Thy Will Be Done


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Scene Title Thy Will Be Done
Synopsis Restored to power, Arthur Petrelli gathers those loyal to him to his side to plan the next step of their operations.
Date March 30, 2009

Pinehearst Headquarters

Amid the urban parks of Fort Lee New Jersey, the Pinehearst Corporate Headquarters is an unusual sight. Architecturally designed with an eye for the natural environment, the building is both sleek and modern while retaining a touch of the natural world. The primary facility is a seven story office building rising up out of forested grounds, the reflective green-tinted plate windows show not the neighboring Jersey cityscape, but reflect the natural splendor of the six acres of land the facility rests on. The secondary facility and central lobby is a two-floor structure with a rounded front lined with square columns, an entire green-tinted glass wall behind it shadowing the lobby beyond.

Between these two structures, a central courtyard is filled with neatly landscaped trees surrounded by bark mulch, a fountain prominently displaying a stone slab with the Pinehearst logo flanked by benches, and stone walkways that meander through this lush, natural splendor. Near the lobby entrance, an enormous blue and green double-helix proudly identifies the building as Pinehearst property.

Stormclouds on the horizon flash with the first lightning of the season, with the temperature shifting towards warm as it has been for several weeks now, spring is finally coming to New York. A chance of revivification, of renewal from the long and dark winter that had nearly strangled the city to death in its icy grasp. But here, staring out the window of his office through green-tinted glass, overlooking the office park of the Pinehearst Company Headquarters, Arthur Petrelli sees more than the physical storm on the approach, he sees the proverbial one as well.

"I'd like to thank you all for gathering together on such short notice," He turns to look down the board-room table dominating the center of the office, to Roger Goodman's dark silhouette situated at the opposite head of the table. Nearby, Maury Parkman rests with both hands folded, head bowed in silence as he stares down at his folded hands.

Seated on the table with his legs hanging off, biting into an apple, Adam Monroe is the most casual of the group gathered here. "Oh, come on Arthur," he looks up from the fruit, considering the old man for a moment, "you know there's few people in the world I'd rather fly half-way 'round the world to see."

"Adam…" Arthur circles around the head of the table, walking along the side with his hands tucked into his pockets, "you know I had a struggle in my mind, debating on what exactly to do with you, once I found out you had escaped from the Company." Adam stiffens under the attention, playing off something more casual as he bites into the apple again with a loud, obnoxious crunch.

"My doctors recommended that I haul you down to where I was rotting away, and suck every ounce of immortality out of your precious little head." The patriarch of the Petrelli family approaches the blonde man, looking down at him with a stern expression befitting of a disapproving father. "But I thought, what good would it possibly do me, to kill one of the few people who has as much of a grudge against the Company as I do?"

One of Roger's brows rise slowly at the suggestion that whatever Arthur can do would kill the immortal seated on the table. Adam's reaction is far less plain; a broad grimace followed by him sliding off of the table and on to his feet, approaching Arthur to stare up into the old man's weary eyes. He brings the apple up, biting down slowly and loudly again, never once breaking his stare, until finally he moves to take a chair and sit down.

Sighing, Arthur motions to Roger with one weathered hand, "Mister Goodman has been kind enough to bring me up to speed on our current operations. We have one more step in our initial phase, which Roger is going to handle, but given that we're clear to move on to what will likely be the most difficult step of this work."

"Arthur," having been silent all of this time, Maury finally speaks up, but he doesn't move his gaze from his hands. Arthur hesitates, looking down to Maury with one brow raised. "When I signed on for this, you promised me that Matty would be safe, you promised me that you'd keep him out of harm's way," his eyes track to Roger, then up to Arthur.

"I have no intention of rescinding that offer, Maury. Your boy is safe, after all, family is of the utmost importance." Walking towards the windows facing the front park of the Pinehearst complex, Arthur folds his hands behind his back. "Tomorrow, our intelligence indicates that Phoenix is going to be making its move on the Moab Federal Penitentiary. I'm— " he looks over his shoulder to the table, "not expecting this to work. Odds are not in their favor, but," he rolls one shoulder, "this is mostly as I had anticipated."

Continuing to speak, Arthur paces back and forth across the room, hands folded behind his back all the while. "Getting Peter out of Moab is a priority, and I know we've entrusted one of our assets to this task — Gillian Childs. This will primarily be a field-test for her ability's capabilities. Once we have her and the other asset in our control, we'll be able to move more closely on the issue of Primatech."

"Sir," Roger speaks up with one brow raised, "you expect Phoenix to fail in Moab?" He leans back into his chair, hands folding. "I— will admit this strikes me as counter productive. What could we possibly see to gain from their failure at the Penitentiary?"

"Leave that detail to me, Roger." Quick to dismiss the question, Arthur moves on immediately to the next topic. "Our next primary objective will be to transport Tyler Case from holding in the Primatech Brooklyn facility to this building. I want him and Miss Childs here once we begin work on the formula again."

"The formula?" Adam perks up, looking to Maury sharply, then Arthur again, "I thought Nakamura wasn't going to be involved with us?" Bristling at the very name, it is only when Arthur levels a stern stare on Adam that the immortal relaxes slightly in his chair, clearly a you didn't let me finish look.

"We've been working on perfecting a new strain of the formula for some time now, with… less than satisfactory results." Arthur glances to Goodman, then back to Adam, "The current test subjects were culled from the city's homeless population, and most of them proved to be remarkably unstable, resulting in a degradation of their cellular makeup that caused them to…"

"Melt." Roger finishes, his tone succinct if not somewhat in disbelief of the very notion. Adam's expression sours, and even at the grim description he takes another noisy bite of his apple. "Doctor Meier has made little in the way of progress since the initial tests in the winter. The unexpected mutation of the Shanti virus with this version of the formula halted our production, making it evident that we need to regain the original formula for the chemical compound."

Arthur nods slowly, looking to Adam, "That, Mister Monroe, is where you come in." One eye narrows as Adam watches Arthur, "I need you to round up a team of people you trust, and take them to Tokyo. I think you and Mister Nakamura have some unfinished business to attend to, and while you're entertaining yourself, I'd also like you to acquire the formula documentation from him. We're not sure exactly where it's kept yet, but all signs point to the Yamagato building."

"You want me to go up toe to toe with Old Carp?" A crooked smile crosses Adam's lips, and he turns to throw the core of the apple into a wastebasket with a rattling clang of the metal. "You had me at hello, ol' chap."

Grinning, Arthur nods his head, "I'm glad we could come to an agreement, Adam. With that out of the way, we're going to have both of the products of the original formula in our grasp. Which means I want blood samples taken from them by Doctor Meier, and then a comparison sample taken from Case once he's brought in."

"As for the Company front," Roger looks down to paperwork positioned in front of him on the desk, "I've successfully done my best at subtly destabilizing their work. I recruited a rather unreliable agent in Minea Dahl, who with my vetting should pass under their radar for some time while serving as a security hole in Phoenix's favor. Unfortunately I was unable to get Agent Wickham killed in his investigation of Ethan Holden, it would have given the Company something to keep their focus on for some time."

Sifting through his paperwork, Roger nods at something he reads, "I sent Agent Bishop to serve as the Company Liason prison inspector to Moab, as was requested by President Petrelli, that should at the very least spark his displeasure enough to focus the government's attention with more scrutiny towards Primatech's operations. Between that, the holes I purposefully left during the Tyler Case investigation, and several sloppy cleanups of agent activities, we should have a large enough Bullseye painted on the Company now."

Roger, however, looks up with a serious expression to Arthur, "Of course, that leaves us with the situation of Director Dalton, I've heard rumblings that Bob Bishop will likely be coming in soon, which means— "

"I'll handle Sabra." Arthur's tone is quiet, placating, "She and I go too far back to let this be handled by your hands, Roger. When the time comes, she and I will have words. Back then, there were few people I'd trust more than her…" Arthur's brow furrows slowly, "We all have our particulars, let me handle this one."

When Roger drops the issue of Sabra Dalton, Maury quietly nods to a thought of his own. Looking back up to Arthur, he seems hesitant to interject, "What about Molly?" Arthur's eyes narrow, and he looks back to Maury, distracted from his thoughts.

"What about her?" The tone of voice causes the senior Parkman to shrink back in his seat, waving one hand to dismiss the issue. "Lastly, Maury, I need you to continue to handle the administrative tasks you've been charged with while I was incapacitated. For the time being, we're going to keep my recovery a secret while I work on an angle to handle Daniel and Angela in a more permanent fashion."

"I'll put together a transfer request for Tyler Case to be moved from the Bronx facility to the Hartsdale facility, and we'll arrange for an attack on the transport. I think I know of a few individuals who'd be willing to be outsourced for that." Roger rises from his chair as he speaks, pushing it out slowly, "I should go speak to Winters. He's going to be a much harder sell than Childs was," Goodman smirks, shaking his head slowly.

"Roger," Arthur raises one hand, "if you could," he steps around Maury's chair to walk to the gaunt man's side, "hold off on letting him know all of the details about his sister, if you could?" One dark brow rises as Arthur rests a hand on Roger's shoulder. "Let's let him handle one revelation at a time, shall we?"

"If…" Roger's eyes move to the hand, anxiously, "you think that's for the best sir. Of course."

Yawning, Adam pushes himself up from the chair he was seated in and folds his hands behind his head. "Yes, yes, thy will be done and all that biblical nonsense, am I free to go now? I have to track down a lovely lady-friend and tell her I'm going to make a Geisha out of her." Huruma's very presence in Japan will stand out like a polar bear in Hawaii.

"It's so good to see you again, Arthur," Adam grins crookedly, stepping around the older looking leader of Pinehearst, "you'll pardon me if I don't shake your hand on the way out, yeah?"

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Divide the Light from the Dark

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