[b]Sylar – Outpost – Reggie[/b] 

Sylar was not exactly fond of the people of Outpost. The scouts were great, and Myriah was fine… but the residents made a habit of ticking him off. Not on purpose, maybe, but each time Reggie and his scouts would return with certain supplies and not others, the people had the audacity to complain about it. 

As Reggie brought about his proposal, Sylar was almost jumping to accept it. He would be able to be close to Meghan, and still make runs around the city. He nodded, decisively. “I’d be honored, Reggie.” It was then that he saw one of the new guys – Thomas Zucchini or whatever his name was – walking around. He’d heard him talking to Matt earlier, but he was certain, neither of them had seen him… Something about this guy gave Sylar a very uneasy feeling. 

“Hey, sorry if I’m jumping over the lines, but… I want that Thomas guy…” To Reggie’s confused expression, Sylar elaborated. “He… I don’t know why, but he feels like trouble. He doesn’t look like a random survivor. Enrique and Bex look up to him like he’s their general. If he’s gonna stay, maybe he should be away from the main community…” He said. “Could you just… offer the position to him?” 

[b]Abram – New Orleans/The Vicinity of Haywood – Jess[/b]

He looked at the tall tower of smoke that rose above the tree line as Jess pointed it out. “Could be…” He said, but inwardly knew it was a ludicrous idea. Floyd was smart, too smart to light a smoke flare. That would broadcast his position and put him in danger. However, he decided not to trouble Jess and he turned down the next road, trying to track the smoke.

By nightfall, Abram found that the smoke was gone, and he now drove down a long straight road. He slowly pulled the car to a halt… he could just make out a tall building in the distance. He stepped out of the car and made sure that there was no threat around. Opened the back door and pulled his rifle from the seat. He steadied the weapon on the doorframe and peered down the road. At the end of the road, lay an apartment complex, closed off by a patchwork, wooden gate.