Sylar looked at the decrepit building before, and wondered if this could possibly be the place. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper that had been slipped underneath his motel room's door earlier that day...the one inviting him to this get-together. The address was correct. He slipped the paper back into his pocked at walked towards the door. He would have thought Wolfram & Hart could have afforded a nicer place than this - but then again, he realized, perhaps this wasn't the kind of meeting they wanted taking place in a very public forum.
This assumption seemed confirmed as soon as he walked in. He noticed Charlie sitting across the room, and therefore knew this was spot. But what truly interested Sylar were the others. He had never thought too much about it before, but he realized now that predators must have a certain ability to recognize their own. How else to explain the overwhelming feeling that he was suddenly amongst others with similar...morals to his own.
It wasn't just the over-abundance of dark clothes, or the general feeling of distrust that hung heavily in the air. No, there was a sense of power here...real power, and not just from a single person. He couldn't be sure, but Sylar had a feeling that quite a few of the people here would be worthy of his...special attention. He grinned at the thought. It had been too long since he had tasted blood, and welcomed a new power...
But that would have to wait. For now, he would hang back and see what this was all about. Ignoring the food, beverages, and seats, Sylar walked over to an unoccupied section of wall and leaned against it, and waited...