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Scene Title Deconstruction
Synopsis Members of PARIAH gather to discuss the consequences of their raid. It gets ugly.
Date September 22nd, 2008

The Hangar, Greenwich Village

A wrought-iron fence borders several small garden beds and the stone stairs leading up to the house's front door. The house itself is a structure of old stone - not even concrete blocks, but quarried stone — with natural-color wood doors and window frames. The windows on the ground floor are barred. Inside, the level is divided into only three rooms. The first is the foyer, with polished hardwood flooring, a freestanding coatrack on either side, iron-dark against soft-amber interior walls. The main staircase spirals up from one corner of the foyer, girded by a wrought-iron railing.

To the right from the entrance is the kitchen. The walls just off from white, the floor tiled in dark gray. In the center of the kitchen is a black-topped island, matching the counters that line the room. One wall is dominated by an eminently modern stove framed by an anachronistic brick hearth. Cabinets above the counters have glass doors; the windows above the sink are framed in light-colored curtains, the illumination they let in adding to the expansive atmosphere. The dining room takes up the back of this floor. The far wall is brick and stone, with a facade of a fireplace mantle in the center. Interior walls have been painted a tone intermediate between amber and ivory, which is also the accent color in the dark rug beneath the long dining table.

Normally, Grace isn't 'on-duty' during the day, but the last few days have been anything but normal, what with PARIAH members semi-resident in the safehouse. So she's arranged to work from home for a bit, helping Alistair manage the abrupt increase in traffic. Keeping an eye on what the nosy neighbors are allowed to see. For the event of the meeting, it was Grace who met Trask at a rendezvous point a couple of blocks away, and let him in through the house's security system; now she leads him up to the second story of the townhouse, into the room where Alexander's staying and the meeting is to be held.

She's not entirely sure who's called the meeting, but she's hoping it was Cameron. Helena shows up early just to be on the safe side and to make sure that she doesn't miss anything. She follows the protocols she was instructed on to gain entry, and once able to pass through, her first stop is a visit in with Alex to make sure he's alright.

Alexander is recovering swiftly, but still weak and in pain. He's gone from his usual 'yeah, totally of Irish descent' pallor right into an awful greyish shade. But the burns are healing cleanly, and there are no signs of further infection or complications. He's lying on a guest bed, covered only by a sheet — modesty takes a back seat to ease of care for those tending him. His right arm and shoulder are covered by a network of bandages. At the moment, he's conscious and gazing out the window.

Eve Mas enters the room and looks around. She spots Helena and nods before taking a lean against the wall. Her hair has seen better days and it is obvious that she hasn't been sleeping. She is wearing a green dress along with a pair of black boots and her finger drum against the wall. She smiles gently at Alex, "Hey Big Guy" she says and walks over to kneel next to him, "How ya holding up?" This is the most emotion Eve has shown since the raid happened.

Trask has finally felt safe enough to be clear of any one following him. He's been at work the last couple days and Homeland hasn't pinched him yet. So he contacted those he could and set up this meeting, he is well covered as normal when he runs into Grace and actually takes a step back when he sees who is bringing him in.

"Hey, sailor." Helena greets as she moves to sit down on the floor, her back against the bottom part of Alexander's couch. "How is it playing Lady of the Camellias or whatever it is when you're in a sickbed?" Her tone is a bit forcedly cheerful, considering the aftermath of what they've been through. "I heard there might be some folks coming in. We can hopefully get them appraised of what's going on, see if they have any information."

Following Eve into the guest room, Grace pauses beside the dresser, on which she left her laptop earlier in the day. "How is everyone today?" she asks, as politely as her ruined voice allows. "Need anything?" Her gaze flicks to each of the PARIAH members in turn, then to the window. Hm. Walking over to it, the woman pulls the inner curtain closed, a sheer drapery that blurs the outside and does much more to conceal the crowd now inside. As she turns back, Grace gives Alexander a (very) faintly apologetic look.

"I'm awright. Gimme a few days, I'll be up," Al says, with that same dogged and determined good cheer. "Nothin' to do but lie around and sleep and read," he says, with a faint sigh, grinning at the women. He merely nods at Grace. No argument there.

Trask is shown in and has a feeling of nervousness even though his face is not seen. The russian accent is on, "Helaina, Eva, Alexi, I'm glad to see your all still in one peace.

"Yeah, I don't really have anything I need, as of right now thanks" Eve says to Grace and then nods at Trask, "It's great to be in one piece. Have you heard from Cameron" her eyes are full of worry.

"I'm good." Helena flashes a smile at Grace, and then at Trask. "You too." she says. Eve is very pointedly ignored.

Assured that her guests are comfortable, Grace returns to the dresser to retrieve her laptop. She then claims a chair for her own and sets the little computer up, eyes on the screen and one ear on the meeting while she waits for it to load.

Trask shakes his head, "I haven't seen or heard from Cameron or his team, or from Piotr, or Claire….I'm afraid there is a chance that we are all that is left.

Eve doesn't even act like Helena is in the same room. Her gaze slides over the woman to look at Trask. "Then we need to decide what to do next. Has anyone been in contact with Wireless" she tilts her head and goes to leans against the wall her dress rustling slightly. "We're gonna need a plan"

"I heard from Cam's team the other night." Helena offers, "But not since. Claire's in Homeland Security custody, and Peter…" she trails off, but then asserts, "Last I saw Peter, he and Sylar disappeared in that gout of flame. They might have teleported, which means they could be anywhere. Or they might be dead." She says it unflinchingly. Looking over at Eve, "No shit, Sherlock." She looks back to the others. "We're still regrouping. I've been in touch with Wireless and I'm arranging some meetings while we're still in escape and evade mode. I'm going to see if there are other resources we can tap. Sergei, is there a way for you to poke around about Claire's status without getting pinged?"

Trask says, "I've already been doing so. I don't care if I get pinged, if she has a file I will find it. No one has rolled in to pick me up yet so that means she's somehow kept Parkman out of her mind and is holding up to whatever torture they are putting her through. We have to get her out of there."

Alexander lets his eyes drift shut for a moment. "God only knows what Claire has told t hem," he breathes, barely above a whisper. "Wait, what about Parkman?" he wonders, rolling his head to peer at Trask.

"The meetings will be essential, I've met with some of the other PARIAH members and they are freaked the hell out. They need reassurance" she doesn't even rise to the bait that Helena gives instead, "I've been dreaming things and? I recently started to try and focus before I got to sleep so I can see a particular person, it hasn't worked yet. I've been looking for Peter. I'll leave the matter of Claire in Sergei's hands" she looks to Trask and nods she finds him more than capable. "Just be careful" she adds to Trask and then relapses into silence.

"It matters to us if you get pinged, Sergei." Helena says firmly. "You're our only solid access into law enforcement and we need to keep it that way. Try checking to see if there have been new updates to the Registration listings. If they captured her, chances are they'd register her whether she likes it or not." To Alex, "We won't know how deep he would have worked her over. We'll just have to manage as best we can." She looks back at Eve. "If you have any leads on Peter, or you get any, you tell me. If you withhold and I find out, it's one more to add to the pile of fuck ups you've already collected. Right now I trust you about as far as I can throw you. You can hopefully improve on that."

Trask says, "The Agent that nabbed her, is a mind reader." He looks away, "I never should have let them go."

Alexander Swears under his breath. "Was the guy with the short brown hair, roundish face?"

Eve tilts her head at Helena and her gaze goes hard, "I didn't fuck up, I used by head" she breathes slowly and then returns her gaze to Helena, " What exactly would I get from doing that Hel? Don't worry, I won't keep anything from you about your boyfriend. If I really wanted to betray you Helena, I could let you die all the times I saw it and never say anything to you. Don't question my loyalties. I've been doing this longer than you have and learned a lot while I was at it. Period discussion over" She brushes a strand of her hair out of her eyes and she continues to stare at Helena. To Trask, "Don't blame yourself, it doesn't help you or Claire. Move on from it, so you can bring her back to us"

"I'm not going to argue with you, Eve. You can't argue with the terminally stupid. Let me make this perfectly clear: I will question your loyalties as long as you continue to do things like hesitating on a shot you're supposed to take and assuming things about my emotional state or line of thought. I don't care how long you've been doing this, since you have the emotional maturity of a twelve year old and about as much cognitive skill as a kid still in single digits. You can ignore me all you want, but the bottom line is, you don't have half or even a quarter of the wisdom of age you think you do, you're a clueless ditz in overdone goth glam who runs her mouth about things she has no idea about." That said, she turns to Trask. "Can you check the Registration list and report back?" Poor Alex, the only thing he needs to do is get well.

"Shit. He's….I've run into him before," Alex says, knotting his fingers in the sheet that covers him, and looking even more distressed. "Can he dig without you knowing? I mean, I wasn't thinking of much when I was around him, but damn…."

Trask nods, "I will see what I can dig up, I'm checking the list everyday, she hasn't shown up on it yet. Look if they keep ahold of her, eventually Parkman isgoing to get in" he nods to Alex to answer his question "Which means he will know who we are. He won't know where you all are, but they will pick me up first. That or they will start following me to have me lead them to you. you need to be careful about contacts with me."

"That's why I said discussion over Helena, it wasn't an argument." When Helena makes her next comment she freezes and her hands curl into fists. "It didn't make sense Hel! Why would Sylar spend all that time with us in HQ and not kill any of us? Not even make a threat, but he waits until we get to the raid and decides to? It's stupid not to suspect something deeper going on than what we were told. Yes I am crazy and nuts and psycho. When you have seen the things I have seen in dreams and then watch them happen, /then/ you judge me. Little girl trying to play an adult's game. Don't get lost in it, your trust? Matters nothing to me, never did." she smirks and shakes her head at Helena, "I pity you Hel" she sighs and leans her head against the wall. When did this all begin? Eve looks to Trask, "Just do the best that you can" Her eyes close and she seems to be dozing off to sleep. Eve's gaze centers on Alex, "I would assume so. We can only hope that he didn't get anything from your mind."

"Because there was someone he wanted to get to in level five." Helena says succinctly. She's done with Eve. And by done? It'll be a cold day in Hell when Helena will want anything to do with the woman that doesn't pertain to her visions, and even then, it'll be treated with all due speculation. She looks back to Alex. "Chances are if you weren't doing anything at the time to arouse suspicion he'd have no reason to probe." She rubs her nose lightly. "I've got a meeting with some of the Ferrymen's leadership at dawn. Hopefully Wireless can look into Claire's status and if I find out anything, I'll call you with an update, Sergei." She looks around. "I think we're good for the present. I'll also get a status on Cam."

Trask says, "They were waiting for us. It was a trap, Homeland was in place in our wing and every cell was empty. Parkman had us flanked, and already knew the Mohinder and Sylar had been switched. It was all a set up."

Alexander has fallen silent again, letting go of his deathgrip on the sheet. He looks perturbed. Man. Too bad he can't just shoot Matt.

Eve snorts, "Wrong answer" she then yawns and cracks her back. Eve has no use for Helena, doesn't matter to her. As for her visions? Helena was never told of Eve's visions unless Cam or Eve decided to include her in them. Eve walks over and pats Alex on the head, "I'll be coming back to see you, get well" she then walks back to Trask and pats his shoulder, "We need to speak also" she says and then nods to Grace and winks at Helena, she isn't mad at the young woman. She has her opinions of Eve but that doesn't really matter to her. "Good night everyone and if I have a vision, you guys will be the first to know. Times are going to get harder, but we have to stick together" she looks at Helena as she finishes what she has to say and she exits the room.

September 22nd: Special Delivery

Previously in this storyline…
You're Very Analytical

Next in this storyline…
This We Know...

September 22nd: Taking a Risk
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