dangerous_tech

Text message to Jeremy.

"Dude, where the fuck r u?"

D.

Text email to Micah.

(Private, sent by an anon addy.)Untraceable, anon acct. St1cksUP43v3ryMAN@live.com: Blog name: Che Guevara! Title: VIVA LA REVOLUTION!

Dear Boyscout:

I give up! I've tried, I made mistakes, haven't we all? Still, the cold. I know the cold too well, I know what it is like for people to give up and walk away, I've seen it done plenty of times, I can still see the backs of their heads, one by one. My redemption, my sacrifice was nothing...I am trying. I am. I can't make you see me, the human me. I worry for you, I am scared for your safety. I will never bother you again. You have your mission, I have mine.

Che Guevara.

To: 265-060
From: 212-555-3681

labrat libby: so, I'm in ny and you are not. sup?

Playing by their rules isn't getting us anywhere. If anything, it's just putting Sylar that much farther ahead of the game.

Parkman's coming back in from LA. We're going to find a way to put an end to this once and for all.

He's not dead. There was another victim yesterday. Tom Miller in Arlington. The bastard is still in DC.

A Republican saying that nothing will ever be the same again? Somehow, I'm not reassured.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know that you have been tolerating a lot in these most dire of times: wars that you never asked for, economy uncertainty, political corruption, and fear for the most important thing of all, your own safety and the safety of the people that you love. And I also know that many of you count me among the people responsible for these atrocities, and for that, I am sorry.

But I assure you that I have been taking steps towards improving our position in the world. I have been working to convince the President of the steps that he must take to make sure that America changes for the better and provides the United States citizens with change that they can believe in. I intend to help bring the White House back to the people, back to this country, and I promise you that when the President agrees to meet with me, when he agrees to shake my hand, real change will come, and nothing will ever be the same again.

I want to thank you all very much for your time.

Untraceable, anon acct. St1cksUP43v3ryMAN@live.com: Blog name: Che Guevara! Title: VIVA LA REVOLUTION!

Blog post to Rebel: Che Guevara is back!

Text message to Peter from untraceable, anon acct. St1cksUP43v3ryMAN@live.com:

Thank you for your help. It's time. (Endtrans.)



(OOC: Tracy used a different Internet place to gain access her acct, from a different state. Having worn latex gloves when she typed it, taking them with her and in her new disguise. Leaving later that day from said town via a bus first,(at night), to a bus station, then a cab that she paid to drop her off two towns over from her destination, taking a public bus to her new town, a cab ride to about four blocks away from her hotel/motel. Walking a few blocks, via shortcuts and such. Making sure she was not followed back to the hotel room she rented under Battista Yvonne Scout. AKA B. Y. Scout. Tracy refused to be taken back into custody, she had a pay as you go phone now too. Tracy made sure to give the number to no one, plus she bought a couple of phones, just in case she needed to ditch one quick. OOC Battista in Greek means, The Baptizer.)

Did you know that Rebel was a child?

To: +2125553681

labrat libby: (using AOL IM) are you going to speak to me ever?

To: GHalcomb@iona.edu
From: m.fax@gmail.com

Yo.

So, most people get this stuff from their friends or friends of friends, etc. Just nod at some one who looks like they're high sometime, because they probably are. I'm new to this area, so I've had to try my way around it. Be careful you don't get anything tainted, because it could fuck you up more or just plain do nothing. If all else fails, I've got some cheap shit and a better way to get high now, so if you're in the city, you could have it. It's not high quality, but it still works if you smoke enough.

Oh yeah, and this is all assuming you're not a narc or something, which would suck and if that's the case, we never had this conversation.

Mark.

( cut for length, appears on blog without filters )

Reb Micah

This is Peter. The Ice Queen is with me. Checking in on you. Please.

( text to Gabriel )

St1cksUP43v3ryMAN@live.com to Peter Petrelli's email.

Consider me Che' Guevara and I want to assist in the uprising. We've met before, come to the place where we crashed into one another, shaking up the trees, playing dress up in the dark. If you understand, say yes. Come alone, dusk.

endTrans.

(Tracy took a bus to where the plan supposedly crash landed. Making her way around before their meeting to make sure she could find the place right outside of the crash that she and Peter literally crashed into one another.)

( Call to Gabriel )

To: nosavior@gmail.com
From: m.fax@gmail.com

Peter.

This is Mark. Libby's roommate. We met before.

I need your help. Some one named Gabriel has kidnapped Libby. They are at Gray & Sons in Brooklyn. I'm going to get her.

Where are you?

[two hours later]

Claire, where are you?

[twenty minutes later]

ANSWER ME

To: 212-555-4964 (Libby)
From: 212-555-3681

Calling at increasingly brief intervals between 11:00 and 12:00 PM.

Hm, when was the last time I had one of these... well, no matter in trying to remember.

I revisited a book today. The Five People You Meet In Heaven. The summary is simply what was stated before, a man who has died and migrated to the golden gates. In Mitch Albom’s perspective, heaven was a place to have odd situations in your life explained to you, thus meeting five people. I have always wondered what heaven was like…if there was a heaven.

So I ask you this, simply out of curiosity: what would the perfect heaven be?