Sylar slammed the book back onto the shelf with a bit more force than necessary, the binding still sticking out at some haphazard angle. Eyes darting to Mohinder, brows slanting downward, and his expression was an entirely indignant one, as if to say, yes, that is what I came here for, so shut your face.
Because disappearing was where the half of it began, wasn't it? That span of forever spent at Primatech, and he couldn't exactly pick out the days, there had been no time in that cell. But the things he overheard there... Noah Bennet was not exactly the sneakiest of individuals. First Sylar, days in a cell. Something about Isaac Mendez and rehabilitation. Mohinder was not on The List, and was certainly not harboring any abilities in his DNA. But just what on Earth would a company like Primatech do to figure out what the hell Mohinder knew. Frankly, Sylar was surprised he didn't have said gun to his temple already.
The book was still crooked.
Sylar nudged it back into its right place with an index finger, in a straight line with the other books, something vaguely OCD and reminiscent of chairs wrapped in plastic as he strode away from the shelf. A plane crash. Desert island. His heart rate was already elevated from the fear, but it... didn't sound like he was lying.
Of all the far-fetched excuses and he was telling the truth. Sylar fixed him with a sudden sort of look, almost asking if nothing seemed weird to Mohinder about that, before he started off again, his quest for finding... something. Rounding around the desk, his fingers walking across the surface towards the computer. "No. Plane to where?" He was hiding something, dammit, and Sylar was going to find out what it was. Bennet was here. Sylar wasn't exactly putting it past the two of them to work together some kind of plan.
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Date: 2007-09-29 03:16 pm (UTC)Because disappearing was where the half of it began, wasn't it? That span of forever spent at Primatech, and he couldn't exactly pick out the days, there had been no time in that cell. But the things he overheard there... Noah Bennet was not exactly the sneakiest of individuals. First Sylar, days in a cell. Something about Isaac Mendez and rehabilitation. Mohinder was not on The List, and was certainly not harboring any abilities in his DNA. But just what on Earth would a company like Primatech do to figure out what the hell Mohinder knew. Frankly, Sylar was surprised he didn't have said gun to his temple already.
The book was still crooked.
Sylar nudged it back into its right place with an index finger, in a straight line with the other books, something vaguely OCD and reminiscent of chairs wrapped in plastic as he strode away from the shelf. A plane crash. Desert island. His heart rate was already elevated from the fear, but it... didn't sound like he was lying.
Of all the far-fetched excuses and he was telling the truth. Sylar fixed him with a sudden sort of look, almost asking if nothing seemed weird to Mohinder about that, before he started off again, his quest for finding... something. Rounding around the desk, his fingers walking across the surface towards the computer. "No. Plane to where?" He was hiding something, dammit, and Sylar was going to find out what it was. Bennet was here. Sylar wasn't exactly putting it past the two of them to work together some kind of plan.