[b] Sylar - Outpost [/b] 

All was going as planned: Sylar had his new squad of scouts, and they were currently gearing up to make the trip to the Pub. He'd accumulated some of Reggie's best scouts, by order of the man himself. Sylar had personally selected them however. There was Lucas, who Sylar held a good bit of respect for, because of his level-headedness. Phon was their medical man, but only to the level of first aid. If he could have, he would've wanted Isaac to come, but they needed the good doctor for the larger community. Jerry was the tank of the group, and Sylar hoped that his size would help intimidate people. Simon was their final member, and he was quite a good shot with a rifle. 

Sylar looked at the trunk of the Suburban, examining the contents of the bag of weapons. He'd pulled a few extra weapons from the armory, seeing as the only weapons Hazel and Meghan had were their pistols and Hazel's bow. The bag contained a Remington 700, an AR-15, 2 Glock 19's, and an military issue M4. Sylar zipped the bag, and took off his cross bow, laying it beside the bag of weapons. He unclipped the quiver of arrow from his belt and lay it by his weapon. He closed the trunk, and nodded to Phon. The man returned a nod, and went to the passenger's seat. Sylar rounded the vehicle and climbed in, turning the ignition and switching to drive. He pulled up to the gates, and waited for Adam to open them. 

"See ya, Mr. Sylar!" The kid waved. Sylar gave him a mock salute and drove out of the gates, headed with his four scouts towards the Pub.