..:Guns and Glory 6:..

Once back at Purgatory, Sylar sat, hands clasped together at a round table with her lieutenants, Pierce and Shaundi. She sighed frustrated, mad at herself for getting so caught up in the moment. She didn't think of asking Jessica anything when she had the chance…

"I think you're bein' too hard on yourself…" Shaundi reassured.
"Yeah," Pierce agreed, "that car crushin' thing was pretty tight…"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of my work," Sylar said proudly, "it's just…I got so wrapped up in sending Maero a message I never asked Jessica about the shipment."
"Bitch is dead," Pierce supposed, grabbing Shaundi's blunt, "who cares about the shipment?"
"I do," Sylar leaned forward, "it's something that Maero wants, and that means I'm gunna take it…"
Shaundi stood, "alright, there's gotta be someone you can pump for information, what about Donnie?"
"He got manhandled twice, I'm pretty sure he's out of the loop, if he's not dead…"
"Hey, what about their tat-"
"What about their tattoo artist?" Shaundi said quickly before Pierce could finish.
"Good idea." Sylar praised.
Pierce gave her a shocked look, "wh-what…just happened?"
"Shaundi had a good idea." Sylar smiled.
"Man what-the-fuck ever, she stole my i-"
"Don't be jealous Pierce," she but in again, "we're all on the same team." She turned her attention back to Sylar, taking back her blunt and took a drag. "You said before that this guy's band is called The Feed Dogs, right?"
"Yeah."
"They're playin' tonight…it shouldn't be too hard to crash the show…"
"Nice call Shaundi…" Sylar got up. It was time to pay Matt, a little visit…

It wasn't hard for Sylar to get herself in to The Feed Dog's show. She was even able to get backstage without any problems. The crowd was rocking out hard core as the band played. The music pumping loud through the huge speakers, lights flashing, people jumping around and having a great time. She may have enjoyed herself if she wasn't there on a mission.

She crept slowly out on the side of the stage, picking up one of the extra guitars lying in waiting in case needed. She gripped it hard, picking up her pace before swinging it in Matt's face, causing him to fall to the ground. The other band members attempted to move in on her but she just pointed her gun, softly muttering, "back off."

Once they had backed off she raised the gun and shot out one of the stage lights, sparkles flying, people screaming and fleeing the scene. It was like music to her ears. She grabbed Matt by the back of his shirt and lifted him up, dragging him across the stage to toss him in to the drum set.

"What's the shipment?"
"The fuck are you talking about?" He looked up, trying to get to his feet, his face meeting a cymbal on its stand instead, knocking him back down.
"Don't fuck with me Matt," she hissed, "you got a lotta gear on this stage I haven't played with yet…"  Her gun twirled on her finger and rested in her palm as she advanced toward his slowly retreating figure. He stayed on the ground, trying to drag himself away, but she wouldn't let him get far if he tried anything.
"You gotta believe me, I just tattoo the gang, they don't fill me in on what they're doing…" He pleaded with her as she pointed the gun in his face.
She let off a shot to the right of him as a warning, "all that time you inked up Maero and you never heard him talk about a shipment with Jessica?"
"All I heard, is that it's coming in by boat… they leave me out of the loop on purple, they were trying to keep me from getting mixed up in their shit." He was at the end of the stage now, with nowhere left to go. Sylar looked down at him, noticing a fireworks canon resting in the stage.
"Your friends should have tried harder..." She kicked his arm so it was over the canon and held it down with her foot.
"Come on, I told you everything I know!" He looked up at her with pleading eyes, but she ignored it.
"Enjoy you retirement, Matt." She slammed her foot down on the paddle to release the fireworks. They started from the end of the stage and made their way to the one his arm was resting on top of. He screamed as his flesh was melted away, whimpering as the fireworks died and all was left was his charred arm. Sylar jumped down off the stage and picked up her phone, dialling Shaundi.

"Hey Shaundi…"
"Sup?"
"You know anyone that works at the docks?"
"Not really…"
"Looks like you get to make some new friends," she joked, "Maero's got a shipment coming in by boat and I wanna get it before he does…"
"Okay, I'll take care of it.~"

She slipped the phone back in to her pocket and made her way to the strip joint to relax and watch some girls dance. She liked men, of course she did, but she didn't mind a little girl action every now and then. She didn't discriminate against gender.

She sat casually with her arms behind her head. The beautiful girl in front of her moving seductively around the pole she was positioned at. Sylar grinned up at her, watching her sultry moves closely.

"I've been lookin' all over for you, we got a seriou- Damn…those some nice shoes." Pierce suddenly came rushing over, but was then captivated by the stripper's boots…
"You wanna sit down?" Sylar looked over for a moment.
"Yeah… no." He tried to stay focused. "We got a problem."
"Wassup?"
"The Brotherhood are all over out turf."
She raised her arms, "what do you mean 'all over'?"
"I mean, those asshole are drivin' around in some big ass trucks blowin' shit up."
"Great," she got up, annoyed that she had to leave, "you got the boys out there takin' care of this?"
"Yeah…about that…"
Sylar began to make her way toward the exit, pushing people out of her way as she went, "you're not filling me with confidence Pierce, what happened?"
"Well," he rubbed the back of his head, "they kinda got arrested by the cops."
She turned, "fuck you say?"
"You got a bunch of big tattooed muthafuckas runnin' around burnin' shit and you're surprised the cops showed up?"
"This just keeps getting better…" She sighed, heading outside with Pierce following after her.