, Samantha. Neviah."
"Ziva, we have to speak with you." Neviah said.
Ziva turned to them. "Yes?"
"Are you pregnant?" Neviah asked.
Ziva didn't speak for a long while. "I might be." she said quietly.
Samantha nodded, then handed her something. "Me and Amanda got this for you."
Ziva looked down at the pregnancy test in her hands. "Why did you think I would need this?" she asked.
"I had a vision. More than one. Ziva, this child is important. She will save the world."
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"Mr. President," Nathan greeted the President, shaking his hand. "How was your trip?"
"Not all that interesting, to tell the truth." he said. "How's the operation going?"
Nathan looked around. "Actually, Mr. President, could we have a private word, in my office?" he asked.
The President nodded, motioning for his body guards to stay.
"So, Petrelli, what do you want to talk to me about?" he asked once he was seated in Nathan's office.
"I think we need to shut down the program, or at least limit it to only people with ability's that use them to commit crimes." Nathan said. The President shook his head.
"No. All these people are dangerous. And if you don't agree, I can always bring in someone who does." he said angerly.
Nathan pursed his lips. "I understand. I'm sorry it had to come to this." he nodded, and Gabriel appeared next to the President, grabbed his head, and everything turned to black.
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Claire stood when the hotel room door opened. They had insisted that she stay there. "How did it go?"
Gabriel looked up. "Great. The program in shut down. We can go back and tell them they can go back to their old lives." he said.
"You don't sound happy." Claire commented.
"At one point in time my plan was to kill Nathan and take his place, and become President. Today I was in the same room as Nathan and the President. And... it occurred to me. I could kill them both. Nathan can fly- who doesn't want to be able to fly?"
Claire watched him. "You didn't, though." she said quietly.
"I can feel it coming back. Right now, I can't remember whats stopping me from going and finding Nathan, and killing him."
"There is something stopping you." Claire blurted out.
"What is that?"
"Amanda. Amanda... she's your daughter."
Getting ever closer to the end. My estimation is... two more chapters.