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Sylar grinned only on the inside, to himself where no one else could see.
On the outside he might as well have looked like any other passerby, walking to the Butler house with a purpose, hardly sketchy-looking...
If he'd done his research correctly, Bennet wouldn't be home from one of his "business trips" until tomorrow, the Mrs. was off at a dog show and the brother was at some friend's house.
He'd been in Costa Verde only one day, and had done his part in steading Mrs. "Butler's" Filofax.
He'd return it of course, in exchange for the lovely Claire. Sylar was nothing if not fair.
Grinning to himself, he unlocked the kitchen screen door from the inside and slid it open silently, stepping inside and closing it again.
Heavy boots made no noise at all as he floated just an inch above the ground thanks to his telekinesis, peering about corners to see where little Claire was.
She should, after all, be at home.
One, two, three steps onto the second floor, and he smiled to himself.
If no one else was home... then that was Claire taking a shower.
Silently he stepped inside her room, ignoring her things save for a brief glance about and leaned in the doorway to the bathroom after unlocking it.
Now it was only a matter of time.
On the outside he might as well have looked like any other passerby, walking to the Butler house with a purpose, hardly sketchy-looking...
If he'd done his research correctly, Bennet wouldn't be home from one of his "business trips" until tomorrow, the Mrs. was off at a dog show and the brother was at some friend's house.
He'd been in Costa Verde only one day, and had done his part in steading Mrs. "Butler's" Filofax.
He'd return it of course, in exchange for the lovely Claire. Sylar was nothing if not fair.
Grinning to himself, he unlocked the kitchen screen door from the inside and slid it open silently, stepping inside and closing it again.
Heavy boots made no noise at all as he floated just an inch above the ground thanks to his telekinesis, peering about corners to see where little Claire was.
She should, after all, be at home.
One, two, three steps onto the second floor, and he smiled to himself.
If no one else was home... then that was Claire taking a shower.
Silently he stepped inside her room, ignoring her things save for a brief glance about and leaned in the doorway to the bathroom after unlocking it.
Now it was only a matter of time.