Shawn spent the next few days trying to cause any psychic visions to occur, but none came. Karen, Lassiter, and Juliet were scraping any information they could off of Sylar. Little by little, he gave away bits and pieces of Khan's appearance, like ice blue eyes, towering height, and lithe figure. Lassiter used his connection with Shawn to relay this information, and that was finally was triggered a vision.
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Shawn was sitting in his and Jules' house when he heard Lassiter's voice in his head. Spencer! I have some info on this Khan. We are looking for a tall man, maybe six feet, with ice blue eyes and has a lithe figure. Plus what you divined earlier.
Shawn had enough time to respond quickly. Lithe? Look at you with the fancy words Lassiepants. But then his body froze, and a vision came in crystal clear.
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Sylar and Khan were sat at a table in a dark room, their faces barely lit by a candle.
"Damnit! Khan, you screwed everything up! Again!" Sylar lashed out, grabbing the candle and aiming the flame towards Khan.
"Mr. Quinto, I did exactly what you told me to do. Maybe your plan just wasn't thought out well enough," Khan calmly replied.
Sylar threw the candle at Khan, who put a hand up to his face in defense. The flame hit his right palm, burning and blistering the skin. Khan screamed out in pain, and apologized in an agonized cry. Sylar nodded at the apology and threw bandages towards Khan.
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Uh, Lassie. I got something. Shawn told Lassiter telepathically.
I felt it. I'm on my way. Shawn fell back on the couch in relief, and closed his eyes. Fifteen minutes later, he was awakened by a loud rap at the door. He opened it to see Lassiter, being held at gunpoint by none other than Khan. Shawn gulped, but pulled his phone out his back pocket and texted Jules as best he could. "Drop the phone," Khan commanded, his voice like steel. He gulped again, pressing send and dropping the phone. Khan threw Lassiter into Shawn and smashed the phone. He took Lassiter's gun from its holster as well, aiming one at each of the two men.
Shawn shook his head roughly and looked at Khan, putting on his usual act. "Really man? That phone was like, expensive! A few hundred dollars! That I earned from the sweat on my back! And you crushed it!"
"Just like I'm going to crush your hopes of ever leaving here alive if you don't shut up." Shawn was about to comment, but Khan pressed the gun on him and he shut his mouth. "Listen up. I need to kill you and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Sylar's orders." He cocked the gun, preparing to shoot. But, before he could pull the trigger, Lassiter, the brave knight he was, jumped into Khan and made both of the men topple over. Lassiter managed to wrestle his gun out of Khan's hand, but forgot about the loaded and ready gun. The shot echoed through the house, followed by a choking noise. The shot had hit its new target. Shaw saw the blood pouring out of Lassiter's side just below his holster. Suddenly a shooting pain went though his side in the same place as Lassiter's wound.
Khan used their pain to his advantage, shoving the bloody detective aside and recocking the gun. He aimed at Shawn, who was only just recovering from the pain. Seeing the gun, he closed his eyes and concentrated. He shifted Khan's aim to the man. He opened his eyes. Khan was staring at Shawn in shock, but it turned to fear as Shawn made Khan's finger pull the trigger.
He called 911 with Lassiter's phone immediately, and then tended as best he could to Lassiter's wound. Then he sat, looking at the two bloody men, one shot in the side, the other in the stomach. Then he sighed. I'm tired. Too tired.
