"I need two plane tickets to New York," he says quietly and cautiously, suspecting that Noah could be nearby.
"I'm sorry, sir. Mi english no es..." she begins.
Elle walks over and hits the counter with her fists. "Dos, por favor. Nueva York."
The woman looks at her, confused, and then back at Sylar. "Nueva York? Hoy?"
Elle rolls her eyes and starts talking again. "Si. Hoy," she responds.
The woman looks at her computer screen, clicking furiously at her mouse. She looks sadly up at Sylar, and then at Elle, who's is impatiently clicking her nails.
"Uh, como se dice...? Uh, no tickets available?" she struggles to spit out.
Sylar's eyes somehow become darker, his subtle frown turning into a scowl, and he clenches his fists under the counter. Elle notices his discomfort and takes his hand carefully, then looks up.
"We need those tickets. Um... Necesitamos. Por favor?"
The woman shakes her head after checking her computer again. Sylar begins to lose control of his anger, and squeezes Elle's small hand. She tries to pull it away, but he just tightens his grip. Now she's in pain.
"Let go," she whispers.
He stares angrily at the woman, then lifts his hand and begins to choke her (using telekinesis). Elle gasps and grabs his arm to pull it down, but he resists. The woman scratches at her neck and fear fills her eyes as her feet leave the ground.
"We really need those tickets," Sylar orders, as a smile forms on his face.
Elle stops hitting him and puts her hand on his cheek. He turns and looks at her, and the smile leaves his face again. His hand loosens and he keeps staring into Elle's eyes. The woman drops to the ground and passes out.
"Good boy," Elle jokes.
Sylar smiles as Elle removes her hand from his cheek. Elle walks over and helps the woman up, also grabbing the papers she knocked off of her desk.
"Are you okay?" she asks quietly.
"That man..." She looks up at Sylar. "He tried to kill me..."
Elle laughs. "You fell and hit your head. He only wanted to make sure you were okay."
"But... But, he did. He levitated me... Right off the ground! And he was choking me." The woman realizes how crazy what she's saying sounds, and rubs her forehead. "Sorry. I must've hit my head really hard."
Elle smiles. "You sure did."
"What can I do? I mean, what do you guys need? I can get you anything you want," she offers.
"You told us you couldn't speak english very well," Sylar says, tilting his head curiously.
"I did? Are you sure... I wasn't out of it? Had I already hit my head?" she lies.
A smile starts to form on Sylar's face, and he places his hands on the counter. "I know you know. Tell me... Why did you lie to us?"
She sits down and looks at her computer, ignoring his question.
"Where did you say you two were heading?"
A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek.
"New York," Elle says, walking to the other side of her desk.
Sylar looks at her peeling name-tag and smirks. "Tell me... Maria? Why are you keeping secrets from us?"
She looks up at him and gives him an obviously fake smile. "What're you talking about?"
Elle turns her back to the woman and puts her mouth up to Sylar's ear. "Leave her alone. Let's just get the tickets and go home."
Sylar rolls his eyes and takes Elle's shaking hand. "Can we just have two tickets to New York? The soonest flight you can get."
She nods her head and starts looking for available flights. "Are you two married? Or just dating?"
Sylar smiles. Small talk. I hate it when people use small talk.
"We're only dating." Elle smiles and looks up at him.
"That's so sweet. What're your names?"
"I'm Elle Bishop. This is--"
"Gabriel. Gabriel Gray." He frowns.
"Beautiful names. Oh! There's a flight available for... 3:00 this afternoon. Is that okay?"
"Fine," Sylar groans.
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