Mohinder banged his hand down on the button just as Sylar managed to snag his arm. He bit back a sigh of relief and yanked at the telekinetic fingers, trying to gauge their strength. Still strong, even when Sylar was blinded. Mohinder grimaced and pulled again. "Nothing," he snapped. "I-- trying to get you out of here." Let Sylar think he was going for a gun, something else.
The problem was, now he didn't know what to do. His plan had only extended as far as hiding his research from Sylar's prying eyes--he hadn't considered what was going to happen after that point, if Sylar had recovered enough (which it appeared he had) to use his powers at all.
It was time to think fast again. He hoped he hadn't used up all his luck on his computer. "Are you going to let me go?" he asked in a strained voice, looking around the room, around the desk for something he could use against the madman.
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:26 am (UTC)The problem was, now he didn't know what to do. His plan had only extended as far as hiding his research from Sylar's prying eyes--he hadn't considered what was going to happen after that point, if Sylar had recovered enough (which it appeared he had) to use his powers at all.
It was time to think fast again. He hoped he hadn't used up all his luck on his computer. "Are you going to let me go?" he asked in a strained voice, looking around the room, around the desk for something he could use against the madman.