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[evolutionaryimperative]

The time spent in the Texas branch of Primatech had not been completely without merit. He had picked up alot of important information while they ran their tests on him, not the least of it being the address of the Cheerleader.

He would have escaped sooner if that stupid girl, Eden, hadn't shot herself. Still, her presence had made his mind wander back to someone else he had known back when he was still Gabriel, a name he heard repeated threw the walls a few times:

Elle Bishop.

The facts he gathered were simple enough. She was an agent and worked at the facility in New York. Which was where he headed as soon as he got out (which took alot longer than he liked. He had almost died in there). Especially with Claire's father being an agent, he had a feeling having an agent on his side would help.

And if it didn't, well then he could finally kill the bitch, which he would do eventually either way.

Breaking into the building was surprisingly simple. A few agents tried to stop him, but he killed them, and got the information on where to find what he was looking for. Who he was looking for. She was just an ends to a means, of course. There was no other reason for him coming to get Elle.

He twisted his hand, ripping open the door for her bedroom before stalking his way inside. He could hear the alarms going off, and they were probably calling out more agents to come after him. The sooner he got out, the better.

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She heard the alarms well before Sylar arrived at her room, and how could she not? They'd been blaring in her ear for the last fifteen minutes, lights flashing, bathing the halls with blood red. There was protocol obviously, and Elle obeyed it with only an eye roll, leaving Level Five with her fingers already sparking with electricity. The prisoners were raucous, obnoxious, and slammed their fists on the glass, excited by the prospect of something different happening in their dull lives.

And Elle was too. She was getting rusty, only playing with idiots who couldn't fight back. Being benched had certain drawbacks, and one of them was an itch for action.

She felt sort of like a prisoner now, but she stalked down the halls with purpose. Obviously, no other agents had been successful with the intruder, otherwise the alarm would have shut the hell up by now. It just went to show, you just couldn't send a moron to do an easy job. And maybe Daddy would let her off the hook if she got this one.

She was surprised, turning down her hall, to notice her room door torn off, and her brows furrowed in suspicion and confusion, stalking forward faster to the doorway. It was a man with dark hair and broad shoulders, and Elle didn't even think past that before lifting her hand and electrocuting him.