The San Francisco rounded the Texan sun, magestic, powerful and deadly.
They had recieved one last broken transmission before it had died completely, and now they were desperatly trying to secure the location of the Admiral.
They knew that she had to be 2:40 from Houston, and used that to create a search pattern.
They had 5 minutes left before she hit Houston.
Sylar had the engines at max, sensors sweeping around as they approached Houston. Nothing seemed odd, patrols as usual, everything seemed fine.
And then... a Starflier, civilian class...with no IFF.
"Get us to that ship now!" barked Sylar. The Dreadnought's powerful engines pushed forwards, coming overtop of the Starflier in a swift swoop.
"Sir, they're on a collision course with the planet, 40 seconds to atmo... sensor's offline, one life sign..."
Sylar pounded his finger's on the keypad next to him, his officer's doing the same, and slowly the huge ship opened it's docking bay, before lowering itself onto the Starflier below, swallowing it like a whale eating fish.
The Starflier pilot must have been shocked, they had no sensors, they wouldn't have seen that coming...
The San Francisco pulled up, the bottom of the shield starting to brush against the atmosphere of Houston.
Sylar sighed, then rose, and started to walk towards the docking bay.
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