Day 32: Cafeteria, Breakfast

[darwinism]

Sylar's gears were still turning as the nurse and a burly orderly escorted him down long halls and through a strange, sunlit room. He'd been forced to drop his pen when the orderly had seen it, and since then, he'd realized that this place had better security than he'd originally anticipated, as well as a large population of patients. It looked like he'd have to bide his time for now, pretending to be this 'Zachary Blaine' and trying to figure out how the hell he'd gotten here.

His mind went over and over the events in Mohinder's lab, tracing every second that led up to his unconsciousness. According to the computer logs and the decked-out loft, Mohinder was working for the Company now, so had that woman with the electricity been an operative? Was this all a Company front? Even so, it didn't make sense for them to drop him off somewhere without any close supervision. They knew how dangerous he was. How special he was.

But right now, his abilities had been nullified and he was left only with the option of playing along. It was a very good thing that it was something he excelled at, even with his sudden loss of the cure clouding his thoughts and telling him to do something drastic.

Still, it was fun to take ahold of strings and let someone think they were pulling him when in fact he was the puppetmaster. Who knew? Maybe he could find a new toy now that his last one had worn out.

Sylar took his syrup-covered waffle to a table and tried to keep track of both the security and the people flooding in. Soon, he'd find an opening, a weak link he could exploit. It was only a matter of time.

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[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

Kimbley was practically an assassin. All right, so he'd only had a few jobs, and all of them were genocidal repressions, but he'd done the job and gotten both paid and jailed for it, so they were basically the same thing. It didn't surprise him to learn that this psychotic-looking freak was a killer. Hell, he would've been surprised if he wasn't.

"I could say I'm just too busy to bother with her, but that'd be a lie." No point in lying when the truth hurt even more. "It'd be better if I was. Bombs don't make themselves, and I doubt there's any stray dynamite lying around this place."

[jei.livejournal.com]

"No, probably not. But there is a lab, with a charming supply closet attached. All sorts of fun chemicals." Farfarello smiled, thinking on the pile of such that he had tucked away in his closet at the moment.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

"Is there, now."

Kimbley's interest was piqued; he looked back at the assassin, suddenly far more interested in their conversation. There was a chemical lab here? And he didn't know about it?

"Where is it?" he asked, keeping his voice only mildly interested. If he could get his hands on those chemicals, he wouldn't need to barter with anyone for a long time ... unless they were bartering for their lives. (Not that he often cared to let them live long enough to offer.)

[jei.livejournal.com]

"How about a deal? I give you directions, and even a little map if you have a pen on you, if you get me a couple things I didn't have room for when I went up there. Nothing too onerous, just some empty glass beakers."

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

"No pen, but I've got a good memory. Words are fine."

Glass beakers? Fine.

"Deal. Now where is it?"

[jei.livejournal.com]

Farfarello nodded. Even if this man didn't come through with his end of the bargain, it was really no loss to Farfarello--the information wasn't impossible to come by through other means, after all. "Second floor, same side as the patient blocks. First hallway from the far west wall. Once you enter the hallway go right to the end and through another door. Immediately to your left will be a locked door--the lock can be broken. That door leads into a kind of prep or decontamination room, and through the only other door in there is the lab. Storage room is one of the two rooms leading off the lab. The other one sounds like it holds test animals, I wouldn't reccomend going in there."

[OOC: I use west even though the maps now say 'east' because it was mentioned that this is going to be corrected, and west makes the most IC sense.]