TWELVE MONTHS AGO
The group of twelve ran through the dust and debris on a specific mission. A couple of hours پہلے this part of New York had been destroyed. They fanned out and slowed their pace. Turning on their head torches they scoured the ground. They carried on. One of them yelled and they all ran over. Looking down they had found what they were after. Crushed under a cement block lay a broken man. Sylar.
SIX MONTHS AGO
Dr Simmons lay crumpled on a bed. He had been unconscious for the past 24 hours. Slowly opening his eyes he took in his surroundings. He wasn’t in a hospital he knew that for sure. But there were still hospital machines around him and an IV running into his body. He tried to lift his arms and to his surprise he felt them restrained with what must have been handcuffs. He groggily sat up as best he could. The events of the گزشتہ دن came back to him. He hoped the boy got away. Looking around for a سیکنڈ time he realise he was in some sort of a cell and he also noticed the shape of an armed guard through the, what must have been bulletproof, glass pane in the cell door. The door opened. A man entered dressed in a full suit that Simmons knew he must always wear. “Hello Henry” the man addressed him giving him a smile. “How do آپ know my name?” Simmons wheezed “We know all about آپ Henry that دکھائیں آپ gave us at the hospital yesterday was most intriguing.” Simmons got slightly annoyed. Wheezing less he spoke again “Stop calling me Henry!” The man smiled again. “Okay then, I’ll call آپ سے طرف کی your surname from now on and please try to refrain from talking. Anyway Simmons I don’t know where آپ learnt those moves from as آپ don’t have any military training that I can see.” Simmons went to talk again but the man raised his hand. “That doesn’t matter anyway. Now I want آپ to listen to me now as آپ may find this a bit unbelievable and hard to understand. My name is Nathan Petrelli. I am senator for New York. I am on a mission to round up certain people that possess how shall I say, extraordinary abilities. These abilities are different for different people. They can manifest as abilities such as regeneration, teleportation, levitation. I know it sounds incredulous but آپ witnessed yesterday that James Canning is no normal human being. We believe he possesses super speed and super strength.” A sign of recognition came onto Simmons’s face. Nathan continued “I am telling آپ this because as آپ may have guessed sometimes these powers can cause problems and there are certain people who use these powers to commit terrible deeds. I would like آپ to come to work for me. It says in your file آپ have studied medicine and IT. We could use both of those assets to both track these people but also to provide healthcare for them. We are doing this solely for theirs and everyone else's protection. I will leave it for now and I will return tomorrow when آپ should be feeling better and have had time to think it over.” With that Nathan turned and left leaving Simmons sitting there in stunned amazement.
ONE دن LATER
Simmons was out of his بستر being allowed out of the restraints and sitting in a chair. There were a couple of کتابیں in his cell and he was currently half way through Great Expectations. There was a knock at the door and looking up he saw Nathan enter. “Good Morning Simmons.” Nathan کہا extending his hand in greeting. Simmons accepted it “Good Morning Senator.” He replied. Nathan drew up another chair “Have آپ had time to think over my proposal” he queried. Simmons sat in silence for a minute. “I have senator and i accept your offer. I will help آپ under one condition. Some of these people are good people I must know that these won’t be hurt” he insisted. Nathan looked up and smiled “Trust me Simmons, some of these people are close دوستوں of mine. I give آپ my word they won’t be harmed. They will only be confined to protect people but the ones that are not good people may well be harmed یا even killed as long as they are never on the streets again.” Simmons nodded he understood. “When can I get out of this place then and start working” he asked. Nathan smiled again. “I’ll get that sorted now; آپ can start work in a week so آپ have some مزید time to prepare. But before I go I want to inform آپ on what آپ will be doing. As I کہا before آپ will be leading a team to help track down people and sometimes may be needed to capture them. However I also want آپ on a project we have set up. It is called Project Superstition. We have had under our custody a man named Sylar who is the most dangerous person with powers and has killed many. We have recovered his body and are monitoring him. I would like آپ to make sure he stays like that and آپ must keep him alive.” Simmons looked puzzled. “Why are آپ keeping him alive? If he’s as dangerous as آپ say surely آپ should kill him.” Nathan thought for a moment, considering “It’s complicated” he کہا and with that he stood up and shook hands again “Good to have آپ on board Simmons”. Nathan then walked out the door.
THREE DAYS AGO
Simmons sat at his ڈیسک working away on his 4 computer screens. Three of them he was using to find people with various different programmes. The fourth showed the vitals of Sylar. Nathan walked in. “Alright Simmons” Simmons didn’t look up “Hey Nathan”. Nathan sat down with Simmons and placed some files down. Simmons looked up. “These are the files on 9 people. They went off the radar a couple of hours پہلے and I need آپ to stop looking for other people and focus on these. Some are dangerous but some we just want to help like James Canning.” Simmons reacted to the name and instantly picked up the folders. “I will do it sir” Nathan nodded and left. Simmons dropped 8 of the files back onto the میز, جدول and picked up James’. He started working straight away. He needed to find this boy.
The group of twelve ran through the dust and debris on a specific mission. A couple of hours پہلے this part of New York had been destroyed. They fanned out and slowed their pace. Turning on their head torches they scoured the ground. They carried on. One of them yelled and they all ran over. Looking down they had found what they were after. Crushed under a cement block lay a broken man. Sylar.
SIX MONTHS AGO
Dr Simmons lay crumpled on a bed. He had been unconscious for the past 24 hours. Slowly opening his eyes he took in his surroundings. He wasn’t in a hospital he knew that for sure. But there were still hospital machines around him and an IV running into his body. He tried to lift his arms and to his surprise he felt them restrained with what must have been handcuffs. He groggily sat up as best he could. The events of the گزشتہ دن came back to him. He hoped the boy got away. Looking around for a سیکنڈ time he realise he was in some sort of a cell and he also noticed the shape of an armed guard through the, what must have been bulletproof, glass pane in the cell door. The door opened. A man entered dressed in a full suit that Simmons knew he must always wear. “Hello Henry” the man addressed him giving him a smile. “How do آپ know my name?” Simmons wheezed “We know all about آپ Henry that دکھائیں آپ gave us at the hospital yesterday was most intriguing.” Simmons got slightly annoyed. Wheezing less he spoke again “Stop calling me Henry!” The man smiled again. “Okay then, I’ll call آپ سے طرف کی your surname from now on and please try to refrain from talking. Anyway Simmons I don’t know where آپ learnt those moves from as آپ don’t have any military training that I can see.” Simmons went to talk again but the man raised his hand. “That doesn’t matter anyway. Now I want آپ to listen to me now as آپ may find this a bit unbelievable and hard to understand. My name is Nathan Petrelli. I am senator for New York. I am on a mission to round up certain people that possess how shall I say, extraordinary abilities. These abilities are different for different people. They can manifest as abilities such as regeneration, teleportation, levitation. I know it sounds incredulous but آپ witnessed yesterday that James Canning is no normal human being. We believe he possesses super speed and super strength.” A sign of recognition came onto Simmons’s face. Nathan continued “I am telling آپ this because as آپ may have guessed sometimes these powers can cause problems and there are certain people who use these powers to commit terrible deeds. I would like آپ to come to work for me. It says in your file آپ have studied medicine and IT. We could use both of those assets to both track these people but also to provide healthcare for them. We are doing this solely for theirs and everyone else's protection. I will leave it for now and I will return tomorrow when آپ should be feeling better and have had time to think it over.” With that Nathan turned and left leaving Simmons sitting there in stunned amazement.
ONE دن LATER
Simmons was out of his بستر being allowed out of the restraints and sitting in a chair. There were a couple of کتابیں in his cell and he was currently half way through Great Expectations. There was a knock at the door and looking up he saw Nathan enter. “Good Morning Simmons.” Nathan کہا extending his hand in greeting. Simmons accepted it “Good Morning Senator.” He replied. Nathan drew up another chair “Have آپ had time to think over my proposal” he queried. Simmons sat in silence for a minute. “I have senator and i accept your offer. I will help آپ under one condition. Some of these people are good people I must know that these won’t be hurt” he insisted. Nathan looked up and smiled “Trust me Simmons, some of these people are close دوستوں of mine. I give آپ my word they won’t be harmed. They will only be confined to protect people but the ones that are not good people may well be harmed یا even killed as long as they are never on the streets again.” Simmons nodded he understood. “When can I get out of this place then and start working” he asked. Nathan smiled again. “I’ll get that sorted now; آپ can start work in a week so آپ have some مزید time to prepare. But before I go I want to inform آپ on what آپ will be doing. As I کہا before آپ will be leading a team to help track down people and sometimes may be needed to capture them. However I also want آپ on a project we have set up. It is called Project Superstition. We have had under our custody a man named Sylar who is the most dangerous person with powers and has killed many. We have recovered his body and are monitoring him. I would like آپ to make sure he stays like that and آپ must keep him alive.” Simmons looked puzzled. “Why are آپ keeping him alive? If he’s as dangerous as آپ say surely آپ should kill him.” Nathan thought for a moment, considering “It’s complicated” he کہا and with that he stood up and shook hands again “Good to have آپ on board Simmons”. Nathan then walked out the door.
THREE DAYS AGO
Simmons sat at his ڈیسک working away on his 4 computer screens. Three of them he was using to find people with various different programmes. The fourth showed the vitals of Sylar. Nathan walked in. “Alright Simmons” Simmons didn’t look up “Hey Nathan”. Nathan sat down with Simmons and placed some files down. Simmons looked up. “These are the files on 9 people. They went off the radar a couple of hours پہلے and I need آپ to stop looking for other people and focus on these. Some are dangerous but some we just want to help like James Canning.” Simmons reacted to the name and instantly picked up the folders. “I will do it sir” Nathan nodded and left. Simmons dropped 8 of the files back onto the میز, جدول and picked up James’. He started working straight away. He needed to find this boy.