Sylar's boots rang on the metal beneath his feet as he walked through the docking bay doors.
The small Starflier class vessel was toppled over on it's side, 5 medical crew stood by as a squad of mechanics ripped the door from the airlock and poured inside.
5 seconds later they emerged again, carrying a woman in a full pressure suit, obviously unconcious.
The medical crew darted forwards and placed her on a floating hoverbed nearby, and proceeded to sprint towards the med bay across the corridor, already pulling the suit off of her, and prepping equipment.
Sylar stood there for a second, before following them, entering the med bay as they started a full physical.
3 hours later, her eyes fluttered open.
Sylar looked down on her, smiling.
"Welcome on board the Liberty Naval Ship San Francisco. How you feeling?"