[b] Sylar and Meghan - Vicinity of the Pub - Haywood Scouts/Tyler(Thomas)/Luke/Reggie/Etc. [/b]

Sylar looked down on the street below, observing the large group of well-armed survivors that went towards the hotel. "Meghan, gimme your rifle." Meghan crept over, sliding the Remington 700 from her shoulder and thrusting it towards him. They'd received the weapon from the outpost armory for their hunting trips, one of the ways that the community received food. Normally, they would have a vehicle, but they'd left the truck several miles back in the woods when they'd first spotted the group and decided to trail them. Sylar took the wooden-framed rifle and peered down the on-kilter scope. 

Sylar's breath caught when he caught sight of the hotel windows. He could just see through the boards enough to make out a face. "You're kidding me..." In the window of the hotel, Sylar made out the face of Luke, hiding from the group. He could also see the face of two other men and a young woman. "Meghan, gimme the radio!" 

"What's wrong?" Meghan took her rucksack off and slid it to the ground, fishing out the emergency radio and found the channel that outpost kept all radios on; frequency 4. Sylar looked back down momentarily, if look was there, so were Reggie and Simon...

"Luke and Reggie are down there." He grabbed the radio and pushed to talk. "Luke, Reggie, do you two read me? It's Sylar and Meghan. Yeah, surprise, we're here too. I think you've already figured out that there's large group right outside you." Sylar could feel sweat running down his neck. "Meghan and I have been tracking these guys for several hours, we started well before sundown." Sylar glanced around the night sky. "They don't have a huge surplus of ammo but they're still well armed... I'm on the roof two buildings across from you guys in the hotel. I think we all know that they won't be friendly if they find you... Is there anyway we can help from the roof?"