2007-03-12: The Manchurian Candidate



Summary: Agent Boone prepares for his new assignment in a very unconventional way…

Date It Happened: March 12, 2007

Kirby Plaza

"You're sure this is the only way?" Edward Boone sits, dressed in lime-green hospital scrubs, on a metal doctor's table. He's not alone in this room in the bowels of the Primatech Building.

"It's the best way. We need a man on the inside. You've got the background at Quantico, the training… it's the least amount of burying. You've got all of the right credentials. If they start to check up on you at the FBI, they'll have a hell of a bureaucratic tangle to go through. Enough time for us to pull you out, anyways." The other man speaks with the nasal accent of a lab tech. "You sure you're ready for this?"

"My face has been made. At least once, by the terrorists. A couple of 'em, too." Ed says, in protest.

"We'll dye your hair. You've been growing your beard out. That's not going to cut it, but… they saw you after a flashbang went off in their faces in the middle of a fight. The odds are good. We've done the math. You're the best for the job."

"It's the best way to find Sylar, and to keep an eye on… Doctor Suresh. You're certain you've never met Doctor Suresh?"

"I'm sure, doc."

"Then we're good to go. Everyone gets cold feet before something like this. It's a hard thing to do. You're a credit to this Company, Agent Boone. Are you ready?"

Boone doesn't delay. "Yeah. Let's just do it," Ed says, flatly. "Let's get this over with."

"The supervisor will be thrilled."

The slender steel of a hypodermic needle pinches the flesh just on the base of Ed's neck. It stings, for a second, but that's, then, the last thing that matters.

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