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Sep. 3rd, 2008
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witnessof_fate: playing lab rat
Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:28 pmTruth be told, Sylar had no idea why he had agreed to helping Suresh in the first place. There were too many what-ifs, too many chances for the geneticist to have lied about what he was doing, since they had only danced around the subject in person.
What if all this research wasn't some kind of side project? What if it was for the Company and he was playing right into their hands? They'd done similar before, he was certain, and oh how they would have loved to get their claws back into him. Or, worse yet, what if all that had happened between him and Suresh in the last few weeks had been some kind of clever trick?
Be nice to the serial killer, Mohinder, and then drug him up when he put his life into your hands. He could almost hear the words coming out of Bishop's mouth. You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
His temper raged. How the hell could Suresh do something like that? How could he have been so blind?
He moved towards the door of his apartment, each step echoing in the tiny room like drumbeats to war. With a flick of his fingers, the door sprang open, and with another after he had exited, it slammed shut. Maybe he was drawing unwanted attention to himself, with all that noise, but he didn't care. Right now, all he cared about was getting to Suresh. And less than a half an hour later, he was well within reach of the geneticist, standing at the foot of Mendez's old loft. Of Mohinder's shiny new lab.
Angry as he was, though, he wasn't stupid. If he just stormed in there, no matter how sneaky he was, they would catch him. It had happened last time, when he had come to the Indian for the cure. He'd gotten away, true, but he had no desire for the electric bitch to show up again, even if he would end her, this time around. So, that in mind, he did what any incensed lunatic with super powers would do.
He took out the power for blocks around Mohinder's lab.
No cameras that way, after all - they had to have cameras - and no chance of the Company getting suspicious, as they would have if he'd just taken out the building. And satisfied with his work, he slipped into the Indian's workspace without so much as a sound. Without so much as the thought that, maybe, the real reason he was doing this wasn't because he didn't trust Mohinder, but because he was terrified of having his spinal fluid drawn again.
What if all this research wasn't some kind of side project? What if it was for the Company and he was playing right into their hands? They'd done similar before, he was certain, and oh how they would have loved to get their claws back into him. Or, worse yet, what if all that had happened between him and Suresh in the last few weeks had been some kind of clever trick?
Be nice to the serial killer, Mohinder, and then drug him up when he put his life into your hands. He could almost hear the words coming out of Bishop's mouth. You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
His temper raged. How the hell could Suresh do something like that? How could he have been so blind?
He moved towards the door of his apartment, each step echoing in the tiny room like drumbeats to war. With a flick of his fingers, the door sprang open, and with another after he had exited, it slammed shut. Maybe he was drawing unwanted attention to himself, with all that noise, but he didn't care. Right now, all he cared about was getting to Suresh. And less than a half an hour later, he was well within reach of the geneticist, standing at the foot of Mendez's old loft. Of Mohinder's shiny new lab.
Angry as he was, though, he wasn't stupid. If he just stormed in there, no matter how sneaky he was, they would catch him. It had happened last time, when he had come to the Indian for the cure. He'd gotten away, true, but he had no desire for the electric bitch to show up again, even if he would end her, this time around. So, that in mind, he did what any incensed lunatic with super powers would do.
He took out the power for blocks around Mohinder's lab.
No cameras that way, after all - they had to have cameras - and no chance of the Company getting suspicious, as they would have if he'd just taken out the building. And satisfied with his work, he slipped into the Indian's workspace without so much as a sound. Without so much as the thought that, maybe, the real reason he was doing this wasn't because he didn't trust Mohinder, but because he was terrified of having his spinal fluid drawn again.