So there were other people here. Elle had been wondering about that. What was the fun of being "chosen" if everyone else was too...?
Either way, they interested her considerably less than the contents on the shelves. She strolled along down the aisle, inspecting each bizarre gadget after the other. Honestly, it looked to her like it was just a storage closet for props. Did any of this weird crap actually belong to anyone? She peered over at a particularly conspicuous laser gun and considered firing it, but reluctantly decided against the idea. While it'd definitely prove its authenticity, she didn't want to encounter any more tentacles. Oh well. At least the swords were pretty cool.
Fortunately for Elle's limited attention span, she soon spotted an incredibly familiar shiny handgun and quickly yanked it out from behind a collection of katana. It was her old Company gun! How on earth did they got a hold of that? The last she'd seen it, it had been confiscated by Angela and put back in the holding facility in Texas.
She tilted the gun to the side, examining it. It was definitely the same one. While Elle didn't use it often, the familiar source of back-up made her feel a little more comfortable with the entire situation. She didn't like being locked up somewhere without knowing why, but it wasn't as if she wasn't used to the feeling. Besides, since her expulsion from The Company, she had nowhere else to go and nothing left to do. The tentacle ship didn't seem to want to kill her, which meant it was a preferable alternative to being back on that beach with Sylar.
Elle cheerfully slammed a cartridge into the bottom of the gun. Maybe this wasn't so horrible after all.
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Either way, they interested her considerably less than the contents on the shelves. She strolled along down the aisle, inspecting each bizarre gadget after the other. Honestly, it looked to her like it was just a storage closet for props. Did any of this weird crap actually belong to anyone? She peered over at a particularly conspicuous laser gun and considered firing it, but reluctantly decided against the idea. While it'd definitely prove its authenticity, she didn't want to encounter any more tentacles. Oh well. At least the swords were pretty cool.
Fortunately for Elle's limited attention span, she soon spotted an incredibly familiar shiny handgun and quickly yanked it out from behind a collection of katana. It was her old Company gun! How on earth did they got a hold of that? The last she'd seen it, it had been confiscated by Angela and put back in the holding facility in Texas.
She tilted the gun to the side, examining it. It was definitely the same one. While Elle didn't use it often, the familiar source of back-up made her feel a little more comfortable with the entire situation. She didn't like being locked up somewhere without knowing why, but it wasn't as if she wasn't used to the feeling. Besides, since her expulsion from The Company, she had nowhere else to go and nothing left to do. The tentacle ship didn't seem to want to kill her, which meant it was a preferable alternative to being back on that beach with Sylar.
Elle cheerfully slammed a cartridge into the bottom of the gun. Maybe this wasn't so horrible after all.