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[gray_atonement]

WHO: Belthazor, Sylar, Tim, and Cissie (with a brief Hayley cameo)
WHERE: Random place in the streets of MasterWorld
WHEN: Thursday, pre Goon Attack on Barge
WHAT: Belthazor and Sylar arrest Cissie, chase off Tim; Tim gets to see Sylar's dark side
WARNINGS: None (other than Ang sucks at writing right now)

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[victimofnoone]

Hayley grunted with the effort of her struggling, livid with anger. The taser Harvey had given her was tucked into her back pocket and, luckily, concealed by the sheer size of Sam's hunting jacket. She thought that would be enough and never expected that anyone, especially former inmates, would have any of their abilities. The girl didn't know who the asshole that was pinning her was, but she sure as hell recognized Belthazor and was not amused to see him participating in this. Or even watching. There was, after all, something disconcerting about being pitted against an assassin.

"Hey Belthazor! It would be really convenient if you could snap out of it right now!" She shouted up at him. Pulling herself into the air for a second, with the help of her hands in place, she was able to kick one of the goons square in the face. It disoriented him a moment, but didn't seem to be doing much to stop him; if anything, he only seemed more angry the moment later.

[athames]

"Snap out of what?" Belthazor said, trying not to sound so damn shaky. Hicks had sewn up his arm and stopped the bleeding, but it still felt as if he'd stuck his arm into a furnace. He shot a conspiratorial look at Sylar, before smirking back at Hayley. "Oh, you must mean snap your arm out of your socket! Why didn't you just say so - I'm an accommodating guy."

He arched an eyebrow and whistled at the kick. "Kid's got spunk," he said to Sylar, smirk on his face. Usually he took a much more active role in this sort of thing, but now he just leaned back against a wall, his good hand on his knife. He'd joked that he couldn't hog all the fun, and his goons had laughed. Belthazor would rather look lazy this once instead of looking weak (and definitely not do that weirdo change thing again).

[peektuttut]

The city was fucked up. Worse than Gotham, he decided. Worse than Gotham. At least his city had a few capable cops who weren't interested in padding their pockets. And occasionally the mayor wasn't an idiot. Small favors, but compared to this, Gotham was golden.

Weird how he missed it.

Tim had seen all the posters against the Master, he'd even snagged one of those pamphlets through the open window of their stolen - er, borrowed hovercar. Which continued to be unbelievably cool.

But they hadn't taken the car for nothing, and as Tim spotted the crowd of milling goons and what looked like a beatdown, he glanced at Cissie.

"Ready?"

[notarrowette]

As soon as Cissie caught sight of the group below and recognized it as Bad News, she was gathering her gear and strapping it on, so that when Tim landed the car she wouldn't have to waste time getting herself together. She gripped her bow in one hand and put a hand on the door handle, ready to jump out. She looked over at Tim and gave a quick nod. "Ready."

As soon as they landed, she would jump out and start shooting off arrows--she was never shooting to kill, just incapacitate and distract, to give Tim a chance to do some damage in closer quarters and hopefully give Hayley a chance to get away.