The nurse leans forward even more, almost nose to nose with her patient.

And smiles.

"Not going to happen."

And then she is pulling back with a syringe in her fist and slamming the needle down, through the thick muscle and breast plate, and into Sylar's heart. She is still smiling as she pushes down on the plunger.

"I've always wanted to do that," she tells him. "How does it feel?"