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There's a flash and a bang and a very confused man with ridiculous hair appears, hovering a few feet above the rubble of a destroyed parking lot.

Hey, when you can cast illusions, you don't need a comb.

"...The hell?" Sylar starts to say, and before he's quite done with the sentence it's President Nathan Petrelli who's making the quizzical exclamation to empty air, settling gently to the ground.

You can never be too careful.

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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

@_@, goes Steve.

This version of Gabriel is a regular grab-bag of tricks, it would seem.

"...wait for me?" he says weakly, though it's rather pointless now.

(It wasn't what he was going to say, but seeing as he doesn't know what he was going to say, that will have to do.)

"Did you see -- the city?"

[hardlydangerous.livejournal.com]

"Looks like it's this way."

He heads off.







There he goes! Gosh that man is fast. Sorry, Steve.