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"Fillmore Utah"

-MATT PARKMAN-

The black Buick slowed to a halt near a barn in the middle of nowhere. A small plane waited there. Outside was a humid early evening, and a few drops of rain began to fall. Matt watched as the drops splashed onto the tinted windshield. Rene turned his head at an angle only slightly to glance at Parkman,

"You two, go meet with the pilot to let him know it's us. We have to have clearance first." The two agents up front listened, and moved instantly. After they shut the doors, Rene turned completely towards Matt. Matt just sat, looking straight ahead sullenly,

"Listen Parkman, were going to hand you over to the pilot and a few other agents. They will take you to Primatech." Rene bit his lip, questioning what he was about to do. He reached into his pocket, "Here." Rene said quietly pulling out a white band, "Hold out you wrist." Matt didn't move,

"Why? What is that?" He questioned the Haitian, "The Company designed it. It's an ability blocker. I have to put it on you."

Matt sighed, holding out his hand reluctantly. Rene wrapped it loosely around Matt's wrist, making it easily removable with a little squeezing and pulling,

"It's not too sturdy." Matt stated, observing the band,

"In the cells, there is nothing to break it with. Now, when you get to Primatech, you will be able to remove it, and then when the moment comes, do what you must." Matt raised his brow at Rene; a hopeful, happy confusion spreading about him,

"How did you-"

Rene cut him off, "Don't ask questions Parkman. I've learned over the years that asking to many questions can get one in trouble. For a long time, I was better off not speaking at all; but I cannot remain silent any longer. Good luck." Parkman's door opened, three Agents awaited him outside. The rain began to come down harder now, and it could be heard pinging on the metal of the car. The new agents escorted Matt up the steps leading to the plane. Once inside handcuffs were snapped onto his wrists, covering the loose ability blocker. The plane's engine started up, causing whole structure to vibrate. There was a single window next to where Matt sat. He looked out of the water stained glass, and saw Rene standing outside the car. Rene nodded to Matt as the plane began to inch forward.

The plane took off with Matt sitting uncomfortably between two agents. Just like the previous two, they had said nothing so far. Everyone just sat quietly. Matt took the long silence as an opportunity to think about what would be happening. Was his dream just a dream?

"The last one wasn't entirely accurate, but it was still technically right." He reflected, "Should I trust this one? It is Sylar we are talking about here." Matt continued his contemplation, "I guess time will tell." Matt mused. One of the agents came from out of the cog pit,

"Williams said we gotta go through a big storm. He's gonna be takin it nice 'n slow. If it gets too bad, he says we'll have to land her until it blows over." He said taking his seat,

"And it looks like I've got plenty of time to spare."

"Primatech"

-GABRIEL AND CLAIRE-

After being pushed around for three flights, Gabriel finally found himself on level five. He was shoved through the entrance to the long hallway, and continued on until he reached the last door. The two strong men ripped him inside after entering the room access code. One stood next to the large metal door as the other unlocked his cuffs. Gabriel rubbed the sore spots once the metal came off of his wrists; that's when he noticed the white band that had been placed tightly around his left one.

"Hmmm. This is a little to flimsy to be an ID tag." He looked at the white material from every angle he could, "Strange. It doesn't say anything."

The agents slammed the heavy door as they left. One stayed for a moment before leaving, "Sanchez will be by to collect what you are wearing, put on those sweats laying on the bed."

Gabriel glanced towards the concrete slab Primatech called a "bed" and noted the usual light gray wife beater and prison sweats. He wandered to the glass to watch the agents leave. Before he could turn away, the cell across from his caught his attention. There was a blonde girl inside, sitting towards the far wall on the "bed" wearing the Primatech issued clothing.

"Is that…is that Claire? No way. Noah wouldn't do that. I wish I could see better." It looked like it could be Claire but he couldn't tell for sure. Since he had lost his powers everything had seemed a little fuzzy. One of the first powers he had stolen after discovering his ability was advanced sight; before that he had needed glasses. He threw them away a long time ago, but he didn't mind not having to wear them; he always felt like they didn't look good on him anyway.

"Claire?" He asked carefully to the woman's back. She raised her head slightly, acknowledging what she heard,

Gabriel spoke a little more surely this time, "Claire?" Now the blonde turned completely, confirming that it was in fact Claire Bennet. She noticed him, then simply groaned and turned back around. Gabriel smirked, taking the opportunity to start up one of their infamous banters,

"Ah, there's that wonderful Claire Bennet charm we all know and love." He stated to her back. She didn't reply, "Come on Claire," Gabriel pushed further, leaning against the concrete slab, "Were stuck here together for a little while at the least. I said it to your Uncle and I'll say it to you, you can't go forever without talking to me."

"Wanna bet?" Claire muttered under her breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. I was talking to myself."

"What about?"

Claire three quarter turned to look at him, furrowing her eyebrows. She eyed him for a moment, trying to get inside his head; she could never figure him out. Then again, who could understand a psychopath except another psychopath?

"Oh, just about how lucky I am to be living so much closer to you now."She said sarcastically, "As if across the street wasn't close enough."

"What are you doing here?" Gabriel asked, ignoring her snide remark," I figured 'daddy' would have had you on a plane home by now."

Claire shrugged staring off into space, "I told him to treat me like all the others." She returned her gaze back to his. Claire scrunched her nose, "I think I might have just disowned him."

Gabriel turned around grabbing the change of clothes, still listening as Claire went on, "

"I don't know why I was ever dumb enough to think he would let this whole agent thing go." She shook her head, "If he doesn't change now, I don't think he ever will. He's being a company man, just like always."

"Once a company man, always a company man." Gabriel stated, unbuttoning his black flannel. Claire noticed that he was un-dressing, and averted her eyes immediately,

"Uh, thanks for the warning." She claimed sternly,

"What, you've never seen a shirtless guy before miss innocent?" He asked undoing the last of the clear buttons on his shirt. He noticed a large purple bruise forming in his abdomen from earlier,

"It's not that. I just don't…" She trailed off trying to explain her feelings, "It would just be weird. Okay?"

"Your loss." He teased, slipping the clean shirt over his head, "Speaking of you and shirtless people, whatever happened to Gretchen?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked irritably. Claire wasn't ready for that. It had been a while since she had thought about Gretchen,

"Well, you know, you two were…. you two. I just assumed-"

"You assumed wrong. Nothing ever went that far. It was a silly college thing, and once all the attention started from jumping off of that Ferris wheel, she was gone. I don't blame her." Claire said, feeling a little too vulnerable, but Claire had hidden her feelings away for so long, it felt nice to let some of it out. Even if it was with Sylar.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He replied genuinely. Claire just shrugged. The two sat in silence for a moment, "I wonder how Noah found out about the reservation?"

"He said that they got a call from a girl or something…"

"Hmmmm. That's weird." Gabriel stated with a confused look. They took another awkward moment of silence, "You know, I've got an idea that could help us get to know one another a little better. We could play that question game. Uh, what was that called?" Gabriel suggested, running a hand through his dark hair as he tried to remember the title,

"Twenty questions? What are you, 10?" Claire asked narrowing her eyes,

"Nope, I'm 32. Now you've got 19 questions. My turn." Gabriel smiled at his own wit; Claire just rolled her eyes, "Why did you jump off the Ferris wheel?" He asked lifting himself onto the slab. He kept his gaze fixed on her with a raised brow, and a hint of a smile. Claire cautiously turned back to him, pulling her knees up to her chest, and resting her chin on them. She contemplated being honest. A fear approached her thoughts: when they get out, if they get out, will he use what she tells him against her?

Claire didn't have much time to contemplate. The inmates all heard the sound of the swinging doors pushed open forcefully,

"Okay! Everyone who has old clothes, fold them up and place them in the beds! I'm collecting them now! If you don't follow instructions, you'll be dealing with me!" A voice rang out. Claire hopped off from her slab and went to the glass to see who had entered,

"Damn. It's the guy who was attacking the kids at the reservation…"

"Yeah, Sanchez." Gabriel rubbed his sore abdomen, "He and I are sadly already acquainted."

Sanchez continued to stroll down the long hall. No one so far had any of their old clothes. His anticipation continued in an upward incline as he got closer to the other end. Sanchez finally reached the last two, peeking into the left one first,

"You!" Sanchez asserted, speaking to Claire. Claire stared back at him blankly, "What's your name?"

"Claire Gordon." She lied. Gabriel glanced at her questioningly. Sanchez eyed her with a mischievous smile, saying nothing further. He turned on his heel to the very last cell. He peered in at Gabriel, who glared back,

"How are you liking your new accommodations?" Sanchez asked with a fake smile. Gabriel gazed around the room with a plain look. He then pulled his eyes back to Sanchez with a one shoulder shrug,

"A little small for my taste." Gabriel retorted, flashing the agent and equally fake grin.

Claire watched the two men; the feeling between them was a little unsettling to her. She didn't like where this might be going. Sanchez stepped to the side, putting in the access code for Gabriel's cell. The door swung open, and the agent prowled inside. The two didn't speak as Sanchez grabbed Gabriel's clothes, and set them outside of the cell. Sanchez then went back inside, staring Gabriel down as he shut the door, leaving them both inside,

Sanchez pulled out a baton, much like one a police officer would use. The agent patted the stick in his left hand threateningly, "I think this would be the perfect opportunity for a little lesson in respect."

"Primatech- Bennet's office"

-NOAH AND ANGELA-

Noah sat at his desk with his head in his hands,

"I've stuck myself in a corner, and I have nowhere to go." He remarked to himself. He was getting towards his wits end, and he didn't know how much more stress he could take. Noah's door opened quickly as Angela sauntered in. She shut the door behind her, ensuring privacy,

"Noah. Where's Claire?" She asked in a distressful tone. Noah just shook his head without making eye contact with her. Angela took a seat in the comfortable chair that was placed on the other side of Bennet's desk,

"Noah, what's going on?" Angela couldn't contain her irritation,

"Level 5." Noah replied, his head still in his hands. Angela was taken back,

"What do you mean, 'Level 5'?" Her voice was getting edgier.

"I mean she's on level 5, in a cell!" Noah shouted, finally meeting Angela's eyes. Angela shook her head in disbelief,

"Why?"

Noah gritted his teeth, attempting to gain control of his emotions, "She said she wanted to be treated, like everyone else."

"But level 5? Noah you're not thinking clearly."

Noah banged his fist on the desk, "I'm thinking perfectly clear! Level 5 has the most surveillance! I can watch her from there, and make sure she stays safe."

Angela glared at Noah. She tried wrapping her head around what Noah was thinking,

"And what about Sylar?"

Bennet cocked his head, surprised by the conversation shift, "What about him?"

"I know what you are planning Noah. You cannot go through with this, and keep track of Claire at the same time." Angela stated, her voice steady again. Noah's mind began to buckle. Tears began to well up in his eyes,

"I want him to suffer! Just like I have for the past year!"

Angela tilted her head to the floor, closing her eyes. She didn't like seeing what this had done to Noah,

"I didn't expect Claire to end up here!" Noah exclaimed, a tear escaping his eye. Angela stood, carefully approaching him,

"You have to let this go, and take care of Claire. We also have to focus on getting escaped inmate 349 back. You're obsessed Noah, and it's breaking you-"

"I Can't!" Noah yelled squeezing the edge of his desk tightly. Angela stepped away from him. She had never seen him so upset before,

Noah saw that he had frightened her, and tried to calm down, "I just can't." He whispered, "He's taken everything from me."

Angela folded her hands together in front of her, "You need rest Noah; time to think." The door opened silently behind her. It was Mohinder,

"Bennet, we need you." Mohinder declared. Angela continued to stare at Noah, a worried expression painted on her face,

"What for?" Noah questioned, his voice a little shaky,

"It's time."

Angela shook her head, pleading him not to follow through with his plan. Bennet looked from her to Mohinder, "Let's go."

"Medford, Oregon"

-INMATE 349-

A man in a long brown trench coat walked down a back alley, assuring that he was out of sight. His newly shaved face felt cold against the Oregon wind, as it pulled at his dark gray, thick hair. His almost black eyes darted from left to right. He had an overwhelming feeling that he was being followed. He glanced behind him for a moment, but saw no one,

"I know you're here." He said to the air. He smiled darkly. Why don't we make this easy? You come out from your hiding place, and then I'll kill you real quick. A beautiful blonde woman stood from behind an old beat up Camry that was parked in the alley. She was dressed in a black pant suit with white pinstripes. Her smile was bright, and her eyes showed how impressed she was,

"Very good." She replied, giving him a little golf clap, "You have great perception. I'm the agent that's here to take you back to Primatech." She finished, examining her nails,

"Oh don't you worry, I have a feeling I'll be heading back there soon. Just not yet. I was supposed to meet a young friend here." The fugitive explained, shrugging, "To bad right?"

The agent snickered, "I'm afraid that won't be happening today… uh what was your name again?" She smiled, raising her brow.

"Call me Sam." He replied, placing a hand on his chest, "And you are?"

"Just call me agent Peirce."

"Well agent Peirce, sadly, I won't be going with you. As much as I'd love to follow a beautiful woman like you, I can't." He raised his hand, trying to telekinetically push her into a wall, but nothing happened. His smile disappeared as hers grew into smug satisfaction,

"You have a power?" He said furrowing his brow, "What is it? Ability blocking?"

"No, your ability is still on, it just doesn't work on me." She put her hands on her hips saucily, "The technical term is 'invulnerability'."

Sam smiled wickedly, "is that right?" He nodded looking her up and down, "I hope we can meet again someday. And something tells me we will."

Agent Peirce's smile vanished, turning to a bewildered expression. She suddenly was on high alert, pulling out her tazer. Sam turned sprinting quickly back down the alley. Peirce pulled the trigger, barely missing the man. She growled, sprinting after him. She watched him turn the corner out of sight. She pursued him, gaining ground; she turned the corner, but stopped in her tracks when she realized he had disappeared. She searched the nearly empty street, but he was nowhere. The few people roaming on the streets stopped to stare at her, as if she was crazy.

A few blocks away, the young girl from Stewart point sat on the back of a dusty ford F150. Her hood still remained over her head. Sam approached her quietly,

"Finally…" She moaned tiredly,

"You've done well. Now all I need is one last thing, and then little Molly will get her parents back." He replied, smiling.

Molly Walker removed her hood, smiling brightly. She hopped off the back of the truck,

"What is it?" She looked up to him excitedly, "I'm ready to have them back. I can't stand these foster parents anymore."

Sam leaned down to her eye level, reaching in his pocket for his cigarettes. He lit one and took a quick puff before replying,

"It's really easy." He grinned at her, taking in her bright eyes. She stared back at him, anticipation building. His grin suddenly turned dark as he placed a firm grip on her shoulder. The brightness in her eyes faded, fearful tears welling up in them.

His voice became a menacing growl, "Try not to scream."