( No one at the Company was worth a damn, as far as Sylar was concerned. He had thought to pay them a personal visit, in fact, and Complain To Their Manager. Bless Noah and his errant file keeping, leading him astray... )

We are killing two birds with one stone, Mohinder. Following a string towards memory lane, quite possibly, as well as running our own science project. ( He didn't really need a reason, let alone two, to want to steal Mohinder away from the world. In a way, he was being charitable. ) Which speaking of: why did you have a filled syringe in your desk drawer? More of your "father's research..." ( He imitated Mohinder's accent; easy to do when that voice never strayed far from his thoughts. ) ...Or something of your design, for once?