"Yeah," he replies, sighing with satisfaction. Right now, that means he sounds vaguely like the snapping of logs crackling in a fireplace. "Hey, maybe we should go find Steph, have her help. She wouldn't want to miss out."

And Sylar doesn't want to miss her. "She was in the bunker, pretty sure. Ah...that way." He points in what might seem like a random direction, his fingertips lit up with blue-white bolts. "You wanna see who we can collect? We're not the only ones who'd like to see the place burned to the ground."