And just like that, there she was. Given the relative lack of people on the street, it wasn't hard to spot her. But even so, Sylar nearly didn't take notice of her, despite looking right at her, only because it seemed too random, too good to be true. But after a double-take, he was sure of it. Claire Bennet. The cheerleader. What he had expected would take hours, maybe even days to find, had instead practically just landed in his lap. Perhaps there was something to Wolfram & Hart bringing him here - some sort of master plan. But he could wonder about that later. For now, it was time to get to business.
"Stop the car," he demanded, no longer worried about any semblance of politeness. He didn't know if Elle had also spotted Claire, and he didn't really care. Any thoughts he had about Elle had pretty much vanished from his head once he spotted Bennet, as he was now overtaken by the familiar murderous desire. He hadn't realized it until this moment, but he had missed that feeling. It felt...right.
He began to open the door, and stopped. His situation finally came back to him, and he turned to look at his driver. If he left her in the cab, there was no guarantee she wouldn't simply drive off. He didn't want that - he still had unfinished business with her, as well. Still, while she had seemed surprisingly unconcerned with Claire's well-being, he wasn't convinced that she was really looking to help him, either. He supposed, for now, it was probably best to temporarily take her out of thre equation.
"You know, I think I can handle this myself. Why don't you just stick around?" With that, Sylar telekinetically nudged Elle forward, just hard enough to slam her forehead into the steering column, knocking her out. He reached over and pulled her back, so that anyone walking by the car would just see a "napping" driver. Satisfied that Elle wasn't going anywhere, Sylar exited the cab and began following Claire.
He kept several paces behind, not wanting to tip off his presence too soon. But it didn't take long before his excitement got the best of him, and he could no longer resist. "A little far from home, aren't we," he called out, raising his voice enough to make sure the tiny blond heard it. "Or should I say...very far?"