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FlashBANG.

He was expecting that.

What he wasn't expecting, in order:

Gravity.

Sunlight.

A two-foot drop onto asphalt.

Shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear the spots from his-- eye, Neil sits up. Then he winces, because bruised ribs are nobody's friend.

His blurred, flash-blinded vision tells him he's in some kind of parking lot. Everything looks beat up, run down, and old.

What the fuck?

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So Steve made these little radios, you see.

And Gabriel went off somewhere at some point and he, um, well, he hasn't been answering his.

And Steve is worried. (If Sylar has done something untoward, then Steve swears to any Shattered gods that he will kick the man's psychopathic ass.)

Fortunately, he knows of at least two people on the farm who might be able to reassure him as to his boyfriend's continued safety, and both of them are fairly easy to pick out of a crowd.