Sylar leaned against one of the pillars in the plaza just watching people, and waiting for Mohinder of course. He had no idea why the other had agreed to meet him. A smart person wouldn't have. That was disheartening because Sylar had always considered Mohinder to be very intelligent. But here he was, meeting a known killer under the pretense of ice cream. Sylar had to smirk at that.

It was funny, the game they played. And they both did. They both played each role, and it was fun, until one of them inevitably tried to kill each other, and then they needed to take a break. It always ended up back in the same place though. They always spoke again, it was just a matter of when, and why. But that was the fun part, never knowing when you were going to see each other again and in what circumstance.

Sylar watched as people walked back and forth past him. It was interesting; people watching. Especially when they didn't know you were watching them. They had no idea there was something so much bigger than any of them going on right under there noses at any given moment. Part of Sylar thought that maybe they were lucky. Ignorance was supposed to be bliss wasn't it? But another part of him was sickened on how most could be content with this boring day in and day out routine. It was bland, and not unique or special at all. How could you live that way? He had to wonder.

Shifting forward when he saw Mohinder approaching finally he graced the other with his signature smirk moving to stand in front of him.

"Glad you could make it Doctor. I was beginning to think maybe you were going to stand me up."

The hunger inside is always there.

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It feels too quiet around here...

...

Where did you run off to?

Revisted the old stomping grounds yesterday.

*Smirks darkly* The gift...very amusing.

Hope you all didn't get comfortable.

It had been too long since he had last seen her. Their meeting had been quick, but one that he remembered. He remembered it well enough to know that she needed to be reminded exactly who she was dealing with. It was evening now...more than evening as it was well past midnight. The stores had long closed, and everyone had cleared out of the Plaza a while ago. To go home to their families, their lives, their jobs, whatever the case may be. What they knew to be true, was an entirely lower level of reality than the things that went on in the bigger scheme of things.

Leaning against pillar, Sylar waited. Waited for the faintest hint of footsteps. His expression was calm, with a slight hint of amusement playing on it as he replayed their conversation in his head. She thought that she was going to come here and kill him tonight.

He had other plans.

Let's settle this now shall we?

Mohinder, need to talk to you.