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It's a regular caravan that shows up at Metropolis today.
Vehicle One: The Coraline, a modifies pick-up truck being driven by everyone's favourite bloodthirsty pirate, with a distinctly anti-killing ex-Robin in the passenger seat. The ghost of a teenage girl is technically sitting on the roof of the cabin, but sometimes she pokes her head in to interrupt the boys in their conversation.
Vehicle Two: A 1967 Chevrolet Impala, the only one blaring out tunes, while the driver and his blonde passenger sit in relative silence, not having much to say to each other.
Vehicle Three: A Porsche, containing one carefully prepared hunter and one blind woman who prides herself on not needing any preparation. The conversation in that one is a little more lively, even containing the occasional laugh from the girl.
It's a ridiculous procession, considering they don't really know where they're going. But Jack has all six of his senses peeled, looking for a young teenage girl of Chinese origin who isn't a young teenage girl of Chinese origin.
Vehicle One: The Coraline, a modifies pick-up truck being driven by everyone's favourite bloodthirsty pirate, with a distinctly anti-killing ex-Robin in the passenger seat. The ghost of a teenage girl is technically sitting on the roof of the cabin, but sometimes she pokes her head in to interrupt the boys in their conversation.
Vehicle Two: A 1967 Chevrolet Impala, the only one blaring out tunes, while the driver and his blonde passenger sit in relative silence, not having much to say to each other.
Vehicle Three: A Porsche, containing one carefully prepared hunter and one blind woman who prides herself on not needing any preparation. The conversation in that one is a little more lively, even containing the occasional laugh from the girl.
It's a ridiculous procession, considering they don't really know where they're going. But Jack has all six of his senses peeled, looking for a young teenage girl of Chinese origin who isn't a young teenage girl of Chinese origin.
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Yeah, let's not even try to follow that last bit of logic. I promise that it's internally consistent, but when pointing out what's wrong with it according to real-world reasoning, it's difficult to even know where to start.
The relevant information which can be gleaned from all this is that Sylar is still limited to intuitive aptitude and phasing, and that he's not out stalking for brains 24/7. The narration will now expand this in order to enlighten you with the following facts: he's in the old hotel in which he currently lives with that Hannibal guy, and he's walking through the walls.
Phasing objects through other objects. Holding a phone in your left hand and letting a pool ball drop through your right. If he's to be limited in quantity, then by God he's going to shove quality skyward and master every trick that this power offers.
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It's hard, as the intruder really hasn't been out much. He stops the Coraline near an alley, where an old bloodstain marks the passing of the only victim. He doesn't get out, just studies from the drivers seat.
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The body itself is off clogging up a sewage pipe somewhere that should be impassable. Phasing is a useful tool when you want to hide a distinctively sliced skull.
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"What the %&*$? Is this my body? Am I dead? I'd know if I was dead, right? Holy #%$*!"
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Jack answers Jubilation casually, with a slightly distracted air.
"He was here though. The body we're looking for killed this girl."
His voice is calm, level, and unaffected by the sight. After a few moments, he drives on. After picking up speed as he gets the hang of the trail, Jack turns suddenly and directly towards a derelict hotel, outside which he parks definitively, jumping out. Dick is close behind.
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Yes, he has a one-track mind. Deal with it.
Cue: one surreptitious teenage face, peeking from an upstairs window!
...Oh, my. Visitors.
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"Where are we?"
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"Is he here? Is my body here? Can you see it?"
Someone's excited.
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Jo threw her door open, pushed out of her seat and out between a sliver of space between the seat and the partially open car door.
Her left hand brushed briefly on the gun under her shirt at her back, but her hands wound their way into her pockets once she slammed the door and started walking toward the first group.
"This it?"
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He just catches the movement at the window, and grins up at it, before beckoning everyone after him as he runs into the lobby.
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Because that would be protecting her, and he's not that dumb.
He just ... sort of happens to be in front of her.
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Dick is, in fact, leaping up the wall instead, going straight for the window where the movement was.
That's his little sister.
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"Give it back, m^&£*%&%$!*er!"
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But it's not important in comparison to any number of the things that might have sent Jack running into the building.
She followed on both their heels, only giving a momentary appraisal of insanity-jealousy toward Dick's body and shadow fast moving up the building wall before she lost sight of him when she made it inside.
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Leah can't run: she'll fall over. But that's OK. She stands where she is, and extends her cane in front of her.
"You think he'll be able to escape this way?" she asks whoever's left, which she suspects is Sam, unless he's following already.
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Yeah, that's enough.
Swallowing back a curse of his own, Sam watches Dick scale the wall thoughtfully and looks toward the other exits of the building. "Maybe. We'll stay here a while, see what happens. If I have to run in, what are you going to do?"
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She digs a hand into her pocket, and pulls out a small pebble she picked up at the farm.
"Go in 'fore you lose them."
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"Oh. Um... yeah, okay."
As soon as he's finished blinking at her, anyway. "Uhm," he continues, eloquent as always, and puts a hand very gently on her shoulder. "Be careful."
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"Professional, remember? Go!"
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By the time he's caught up with the others, he's quit smiling.
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There's not really time for a plan much more complicated than 'get as far away from the hordes of angry people as possible', but in avoiding Eden he has at least stopped thinking of running and hiding as beneath him. It's not really a conceit you can keep labouring under when you're faced with people able and willing to kill you.
He does spare a thought for whether Hannibal is home, though only because the man would act as a barrier for the intruders to get through.
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