001. [ central mansion ] you say you don't know, i say take me out.
Noah was a sensible man. There was a right, there was a wrong. And sometimes one had to do a little wrong to do a whole lot of right. This, however, wasn't what Noah defined as that. Working along side Sylar? What the hell was Angela thinking? He was a killer. He had tried to kill his daughter at least twice and stole her ability. Noah wasn't even sure what point Angela was trying to make anymore.
He opened the door from the car to step out. The police scene was all in front of them. A bank robbery by the Level 5 gang, and they were there to stop it. How was going to keep this from an ability dinner for Sylar? Noah supposed he could just tell the other man to shut up and stay where he was at. Maybe Sylar would see the sense in all of it. Probably not, though. Sylar had no sense.
Noah stepped out of the car and found himself somewhere other than the bank. He looked around, making a half circle. A very fancy hotel, by the looks of it. Slowly he pulled out the cell phone to find that it couldn't pick up a signal. At least his gun was still there. Just in case things got hairy.
"Mr. Bennet, we've been expecting you."
A glance up from the phone. "Excuse me?"
"Welcome to El Dorado, Mr. Bennet. We have prepared your room for you." the Receptionist continued. "Your key and your cell phone for the city. Your room is number one hundred and twenty-one. Here on the first floor. Enjoy your stay."
"...Thanks, ma'am. Have a good day."
Noah took the key and cell phone and slowly made his way towards the doors she had indicated to. He had seen weirder.
He opened the door from the car to step out. The police scene was all in front of them. A bank robbery by the Level 5 gang, and they were there to stop it. How was going to keep this from an ability dinner for Sylar? Noah supposed he could just tell the other man to shut up and stay where he was at. Maybe Sylar would see the sense in all of it. Probably not, though. Sylar had no sense.
Noah stepped out of the car and found himself somewhere other than the bank. He looked around, making a half circle. A very fancy hotel, by the looks of it. Slowly he pulled out the cell phone to find that it couldn't pick up a signal. At least his gun was still there. Just in case things got hairy.
"Mr. Bennet, we've been expecting you."
A glance up from the phone. "Excuse me?"
"Welcome to El Dorado, Mr. Bennet. We have prepared your room for you." the Receptionist continued. "Your key and your cell phone for the city. Your room is number one hundred and twenty-one. Here on the first floor. Enjoy your stay."
"...Thanks, ma'am. Have a good day."
Noah took the key and cell phone and slowly made his way towards the doors she had indicated to. He had seen weirder.