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Sam's relaxing. Which in this case means he's wandering around the ruins of Los Angeles, looking for anything shiny or interesting.

So far he's turned up remarkably little, but then he hasn't searched most of the city yet.

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Does the tall serial killer with the ridiculous hair count as interesting?

Yeah. That one. Over there.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

He's not really a thing, or at least he's not something that Sam can pawn off for money.

He gets a wave anyway.

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

Sam gets a wave back!

A distracted sort of wave, but still.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

Sylar gets a a mistlightthing curling around him before Sam materialises next to him.
"What's up?"

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

Shrug.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"Enlightening."

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

"Naturally."

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"Good."

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

Shrug. Again.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm glad we got that straightened out." As he heads away.

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

Soft snort.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

If he's not going to talk, Sam won't either. He'll just keep searching for stuff.