Noah Bennet (_hrg) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2009-05-07 22:55:00 |
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Who: Noah Bennet
What: Checking out the blast site and writing his findings to Arthur Petrelli.
Where: Site of the Explosion.
When: Late evening; 11PM.
Open: No.
After the request from Arthur Petrelli, a tired and nearly unwilling Noah dragged himself out of the comfortable he'd gotten himself situated in and bundled himself up to go check out the site of the explosion. He wondered why Arthur really wanted him to go deal with it; Noah had been nothing less than crass when the two had spoken previous, but he supposed their friendship had stuck it through and Arthur was giving him some pointless busy work.
Better be getting paid for this, Noah thought as he stepped out into the night, the frigid breeze chilling him to the bone almost immediately. Arthur had asked to figure out if it had been one of theirs, and he quickly ran down in his mind who he knew existed here that he knew. Elle was immediately written off; if this was a warehouse with temperature or spark sensitive materials it would have been different.
Passing by the yellow tape he poked around in the rubble a bit, trying to figure it out. Claire wouldn't be so destructive-- of course, he didn't really know his daughter any longer and she said she had become somewhat of a fighter. Reluctantly, he kept Claire in his mind. Nathan was here, but he flew, he didn't blow things up. It very well could have been Sylar; he knew that one was usually up to no good and he did have the intimate knowledge of how things work, his file had said, Noah trying to recall all the files he'd read over at Primatech over the years. There was also Adam Monroe, a man of whom he knew next to nothing about, aside from that he tried to release a virus in the Company way back when, and that he was Claire's real father. He hated that man. Lastly, there was Peter. Claire had told Noah that in the future, Peter shapeshifted to other people in order to... he paused, back straightening and a chill crawling down it. There'd been an attack. An explosion. It'd killed his wife and then Peter, in another's form, according to Claire, had killed him.
After thinking it out back in his room, he wrote Arthur a letter and then went to the others residence to drop it off. He met the butler, and since it was so late, Noah decided not to disturb him, heading home again to wait for Nathan's arrival.
Arthur,
I do hope this letter finds you well.
As per your request on checking out the site of the explosion, I have come to a couple very narrow conclusions. As I know nothing of other members of this community, I have reviewed the people that I do know are present here. On a short list, the following people have been crossed off:
Elle Bishop
Nathan Petrelli
I do suggest that we look into the following people for further investigation:
Claire Bennet
Peter Petrelli
Sylar
Please allow me to explain to you why I believe any one of these three aforementioned may be of suspect. Both Claire Bennet and Peter Petrelli have been brought here (by whichever means) from the future. My daughter has explained to me the events of my death in the future that involve Peter Petrelli shapeshifting, taking on other forms and committing acts of terrorism such as an attack on the Company, one in which my wife perishes in a set explosion and I am shot and killed. This leads me to believe both may have intimate knowledge of explosives and how to wire them. Of course I cannot explain to you why they may target the buildings that were affected. It seems that Claire may be easily swayed by your son, and I am sorry to both implicate my daughter and your son in this horrendous situation.
As for Sylar, it is not in his MO to do such a thing, but of course I cannot put it past him. He has a taste for death and destruction, and this is a slow, sleepy town, one which was spiced up with this action, the kind of destruction Sylar feeds on. I doubt it is him, but at this time I unfortunately cannot rule out the possibility.
As I mentioned, these are all very narrow conclusions; there is a lack of evidence and a lack of communal knowledge on my part so I am sorry if my hunch leads us in the wrong direction as I could be completely off, and I hope I am because I do not want to know if my daughter or your son are capable of this kind of carnage. Of course, we can look into all suspects further. I do hope this has helped you. If you need to speak further about this, please do not hesitate to contact me at your earliest convenience to discuss this.
Regards,
Noah Bennet