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♬ The Red - Chevelle
WHO || Sylar [closed]
WHAT || Sylar rides the murder train.
WHERE || Chicago, IL
WHEN || Sometime around now; evening
HOW || Actionspam
[ It isn't long after he's arrived in the big city of Chicago - so similar in some ways to the cities back in his own world, except for the common sight of elves and dwarves walking through the sidewalks - that Sylar would realize he was being followed.
Sloppy, really, following someone with superhearing, but the only person who knew about his acquisition of the enhancement certainly couldn't share with the class anymore. But there it was, the soft, light clip of footsteps following him all throughout the city. ]
