Peter groaned in annoyance at the mention to Sylar being up to his usual game, slapping a hand to his forehead and dragging it over his face. The fact that he was still smudging red and black muck around didn't concern him in the slightest. "You put him in a lake? No, he obviously got out, he was here not long ago." He hoped he'd been persuasive enough, but something told him that Sylar wasn't going to stop just because he was here, now.
"Wait," he paused, looking at Susan with a new interest. "He's been coming after you? That sucks, but... what can you do that he's after?"
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Date: 2007-07-11 05:21 am (UTC)"Wait," he paused, looking at Susan with a new interest. "He's been coming after you? That sucks, but... what can you do that he's after?"