A Clear And Present Danger, 3x14(Part 2)

Meredith stared out at the vast ocean before her. Noah had bought her a plane ticket to Boston, and had given her a hundred grand, just in case she needed to run. He'd also given her an untraceable phone, so he could contact her if he had any news about Claire. She winced and closed her eyes. Claire. She felt the heat burning in her hands and she tried to calm her self down. She had given herself up, to that..that monster! Unwelcome flashbacks of the dead bodies at Pinehearst flooded her mind. Would Claire be one of them by now? A flame burst into her hand and she quickly extinguished it. She hadn't even gotten to tell Claire she loved her. A tear slid down her cheek. You never really know what someone means to you until their gone, Meredith thought wryly to herself. It had happened when she had lost Claire as a baby, and it was happening again. Claire slipped through her fingers every single time, and it hurt. She closed her eyes, and leaned back onto the sand. Please, if there's a god out there, Meredith prayed silently, let Claire be okay. And let me see her again.

10 minutes later, the phone Noah had given her beeped. She searched her handbag frantically for it, tossing out half the contents onto the sand around her. Be okay, be okay, be okay, Meredith chanted silently as she fumbled with the phone, fingers shaking. She frowned at the message. It wasn't from Noah.

Claire is safe. You will find her and Sylar at Samson Gray's house in Newark, New Jersey,
5 hours from now. Help them. The address is:
421 Washington St. Be careful.-M.S

One part of her, like around 20 percent of her was relieved that Claire was okay, 80 percent of her was wondering what the hell was going on, and who this M.S was. She thought of Claire, then picked up her car keys. She had bought an old Chevy truck a few miles back, for $300. It was old and worn, but it'd be able to get her to Newark. It was only about about four hours from here. Meredith pulled herself to her feet, wiped away her tears and got in the truck, a disturbingly grim expression on her face. It was time to get her daughter back.

Matt paced back and forth. This was really getting tiring. The last person he wanted to see was Usutu. No offence to the guy, it was nothing personal. He wanted something normal. He didn't want an African pre-cog only he could see showing up in his kitchen. But, unfortunately, you can't always get what you want. He raised his cup of water to his lips and downed it, closing his eyes. Maybe he was really just hallucinating. But when he opened his eyes again, Usutu was still standing there. Sighing, he walked towards him, almost tripping over his turtle as he did so. He rubbed his eyes, leaning down towards it. "How the hell did you get out of your tank?" He wondered aloud, then deciding he was too tired to bother, stepped over it and walked over to Usutu.

"How did you get into my apartment? What are you doing here?" Matt couldn't help the hostility in his voice. He tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, waiting for an answer. "I came to deliver a message." Parkman sighed and rubbed his eyes, barely restraining his anger. "It's kinda a long trip, for a message, don't you think?" An amused smile flitted over Usutu's face. "I'm not really here, Parkman. It's an illusion. Like," He gestured to the room around them. "Life." Matt fell onto the chair beside the coffee table, head in hands. It was way too early in the morning for cryptic messages and disappearing and appearing African men. "It's best not to make this anymore difficult than it has to be," Usutu continued. "There are things you'll come to know, along the way of this journey." At this, Parkman was indignant. "No, no, no, no. I've taken way too many journeys already."

Usutu's brown-almost-black eyes regarded him calmly, as if he were a misbehaving toddler. "I know it's difficult to understand, Parkman. But I went through the same thing when it happened to me." Parkman stepped closer to Usutu, eyes blazing. "When what happened to you?"

"The calling." Usutu stated clearly, unfazed by Matt's growing anger and frustration. "To be a prophet. You've been chosen." Matt's eyes widened and he waved his hands about like a drowning bird. "No, no, no, no. I didn't ask to be chosen for anything. All I want is to have a normal life!" Matt was screaming and he was glad Daphne had went out. She'd probably think he was crazy right now. Maybe he was.

"But you're not normal, Parkman." Matt scoffed. Truer words had never been spoken. "And you've known that for a while." Matt ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. All he wanted was to be normal..A life without complications. "The world needs you to tell them the future." Usutu continued. Matt looked at him like he was crazy. He wasn't a pre-cog. He wasn't Isaac-fucking-Mendez! What the hell was Usutu talking about?

"The future?" Matt asked incredulously. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"You'll paint it." There was no doubt in the former pre-cog's voice.

"Paint it?" Matt yelled incredulously. "I can't even draw!"

"You will learn." Usutu's voice was impatient now, so Matt sat at his desk and picked up a pencil and a paper. "Fine..." He said, resigned. "So what am I supposed to..." He trailed off as his eyes glossed over. He didn't see Usutu disappear, he didn't see wind knock over the taxes he had been doing, he saw...Blood.

"Ah..There you are, Ando." Hiro smiled and slipped on his headphones. He had been waiting for Ando to stop moving for over an hour. He refused to talk to Ando while he was riding the bike. His father had always told him, never talk on the phone while you are driving. Till this day, Hiro never broke this rule.

"Ando, this is Hiro. Come in!" Hiro still didn't get any response. "I know you're there. Just talk to me." Hiro pleaded. When he still didn't get any response, he sighed. Ando could be so difficult sometimes. Finally, Hiro caved. "Alright, I'm sorry I shot you in the arm, but you'll thank me, I promise!" On the other side of the line, Ando rolled his eyes. He was certain he'd never thank Hiro.

"No, I won't." Hiro smiled as Ando's voice crackled over the headphones. He knew he could get him to talk to him!

"I knew that would work!" Hiro exclaimed triumphantly. "Where are you?"

"I'm fighting crime, just like you asked me to." Ando replied in a monotone as he glanced around him. Well, I'm not exactly lying, Ando thought to himself, while looking at the short asian girl in front of him and smiling. Looking that good should be criminal!

"I'm looking at you and the Ando-cycle right now." Hiro said, grinning. I knew I could convince him, Hiro thought to himself smilingly. He frowned as he zoomed in on Ando's location. He wasn't fighting crime, he was...Hiro put his head in his hands, ashamed. "You're not fighting crime. You're at a strip club!" Hiro's irate voice accused over the earpiece. Ando rolled his eyes as he made small-talk with one of the girls. "You should be using your powers for good, not to pick up girls!" Hiro sounded absolutely disgusted with him. "The Ando-cycle is a chick magnet." He whispered softly, hoping none of the girls would hear him and that after hearing that, Hiro would just shut up and let him enjoy this...

"You have a destiny, just as I did..." Hiro ranted, and Ando's dreams of silence from him were crushed. "A sacred duty to use your powers to do great things in the world!" Hiro's voice grew higher and louder, and for the first time, Ando understood just how angry Hiro was at him. He wasn't angry because he had powers and Hiro didn't. He was angry because he had been given powers, and wasn't doing any good with it.

"To fight injustice wherever you find-" Ando moved aside as one of the girls climbed onto his bike. He would apologise to Hiro and everything would be okay and...He heard yelling over the headphones, then screaming. Then silence. "Hiro? Are you okay?" His brow creased as he waited for a response. "Hiro?!What's going on?!" He shoo-ed the girl off his bike and slid on the helmet. He had to find Hiro! He disappeared from the strip club in a haze of gravel and dirt. As Hiro would have said if he had been there, he looked bad-ass.

Peter sighed in contentment as he walked into his apartment. He had just enough time for a 30-minute nap before having to go meet Nathan. He dropped his mail on his table and shrugged off his coat, rubbing his eyes. God, he was exhausted. He scrolled through his phone messages, hoping to see something from Claire. He was really getting worried about her. She ussually sent him at least one message per week, if she didn't get the chance to call. Or at least an email. But since that night when Pinehearst; nothing. The only thing his mom had said was that Claire had been a little shaken and probably wouldn't be calling for a while. Maybe I should offer to send her to therapy, Peter thought to himself. Then he noticed he wasn't alone.

Nathan was standing there, in his living room, hands on his hips; waiting. Like a predator stalking it's prey. Peter glanced around the room suspiciously. He didn't know what he was looking for exactly, he just knew that he was missing something. Nathan's voice drew him out of his thoughts.

"I know we have dinner plans, there are just somethings I need to talk to you about that can't wait." Peter studied his brother's face carefully. There was something off. He had that look on his face; the same look on his face he'd had when he had broken Peter's toy plane when he was five, the same look he had everytime he was about to do something Peter disapproved of.

"Okay.." He replied uncertainly, running a hand through his hair.

"I can only imagine how you feel about me..After, urm..Disowning you the way I did." Nathan stuttered awkwardly and Peter's brow furrowed. Was Nathan about to apologize? Nathan didn't apologize!

"I was selfish, arrogant," He hesitated, "obsessive." The corners of Peter's mouth quirked up. It felt so good when he admitted it.

"Those are your better qualities, Nathan." He couldn't resist thee jab. Nathan just brushed it off, though.

"I know it hasn't been easy, losing me as a brother and a friend. But what I'm doing," Nathan took a step closer to Peter, eyes wide with sincerity, "It's hugely important for this country." He smiled slightly. "For the world." Peter's eyebrows raised and he gave Nathan a sceptical look. It was weird. Only a few weeks ago, Nathan had wanted to give powers to people. Now, he wanted to contain people with powers. If that wasn't indecision, what was?

"I want you to understand that, before you make a decision, that may change your life forever." Nathan continued emotionally.

"I'm not making any decisions." Peter said heatedly. "I'm just trying to live my life as normally as I can." He turned away from Nathan and walked out of his living room, turning the lock on his front door to prevent anyone from interuppting their, urm...Discussion.

"That's just it, Pete." Nathan's voice echoed all around him. "You're not normal." Neither are you! Peter felt like screaming, but he knew it would be no use. Nathan, like his mom, just conveniently 'forgot' things when it suited them.

"Pete." Peter turned to look at Nathan, eyes flashing with anger. "Tell me you understand that so I can provide you with the protection that you need." A bitter chuckle escaped Peter. Nathan was using his 'campaign' voice on Peter, like he was just another investor he could persuade with his smooth voice and big words. He placed a hand on Peter's chest and he flinched. "Tell me." His voice had softened slightly.

"Understand?" Peter asked angrily. "Why are you asking me this?" He moved away from Nathan, searching his face for clues. "What is it you're looking for me to say?"

Nathan smiled slightly. Peter was getting better at reading him. "I'm looking for you to say you're with me, and then I'm gone." Nathan promised. Peter's face went completely stony, and he knew, he just knew what he would say. Really, he had known from the beginning, but he had just wanted to give it a shot.

"I can't do that." Peter shook his head stubbornly. "No, I won't do that." He corrected. "I don't know what you're up to, but if it's what I think it is," Peter cocked his head to the side an studied Nathan carefully, as if trying to convince himself that his brother, his hero, would never do that. "Then I'm going to fight you with every breath that I have, I swear to god." He glared at Nathan through narrowed eyes, and Nathan almost stepped back at Peter's menancing tone. Who knew Pete could do 'Sylar' scary?

Nathan nodded slowly, and stepped back in disappointment. "Okay." He whispered, nodding at Noah, who was standing behind Peter, poised for action. He smiled at Peter sadly. "Hey, can you give your big brother a hug?" He held his arms wide open, knowing this was possibly the last time he'd ever get to hug Peter like this, the last time Pete might ever allow him to.

Peter looked solemn, but he could see the corners of his mouth lift into a smile. Nathan's heart hurt as he wrapped his arms around his younger brother. When he pulled away, it was like a new world era had begun, or at least, that was how it felt to Nathan. He gave a Noah a nod and then a small smile and Noah plunged forward, sticking the taser onto the spot behind Peter's ear. Peter gave a small yell of surprise before his eyes closed and he fell forward into Nathan's ready arms. "I'm sorry, Pete." He whispered softly into Peter's hair, before setting him gently down on the red vinyl chair their mom had given Peter last Christmas. He turned to Noah, who was staring intently at them.

"Any news on Claire?" Noah enquired after a pregnant pause. Nathan shook his head, eyes darkening slightly. It wasn't true, they actually had a team going forward to take Sylar and Claire down today, but he wasn't going to tell Bennet that. He didn't him to lose focus, not today. "I've got my best man working on it." Nathan turned to leave but Noah stopped him. "I'm your best man." Noah stated, stepping closer to Nathan. "I'm the only man whose ever succesfully captured Sylar. I should be the one to go get my daughter." Noah fought to keep control of his emotions, but he could feel them bubbling up inside him, forcing themselves to the forefront. One look at Nathan's face and it was obvious he'd made some kind of mistake.

"In case you've forgotten, Mr. Bennet," Nathan said in a monotone, "Claire is also my daughter. And you are more needed here, unless you have solid proof that you know where Claire is." Nathan raised his eyebrows and smirked when Noah didn't say anything. "I thought so." He turned and walked away from a seething Noah. "Don't hurt him," Nathan called as he left the room. Noah's fists clenched. He really hated that guy.

Meredith watched them from her perch behind the wheel of her beaten-up Chevy truck. Claire looked fine; she didn't look distressed at all. Sylar on the other hand...His shoulders were tense and he wore an expression that was halfway between tormented and sadness. She looked at the sign that hung in front of the old-ish house. "Samson...Samson Gray..." She read. Sylar stopped in his tracks and glanced around him suspiciously, seeming to look right at her truck. "Crap!" She ducked down in her seat. She vaguely remembered the powers Noah told her he had. What were they again? She listed them off in her head as she held her breath and waited to see if he made a move towards her.

Telekenisis, Sound Manipulation, Freezing...Enhanced Hearing. So that's how he heard her. She waited until he walked into the house, closely followed by Claire before getting out of the truck and running towards the house. Before she could get very far, though, she felt something stick to the back of her neck, then steady flow of pain and something electric ran through her and the ground rose up to meet her.

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Claire stepped hesitantly through the doors of the dusty, unlit house that according to Sylar belonged to his birth father. She wasn't sure what to expect and that and something else was putting her on edge. Something felt...Wrong. She would give anything to be back at Target right now, with it's big, bright lights and un-dust filled shelves. It also lacked fathers of creepy, annoying, murderous serial killers. That was a definite plus.

Samson Gray's house was filled with weird, stuffed animals and she couldn't help but cringe as she walked by a stuffed squirrell. Taxidermy had always creeped her out and as a rule, she was strictly against cutting animals open and stuffing them. But of course, that was just her opinion. No wonder their related, she mused, they both enjoy cutting living things open. Sylar was a few steps in front of her, staring at something on the mantel. She moved closer to him to peer over his shoulder. What she saw made her smile unconciously. It was a picture of a little boy wearing huge black glasses staring up at the camera and smiling. He had dark hair and huge, brown eyes. He looked vaguely familiar... "Sylar..." He turned to look at her curiously. His posture went rigid and his shoulders tensed. He turned toward her with something dark in his eyes. Claire stared back at him, green eyes wide with confusion. "Is that you?" She whispered, resting a hand on the wooden frame. His eyes darkened even more, and he turned away, sending the photo frame crashing into the wall behind Claire and dismissing the topic. Claire couldn't help herself as she bent down to pick up the pieces of glass on the floor. She carefuly folded the crumpled photo into her pocket. Behind her, she heard Sylar hiss and she turned to face him in panic, finding him huddled over the mantel place.

"What's wrong?" She whispered, hurriedly making her way over to him. She felt her heart beating harder, and she could feel her instincts begging her to run. He held up a still burning ciggarette. "Someone's here." He sneered. "What do you-" She didn't get to finish her sentence as she felt a jolt of electricity bolt through her. She cried out as she felt another jolt sweep through her, trying to keep her eyes open, her hands blindly groping in front of her for something to keep her upright. Through the small opening in her eyes, she could see bolts of blue lightning shoot out from the palms of Sylar's hands and the taser thingies fly backward and away from him. She heard him saying something in a threatening voice and she can hear someone crying out in pain. Must..Stop him...from... hurting people...Was all Claire was able to think as she forced herself to open her eyes, and pushed herself up from the floor.

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"Sylar, put him down!" Claire had just got to her feet, but she was already going around being good. Urgh. He couldn't help but smile a little, though. He always found it terribly cute when she was mad. He ignored her and focused on the man in front of him.

"Who are you?" Sylar demanded, brown eyes fading into black. Claire noted this, dread flooding her veins. Gone was his easy-going persona from only a few hours ago, and here was the monster. The man who Sylar was holding in the air didn't respond to his question, but instead glared at him through slitted eyes, as if he was trying to glare him into the ground. Oh honey, Claire felt like saying to the poor man, I've tried that: sooo doesn't work. Sylar glared back, and she could feel his temper flaring when the man didn't answer the question. He raised his finger threateningly, and Claire felt her heart slow. She remembered that little move all too well. She lunged forward, knocking his arm away and breaking his concentration. The agent fell to the floor in a heap, groaning loudly as he hit the floor. Sylar turned to her with blazing eyes. "What the hell was that?" He hissed, stepping towards her and effectively backing her into the wall. "I'm not going to let you hurt him, or anyone." Her green eyes were alight with the same fire his was. She stepped forward and pushed him away from her, but he caught her wrist and pulled her back to him, staring into her eyes and making sure she got the message clearly.

"There's a reason you were scared of me, Claire. There's a reason your parents always taught you not to play with fire." His tone was serious, taunting, and scary but Claire refused to back down. She would never, ever back away from him, show him she was scared. Not anymore.

She pulled her hand away from him with a snarl. "I don't play with fire. I fight with it."

She turned away from him, and stomped towards the agent Sylar had just(accidentally) released. She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him to his feet, pushing him into a dusty old chair. "Who are you?" Claire asked evenly. The man didn't reply her and Claire slammed her foot down on the ground, making him flinch. "Agent Simmons." He choked out. "Agent Daniel Simmons." She threw Sylar a mocking look over her shoulder. Ha ha, I got him to talk before you did. Sylar just rolled his eyes at her, and walked closer until he was standing right behind her. "Who sent you?" Claire asked in the same emotionless tone. Agent Simmons just glared at her from his position on the chair. "The girl asked you a question." Sylar's menancing tone rang through the room. Claire cleared her throat. "Fine, the woman," Sylar corrected, rolling his eyes, "Asked you a question." The silence that followed made Claire want to scream. Sylar held up a hand and slammed the agent's head back into the wall. "Sylar, stop that!" He ignored her and repeated the motion. Blood spurted from Agent Simmons nose. Sylar's grin widened and he held up his hand to repeat the motion, but felt a hand holding him back. Claire. She was really starting to get on his nerves. Wasn't she supposed to be the hostage? He flicked his fingers and she was sent sprawling to the other side of the room. He held her there, and focused on the man in front of him. "Sylar, let me go!" The corners of his mouth quirked up as he watched her struggle against the telekenetic bonds out of the corner of his eye.

"Now, Agent Simmons," He mocked, pulling out a chair. "Where is the man who lives in this house? Where's Mr. Gray?"

"I don't know." Agent Simmons gasped for air, wanting to cradle his probably broken nose, but unable to because of the telekinetic bonds that were holding him down.

Sylar concentrated, waiting for the telltale tingle, but there was none. "No lies. Next question. I walked into a trap. Who sent you?" Immediately, the man's eyes closed off and his mouth shut. It was obvious he had been well trained, Sylar was guessing Special Forces, Navy...

"A challenge? Fine, I like a challenge." Sylar could hear Claire's struggling grow wilder behind him, and he almost laughed. He raised his finger to the man's head, drawing a faint line over the man's forehead. Agent Simmons yelped in pain, and Claire 'attacked' him with curses and swears. The noise around him distracted him from noticing that another person had arrived. "Let them go, Sylar." A woman's voice called from behind him.

He heard Claire gasp behind him and he turned to face the uninvited stranger behind him. His grin came back in full force. "Ah, Meredith. How nice of you to join us." Meredith glared at him, the tips of her fingers turning red and small sparks flying from them. The two agents that were holding her flinched, and stepped away slightly. "Let Simmons go, and we'll give you the girl. We know she's that ones mother." One of them spoke up, voice shaking, as they nodded towards Claire."And if I don't?" Sylar ignored Claire's pleading eyes.

"We'll kill her and...and make you watch!" The agents were obviously younger and less trained than Simmons, that much was obvious. They obviously hadn't learnt yet that you never, ever threaten a serial killer. Mostly, because thery're mad and unpredictable. Sylar shrugged casually.

"Go right ahead. I might actually do it myself. I would just love to see how that little brain of hers works." He walked over to the immobile Claire, who glared up at his looming form, fire practically shooting from her gaze. "In fact, if it wasn't for her," He wrapped an arm around Claire's shoulder, leaning in close to her hair and taking a big whiff, then sighing in contentment. Ahh...She smelled like strawberries. He turned back to the two agents and a fuming Meredith. "I probably would have done it already." If the two agents weren't trembling in their boots already, they certainly were now.

Bravely, one of them stepped forward. "Look, we're not leaving here without Simmons." Sylar sneered at him in response.

"Now that's one thing you don't see everyday. Loyalty." He smirked and waved his hands and three more chairs were pulled out, Meredith and the two agents immediately falling into them. "I respect that."

Matt gasped as he stepped out his trance. He only remembered vaguely seeing the bright red of blood. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing the nearest drawing.

The first one was someone who was quite obviously Noah Bennet talking to what looked like Molly's friend Micah, from Kirby Plaza in the middle of a fiery clearing. The second one was of Daphne. His breath caught in his throat. She was standing in front of a rock, blood spurting out of her. He sank into a chair. Their life together had barely even started yet. He swallowed. He had to save her.

He turned to the third drawing. It wasn't really much help. It was of a blond-haired girl kissing a dark-haired man that vaguely resembled Claire Bennet and Sylar in front of the 'Olympic Coffee Shop & Diner'. He couldn't really care less right now. The fourth drawing was...Horrific. There was so much blood, he could only make out the vague shapes of bodies among the crimson that covered the paper. The last one was him, slumped over on his table. Before he could react, he felt something sting his neck, and a jolt of pain. The world faded into black.

Micah hid behind one of the huge, black SUV's that crowded the small warehouse from where the plane was taking off from, clutching his laptop tightly to his chest. His mom would have totally yelled at him now. His lips lifted slightly when he thought about his mom. All his mom had ever wanted was for them to live a normal, happy life. He snorted. He didn't see that happening any time soon.

His dad would be proud of him, he knew. He had been helping re-unite families, helping Monica save people...Just this morning, he had helped Meredith Gordon find her daughter, Claire, another one of them. His dad would have been really proud of that.

He opened his computer, hoping this would work. He already knew which people would be on the flight. His Nana, Damon, Tracy Strauss, Peter Petrelli, Hiro Nakamura, Matt Parkman, Sparrow Redhouse, Mohinder Suresh and about 12 more people. He was going to save them. Him.

He slid down to the floor, leaning against the black SUV. He had already planted a bug into the mainframe of the plane, so he knew exactly how to bring it down. He had already figured out a way to stop the amount of the flow of drugs that were being administered, so they would all be able to get out freely...If everything went according to plan.

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Micah took a deep breath. They were exactly over the point where he wanted to bring down the plane. Somewhere near enough so that he could get there and make sure his family was okay, and somewhere big enough so that all the Specials could run without being pegged down immediately. He took a deep breath and hit the key.

"There are things you wish for before big moments. I wish my friends were here. I wish my parents were different. I wish there was someone who got what was happening, and could just look at me and tell me we weren't crazy, that we weren't being stupid. Someone to say "I'm proud of you, and I got your back… no matter what." - Haley Graham"

Monica used to show him that quote all the time, to remind him that no matter what; she was always going to be there for him. Forever. He had to save her. He had to. Beeping from his computer jerked him out of his thoughts. "Oh shit!" He cursed, and tried to configure the landing for the plane. Something had went wrong...Only he had no idea what. The plane was supposed to be able to land properly, but the status said one of the engines had broken off, or something like that...How did an engine break off?

Exactly 3 miles away, Peter figured out what Tracy's power was.

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Micah's lungs were burning, but he didn't stop running. He could see the flames from here...Shit! This was worse than he anticipated. He was almost at the crash sight...

"Stop right there." A familiar voice called from behind him. He heard the sound of a gun cocking and he froze. "Turn around." The voice commanded. Slowly, Micah turned. He knew this guy.

"You're Claire's adoptive father..." He breathed, remembering Claire's case file from this morning. His face turned from one of surprise to anger. "And you're still doing this? You're turning your back on your own daughter!" Accusation and disgust dripped from Micah's tone, and Noah can't help but cringe. They don't understand; he isn't turning his back on Claire; he's ensuring her safety. They can work on stopping Nathan later. And if that means he has to live in a morally grey world for a while, he doesn't care.

"I would never do that to Claire." His voice is slow and calm. Micah's about to retort when Noah lowers the gun. Micah stared at him, brown eyes wide.

"You're letting me go?" He gasped.

Noah just glances around them, checking to see if anyone's noticed them yet. "Just remember; when you play with fire, you might get burnt." He could have imagined it, but a small smile settled over Noah's face. "I used to tell my daughter that all the time." Micah can only nod, unable to believe his luck.

"Now, run!" When Micah doesn't move, Noah shouts again. "Run!" Micah took off, running through the trees and only looking back once. Noah is still standing there, staring after him with a semi-proud expression. For the first time since he found out about Building 26, Micah smiles. Now both of them are heroes.

Hey there! Sorry this took a little longer than usual, it's just that there were so many puzzle pieces to put together and I was really afraid of making a mistake, so here it is...*trumpets* Chapter 3! Feeling very proud right now:)

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