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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.

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Jack doesn't acknowledge anyone's reaction. He's working; Looking hard at the hotel and moving his head up the wall.

He just catches the movement at the window, and grins up at it, before beckoning everyone after him as he runs into the lobby.

Dean very carefully doesn't elbow in front of Jo as he follows, at a run.

Because that would be protecting her, and he's not that dumb.

He just ... sort of happens to be in front of her.

Dick is not following.

Dick is, in fact, leaping up the wall instead, going straight for the window where the movement was.

That's his little sister.

Sparrow is following Dick. Mostly because she has to, but also because she likes him best.

"Give it back, m^&£*%&%$!*er!"

The Wall o' Winchester that sprouted before her got a glare.

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.

People are running, huh?

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.

Well, Sam was going to, especially when Dean takes off at a run. Especially since they're still not quite sure how to get whatever it is out of Jubilee's body. Especially since...

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?"

"Look after the cars," Leah says cheerfully. "And stop anyone running out this way who doesn't give me the safeword."

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."

He'd been about to sigh, to settle in for a fight. Sam had never expected that she'd answer him with a safe plan of action.

"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."

Leah's mouth softens into a faint smile and she tilts her head only slightly towards his hand, so her hair brushes it.

"Professional, remember? Go!"

"Going," Sam promises, and rushes on ahead of her.

By the time he's caught up with the others, he's quit smiling.

Jack's only smiling 'cause he always smiles. He's heading towards the room he suspects Sylar to be in, one cutlass drawn.

A room which Sylar is even now exiting. Quickly. Via the wall.

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.

Interesting skill.

Jack's eyes glaze over as he lets his Reading take over. Dick will come in through the window he saw the girl at, so he really needs to worry about the inside party.

"He can merge with the air!" he barks out, and points to some of the doors as they pass, assigning a name to each.

Sam, he sends towards the room likely to be the ghost's final destination. He might be the best equipped to stop him.

Jo doesn't need to be told twice, even as she swore under her breath taking up position nearby one not too far off from the end of the hall.

Catch a freak, oust him from a body, shove a ghost back in. Cause that wasn't crazy or anything. She kept her eyes open to the room even as she was listening to everyone else, too.

Dean takes the room opposite Jo - whether or not anyone else was in the way. If they were, they get an unsubtle shove.

Not that he's protective or nothin'.

"This is nuts."

Dick vaults in the window just in time to see Sparrow's back and leg vanish through the wall, and wastes no time hurling himself out and around into what he hopes will be an adjoining room she's moving into.

"Jubilee!"

But Sparrow can't do that. Hasn't anyone noticed that Sparrow's not supposed to be able to do that?

Jubilee flies ahead of Dick. Whatever this body is capable of passing through, a disembodied spirit can follow him.

Sam wastes a moment in looking toward his brother - he's not used to taking orders from strangers - but since Dean moves into position with no comment, he's off and running to his room in no time.

It's not a demon, they can't harm the physical body, and now it can apparently phase through air.

He really only has one idea of how to stop it now.

All this spreading out and so forth is going to make Sylar's job that much harder.

He ducks sideways through walls, making matchwood of the Pauli exclusion principle, and finally pauses to catch his breath and his bearings in a nondescript bedroom --

--which is already occupied.

"Dude."

Dean has a shotgun (rock salt) trained on him, as little use as that may be against an intangible opponenet.

"You should really give that body back to the chick. Seriously, that's just creepy."

Really creepy.

Sparrow is hot on her own heels, filled with that special kind of anger that makes a certain kind of sidekick especially dangerous. She pushes herself hard into her body.

"Give it back, you creep."

No one can miss the beginning of a round of smack talk.

Especially if the person in question is only across the hall.

Jo cross the small space and took up a position at one of the edges of the doorway. She had a gun, but she was praying Jack, or somebody, had come up with that better plan.

Because they were going to need it about now.

There are some things that provoke an 'oh shit' reaction in a high percentage of people, intangible or not, and one of them is a shotgun to the face. For a second before he remembers his newfound advantage, Sylar falters, eyes widening at Dean and Jo and the freezing sensation that is Sparrow.

Then he does remember it, and he smirks with all the insufferable smugness of a man who knows (or thinks) he's invulnerable.

Mockingly casual: "She should have kept a closer eye on it."

Dean's glare flattens.

"No, you should'a been less of a creep," he snaps, keeping the shotgun raised.

The problem is, if he shoots it (as far as he knows) it either means the girl who owns the body will be scarred and pissed, or the ghost-thing will discorporate and be impossible to find again.

"SAMMY! GETCHA ASS IN HERE!"