Claire and Peter stood back to back, staring at the large force surrounding them. "What the hell is this?" Peter snarled in disbelief as the automatic weapons focused red targets along their bodies. Claire raised her arms in surrender. "Don't take 'em down without order from above." One of the Swat members spoke out. Claire addressed him. "My name is Claire Bennet, I am a global representative of the United Specials Organization. What is going on?" Authority burst through her, surprising Peter to no extent. He had not truly observed the amount of growing up she had undergone since the Carnival.
"Ms. Bennett, you and Mr. Peter Petrelli, will be taken into Custody by command of the C.E.O.S., the Containment and Eradication Organization of Specials. The C.E.O.S. has the authority of more than of 150 countries to contain any Specials considered dangerous."
Claire scoffed at him. "You are here for Sylar...not us. We aren't a threat."
Peter raised his arms comically to look less threatening.
"Actually Ms. Bennett, our orders came to contain Mr. Petrelli, Sylar and yourself. Orders direct from our CEO."
Claire blinked at him. How could this be happening? All the laws she had work so hard to put in place. She squeezed her fists so hard she felt her nails stab into her hands. The Swat Leader listened to his ear piece and replied with short answers quietly. He motioned to a Swat member closest to the front exit/giant whole in the front of the building. He came back with two other members, who were dragging a man with a bag over his head. Claire gasped when they revealed Rene. He was beaten and drugged, looking rather worn. The Swat Team took aim to the back of his head. "Just incase, either one of you feel like getting a little too Special on us. The rest of you search the debris for Sylar." Claire made eye contact with Rene, apologetic for seeing him in such a position. He softly smiled at her to calm her nerves. Two Swat Members handcuffed Peter and Claire, dragging them to kneel with Rene. The rest of the Swat Team began lifting debris and searching the rest of the Estate for Sylar.
"Peter, what do we do?" Claire whispered.
"I'm thinking, but these guys have heavier numbers and looks like better training than Danko's men. This is funded at a higher, military level."
"This is illegal. I thought I had help put in certain laws protecting Specials in the States, at least the states."
"Sometimes, even the Government does not follow the law Claire."
Peter gave her a sad look. Claire sighed and listened for the Swat Teams around the house. She half-prayed Sylar was still in the house to maybe be a distraction enough for them escape.
"Pete, Do you think he is still in here?" Peter considered the question.
"I've never know him to run off. Unless he was stabbed with a sword-"
"and without my powers." Claire finished his thought. Just as she did she felt the house rumble. She looked to Peter and Rene. The foundation was crumbling and windows shattered. Claire yelled "Duck!" but it was barely audible as the house rumbling became so overwhelming. The three of them hit the floor, lying straight on their bellies. The Swat Teams suddenly were all pinned to the crumbling walls and Sylar burst out from underneath a heavy ceiling debris that must have covered him. It would have killed a normal human being, but even Sylar's face revealed how he was the least ordinary person in the room. Sylar was seething, clothes burnt and ripped from the damage of the bomb. He observed the room, calculating the amount of Swat Members. He sneered. "I hate being interrupted." Swat Members from other parts of the house came flooding into the unrecognizable living room. He smirked. The Swat Members not pinned to the walls opened fire on him and he simply stopped the bullets mid-air. There were a total of Eight Swat Members standing before him, Six pinned to the wall. He smiled evilly, sending chills down Claire's back. They were about to witness a slaughter. He quickly used his telekinesis unloading and dismembering the weapons in the room, causing a panic among the standing Swat. He quickly blasted three of them with his blue electricity to the point that Claire could smell burning flesh. He giggled turning to the rest. He then projected to what look like a microwave force melting four of the Swat Members. The sight was disturbing, watching the men twitch and have their metal gear melt into their skin. Claire gagged. Sylar turned, pretending that he hadn't notice them. Making eye contact with Claire. "Well, since you all ruined my fun with your friends, I have to improvise." He had failed to notice or maybe did not care to notice a lone Swat Member resemble his gun. The Swat Member stepped up to Sylar and fired one shot into his shoulder. Sylar winced and slowly turned to him. He raised his hand and began to freeze the Swat Member from the tip of his gun, but the freezing began to falter.
Sylar, perplexed, tried to freeze him again. Nothing came of it. His eyes flashed with anxiety and anger. He then projected the man back with his mind and slit his throat quickly. He stalked over to the Swat Leader, ripping him down from the wall. "What was that?" The Swat Leader did not look at him. "My name is Daniel Matthews. 1st Division-" Sylar, furious lifted him in the air by the throat. "None of that torture logic training, I can pull it out with my power." He placed his hand to the solider's head. Claire realizing that he must of obtained Parkman's power at some point, empathetically or from his time in Matt's head. A few moments later, he let go of the man, looking stunned and a bit dazed. He slowly turned to the three lying on the floor, looking at them with a different stare. Claire detected a needy look in his face but it faded as quickly as she had noticed it. He turned back to Lead Swat Member and quickly snapped his neck. Almost all at once he snapped the rest of the pinned soldiers' spines and was releasing them from their handcuffs. He helped Claire up, pulling her up swiftly, pulling her close. She smelled burning flesh and blood on him. Claire was shocked and shaken, that was the most bloodshed she had seen in a long time. She was pushed aside by Peter, placing himself in-between Sylar and her. Rene looked like he relished not having handcuffs on. "We need to move out of here, silently and through the back. jump some fences, steal a car." Sylar said quickly. Peter laughed sarcastically. He was fuming.
"Are you serious? Less than 15 minutes ago you were about to dissect me. You just murdered my mother. Why should I not kill you on the spot."
"There is a much Greater matter going on here, Peter." Sylar looked distracted, like his mind was focused on a much more pertinent matter than revenge. Claire and Peter stood at a distant, disbelieving at what was going on. Rene finally broke his silence. "If he knows what I know, than he speaks the truth of all of us gaining safety. We need to stick as one." They considered his words. Rene, a man of few words only spoke when the truth was needed. Claire shook her head. She was not following Sylar, even if it was into the gates of Heaven. She motioned to Peter to not abide.
Sylar turned back to Peter. "Peter, trust me, I would love to rip you innards out right where you stand, but you are going to be needed on a much grander scale with me."
A rumble was heard coming from outside and a sound of a helicopter. "We have to move now." Rene led the charge with Sylar following close behind. Peter looked about the house, particularly the hallway where his mother's body was no longer visible. Claire pulled his hand at the sound of voices coming towards the house. Peter and Claire looked at one another. They had a full conversation with a mere glance. Stay on Guard. They bolted and caught up to the other two jumping the back fence, and through four or five yards. They kept running until they had heard the Helicopter fly in a opposite direction. As they leaned up against a back wall of an alleyway. Sylar announced to them. "I put an image in the pilot's mind that we ran east, not west." He smirked, self-satisfied. Claire and Peter moved away from him. Not wanting to acknowledge his aid, nor attack him. They needed to be smart around Sylar. He was always three steps ahead of the game, it be nice to be only one step behind. Sylar shot them a dark look and shifted into a person they could not recognize. He walked out into a busy street and quickly jacked a car. He pulled it into the alleyway. Before Claire knew it she was sitting with Peter in a back of a Chevy Impala, while her worst nightmare drove them out of the City of New York. There was a long silence for about two hours, but when they entered Allentown in Pennsylvania, Peter exploded.
"Pull over right now." Sylar obliged him, groaning heavily, pulling into a rest area, a rather woodland looking place. Peter jumped out of the car, pulling Claire with him. Rene jumped after them.
"Peter, stop. We need to stick together in this." Peter spun on Rene.
"Why Rene?! What is so freaking important that I need to align myself with the person who killed my brother, and my mother. In no less than four hours ago. Rene, explain to me why I should trust that Psycho or work with him? He is playing with us. Drawing out one of his little games." Claire stood silently, seeing the grief and emotion emoting from Peter. Sylar wisely sat in the car. Rene raised his hands, softly putting them on Peter's shoulders.
"Peter, the reason we need Sylar...or by chance he needs us, is because the C.E.O.S. is an army. An army built to fight Specials. The recent reveal by Ms. Bennett only increased funding by almost every country on the Planet. The countries that can afford to do so. It was an off-sight project that was lead by Danko, but ceased funding once he was killed. It was reinstated when Ms. Bennett took that leap. Encouraged by one of the main creators, it has tripled in size. They have weapons to not just wipe out our abilities, but also to destroy us."
"They want to wipe out the genetic trait that exists in not only in us but also in carriers. People who do not have powers, but just the genetics to pass it on. They are willing to wipe out any percentage of the planet to do so. Even worse, they are willing to make half the population barren to do so." Sylar had suddenly stepped into the conversation, making direct eye contact with Claire. He looked concerned. She nearly spit in his face.
"And why the hell would you be concerned? Isn't that the plan to kill us all?" He stared at her. She couldn't read his face.
"His worst fear is to be alone Claire. I lived his nightmare for five years in Parkman's brain. He needs to have someone's attention." Peter shot spitefully at Sylar. Sylar rolled his eyes and walked back to the car to lean up against it, crossing his arms.
"And how am I going to get those powers if all of the Specials are dead? I can't die...but I'd be sure without a hobby." Peter looked enraged by his mere presence so the last sentence did not go over well. He restrained himself, turning to Rene. "Rene, what are the four of us going to do? There are thousands, maybe millions of people out there who are Specials. What can we do to help them, when the C.E.O.S. has a head start on research." Rene looked at him assuringly and turned back to the car. "Your mother and I worked out a plan before I was taken by them." Peter took a step back, shocked to hear the news. As if his Mother was still alive. Sylar hopped off the car, almost childlike.
"Come on kiddies, the not-so silent Haitian has a plan and more juicy details."
Peter and Claire stared at one another as Sylar and Rene got back into the car.
"At least the Haitian can shut off his powers when we are near him." Claire shrugged sadly. The two both entered the car.