[Revenge is really one of the sweetest pleasures in life. For some reason, people like to act as if it's not. Sure, it can go horribly wrong sometimes, but that's the nature of horribly wrong. When it goes right, god does it go right. For example: This, now, as Jesse turns the corner to come up behind Sylar and gets a perfect view of Kavinsky triumphant, taser in hand, while his enemy drools all over himself. That's a thing of beauty. Jesse's heart swells with pride.
There's a horror-movie creak-creak that announces Jesse's arrival, as he's pushing along a rusted dolly from the stock room with leather-gloved hands. Professional. He's been trained by only the best kidnappers. Who wants to haul a big guy like Sylar out to the car with his skinny arms alone? Not this guy.
The effect of Jesse's power augmentation comes on like a wave of nausea. It's a godsend to most imPorts, a superhero refreshment, so it's interesting to him that he's weaponizing it now. Where most people feel Jesse's intention strengthening them, Sylar will be feeling the precise opposite, all the power seeping out of him as if a nullifier just walked in.
Jesse stops a couple feet behind Sylar, and the squeaky wheels stop, too. The three of them have about ninety seconds for the drama to play out before they get too close to tempting fate. Jesse's gaze flicks from Kavinsky to Sylar to the door in constant rotation. There's a gun tucked into his waistband, gangster-style, in case he really needs it. Kavinsky's got it handled, though. That's his boy.]
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There's a horror-movie creak-creak that announces Jesse's arrival, as he's pushing along a rusted dolly from the stock room with leather-gloved hands. Professional. He's been trained by only the best kidnappers. Who wants to haul a big guy like Sylar out to the car with his skinny arms alone? Not this guy.
The effect of Jesse's power augmentation comes on like a wave of nausea. It's a godsend to most imPorts, a superhero refreshment, so it's interesting to him that he's weaponizing it now. Where most people feel Jesse's intention strengthening them, Sylar will be feeling the precise opposite, all the power seeping out of him as if a nullifier just walked in.
Jesse stops a couple feet behind Sylar, and the squeaky wheels stop, too. The three of them have about ninety seconds for the drama to play out before they get too close to tempting fate. Jesse's gaze flicks from Kavinsky to Sylar to the door in constant rotation. There's a gun tucked into his waistband, gangster-style, in case he really needs it. Kavinsky's got it handled, though. That's his boy.]