Peter was sitting in the office, as seemed to be his usual location ever since he was banned from working front desk anymore. When he heard Claire's thought in his mind, he started to get up, picking up the mug of coffee by his hand to catch a last sip before heading out.
Then the alarms began to sound. The mug was dropped immediately, and by the time it shattered on the floor, Peter was already in the lobby, one hand raised in defense, instincts already on alert. Claire was in the lobby.
The sight of the man with her made him blink. There was a brief struggle within him. The protective urge wanted to throw the dark-haired man aside, away from his niece, while his sanity reminded him that Gabriel was not the man he wanted to kill. But there was something else, a whisper of panic, a warning in his head that something wasn't right about the man.
Peter lowered his hand, and started walking towards the front desk to see what the alarm was all about. "Claire, what's the--"
He stopped cold, looking at the screen. UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY was flashing. Under that, the words that chilled his blood.
GABRIEL GRAY DETECTED IN ROOM 22 GABRIEL GRAY DETECTED IN LOBBY
The air temperature in the room plummeted. Peter's hand shot up, aimed at Sylar, a burst of telekinesis throwing the villain back and pinning him to the wall.