Sylar looks up at Harley as the pounding against the door begins. He smiles. "I'll open the door up in their faces and go running- this is what Claire looks like-" He does a little twirl in the jeans and sweater he has on. "-so they'll start shooting. Has Peter done that trick for you yet? I stop 'em and then you come in and charge. They don't got anything else. I checked."
The lazy jerks would've done well with tranq guns or tasers, but nope. Apparently, they thought everything could be solved with bullets. "I'll go running- you can let them by after you give 'me some trouble. I'd like to get a bunch towards the back of the boat, if possible." If he could bunch them up, he'd take out a bunch with his electrokinesis. If they're lucky, they'll survive- he's at the point where he doesn't care too much.
Of course, nothing can go completely to plan. He makes sure Harley's ready before he makes a small shoving motion with his hand. The door bursts open on the soldiers crowding around it, knocking at least a couple pretty hard. Sylar goes running and hears yells about "the Asset!" as he was expecting. He stops some fired bullets in the air as expected, and they drop to the ground before reaching their previous hidey-hole.
What he isn't expecting is a short, fat, bald man standing right in front of him. And then the man disappears. And then Sylar stops moving, standing stock still in the hall.
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5/4/22 22:56 (UTC)The lazy jerks would've done well with tranq guns or tasers, but nope. Apparently, they thought everything could be solved with bullets. "I'll go running- you can let them by after you give 'me some trouble. I'd like to get a bunch towards the back of the boat, if possible." If he could bunch them up, he'd take out a bunch with his electrokinesis. If they're lucky, they'll survive- he's at the point where he doesn't care too much.
Of course, nothing can go completely to plan. He makes sure Harley's ready before he makes a small shoving motion with his hand. The door bursts open on the soldiers crowding around it, knocking at least a couple pretty hard. Sylar goes running and hears yells about "the Asset!" as he was expecting. He stops some fired bullets in the air as expected, and they drop to the ground before reaching their previous hidey-hole.
What he isn't expecting is a short, fat, bald man standing right in front of him. And then the man disappears. And then Sylar stops moving, standing stock still in the hall.