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[dontforgetpie]

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[dontforgetpie]

[He's a little earlier than he'd said he would be, even if the whole... porting experience still left him feeling a little queasy. Next time he would take the extra time and just drive.

There's a German Shepherd with him and he kneels to tie the dog to a nearby lamppost, ruffling his ears before straightening and heading in to the cafe and looking around for Hiro.]

[microbrobotics]

[ Hiro usually makes a point of coming early since he likes to scope out the place first, but this time Dean beats him in. He's kind of shy when he walks in, glancing around to make sure he knows where his exits are. Kid's a little paranoid still. He's also bitty. The video didn't really do his stature justice - five foot even and about eighty pounds soaking wet. At least Dean's seen his face, though, so a teenager walking in with this kind of tech won't be a complete surprise.

When he spots Dean, he wanders closer. He shifts the backpack he's got slung over one shoulder; something heavy and metal clunks inside of it. ]

Dean?

[dontforgetpie]

[The sound of the metal clunking already has Dean starting to turn around when he hears his name and looks down. Okay then. The kid looks like the Hiro that Dean had already talked to on the network, but he's tiny. Like... travel sized. Dean probably should've asked him how old he is.]

Hiro? Hey. Wanna grab a seat?

[Besides the fact that Dean actually is a little hungry, it looks kind of weird for the two of them to just be standing around. And this isn't exactly something that Dean wants to have standing out in people's minds.]

[microbrobotics]

[ Probably. Oh well, he seems to be comfortable enough with doing stuff like this. ]

Yeah, good call. Uh - over there?

[ He gestures to an empty table back in one corner. Good spot to have a relatively secluded conversation. ]

[dontforgetpie]

[Dean nods.]

Sure. Give me a sec. [And he takes a moment to stop by the counter and grab a few sandwiches before making his way to the back table and sitting down, setting the food on the table. In the middle. Hiro's free to grab whichever. What's the cost of a sandwich if this tech works.]

So. What've you got?

[microbrobotics]

[ Mmm food. Hiro brightens a bit and reaches for one of them - he's at an age where he could eat pretty much everything in sight. Careful that he doesn't eat yours too, Dean. ]

Two options. Both prototypes, but they did okay when I tested them.

[ While he eats (and talks, mouth full), he unzips his bag with his powers and floats out a pair of devices: a metal band with a snap on the end, and a small sphere about the size of a tangerine. ]

The band is pretty similar to the collar, except it's easier to get on. The ball's more of a proximity thing - I got about a five foot radius to work on it. Uh, buttons on the side'll turn 'em on or off.

[dontforgetpie]

[Dean reaches for the other sandwich and takes a bite, eyebrows raising slightly at Hiro's open use of his powers. He reaches out and takes the sphere, turning it over in his hands. Five feet wasn't much to work with, but Dean didn't need his powers to take Sylar down - and it would probably be better if he didn't use them. The last thing he needed was to accidentally kill the guy and break his word to Batman.

He check out the device, notes the buttons, but he doesn't press them. This isn't exactly the kind of thing he wants people to notice he has and if there are any imPorts close enough, they'd probably notice if their powers disappeared.]

These should work for now. You'll let me know if you come up with anything else?

[Sylar had proven himself harder to track than most of the things that Dean had hunted back home, although that was mostly to do with the fact that he hadn't killed again. That sort of thing should be good news, but it set Dean more on edge than anything else to know that the other man was out there, just biding his time.]

And with the collar. Is there anyway to keep him from just taking it off?

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Yeah, totally. I'm working on the range and the duration still - it's just tricky. It's a work in progress though.

[ It's too late anyway - Sylar's already noticed the kid. But that's a story for another thread. Also: he hadn't mentioned the duration before, but fortunately he's about to go into that too. ]

It's got a lock on it that'll turn on automatically once it's activated. Push the button, slap it on his wrist, and you're good. The collar will last as long as the battery does, which is a while. The other one ... that's more like thirty minutes. Longer than that and the battery will completely short out. You're gonna have to get him with the projectile first and then get him in the other one, basically.

... Also, uh. Don't try them out on yourself. I get crazy headaches with those things on.

[ Mostly because he has his supergenius intellect as a power, not that he knows that. ]

Sorry for the late. I'm out of the country and it's slow going

[dontforgetpie]

Alright. I should be able to get close enough to use this. [It would be an advantage of having the same power and spending more time on mastering it. Hopefully it would be good enough. And then all he had to do was slap the collar on Sylar's wrist and figure out what the hell to do with him.]

Push the button, slap it on his wrist. Got it. Okay. Any clue how long a "while" is? We talking days, weeks... what?

[The warning to not try the devices out on himself gets a nod, but Dean's not exactly planning on following that advice. He wants to make sure for himself that they work, and the best way to do that is to test them out.]

Thanks though. For doing this. I'll keep you updated. [And maybe they can actually get around to that conversation about Sylar having noticed Hiro.]

np np <3

[microbrobotics]

Well ... Until the battery runs out. It's got a USB port there. So, a couple days? Just plug it in every now and then and you're fine.

[ He nods a bit, ducking his head. ]

... Somebody's got to help, y'know? And I kinda do stuff like this back home. [ Including getting in way over his head, oops. ]