The man scowls, dark eyes drifting to Barnes. They’d met, a few times. Usually in passing. He keeps to himself. Everyone here basically does but Sylar is one of the few people that really only ever comes out when called. It’s safer for everyone that way. Himself included.
“Your ‘ma’ was a wise woman,” he says, and takes the quicker way down to the pair. He flies. Or floats. It’s hard to tell and he never wants to talk about his abilities.
Jack usually just calls him the Swiss Army Knife and keeps it moving.
“To the right, Gabe.”
Sylar snorts. He doesn’t vomit. Not anymore. “Just us?”
“Yep. Let’s hope we’re close. If we aren’t, take Barnes to the location. Come back for me when he’s safe,” Jack says. Sylar rolls his eyes and their Captain sets the cuff to open the vortex to Antarctica. “I’ll go first. Bucky on my six.”
((Oh I have an umbrella Academy Klaus too. Hmm. Bring in whoever you want too!!))
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“Your ‘ma’ was a wise woman,” he says, and takes the quicker way down to the pair. He flies. Or floats. It’s hard to tell and he never wants to talk about his abilities.
Jack usually just calls him the Swiss Army Knife and keeps it moving.
“To the right, Gabe.”
Sylar snorts. He doesn’t vomit. Not anymore. “Just us?”
“Yep. Let’s hope we’re close. If we aren’t, take Barnes to the location. Come back for me when he’s safe,” Jack says. Sylar rolls his eyes and their Captain sets the cuff to open the vortex to Antarctica. “I’ll go first. Bucky on my six.”
((Oh I have an umbrella Academy Klaus too. Hmm. Bring in whoever you want too!!))