Sneaking into the Presidential hotel room was something that Mohinder had perfected. A bit of persuasion was all it took to allow him and his crow into the building and up the lift. Hopefully John wouldn't mind the feather stroking. Mohinder was quite fond of it.

He found Matt passed out, poor man, on the shortest portion of the sectional and he covered him lightly before slipping into the main part of the suite to find Sylar.

Find. As if he had to. He could smell him anywhere.