He parked outside the coffeeshop and got slowly out of his SUV. He had no idea why he was doing this. Just stepping out for a coffee with Sylar? He must be crazy. It was a risk. A risk with no foreseeable gain.
The weight of his gun in its holster was reassuring as he made his way into the building.
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Date: 2009-01-31 08:27 pm (UTC)The weight of his gun in its holster was reassuring as he made his way into the building.