Becca grabbed her suit case and threw it in the truck of her car, letting out a nervous huff. She’d heard lots of different things about the school and specials in general. Her own people, ones she knew nothing about. Maybe being undercover would be even better than just finding out who killed her parents. She could learn about her ability more, which was part of the plan anyway, and about specials.
"Stop being nervous. You’re an FBI agent. You don’t get nervous." she grumbled to herself, getting int he driver seat and heading towards Petrelli. The plan was to talk to Noah Bennet first and let him in on her mission. Whether or not he accepted what she was there for, Becca wasn’t going anywhere. Her superior had said he’d been thinking of sending someone to the school undercover anyway, so she’d just stay to find out what was going on.
About 30 minutes later, most of which was spent in traffic, she pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. “This place is kinda huge for a school.” she mumbled to herself, a slightly impressed look on her face as Becca walked to one of the main buildings and grabbed a map. She found his office on it and within a few moments, knocked on his door.
Noah went about his usual routine that day. His stitches and staples had been taken out two weeks ago but every morning he still checked them in the mirror, noting the small scars that stayed after the bruises faded. For the hundredth time, he cursed Albert and Flash and Robert’s persistence on patience, even while he agreed with it.
He was in his school office earlier than most others that worked on campus, coffee cup in hand, and proceeded to bury his head in work for the next hour. Noah had resurfaced for a break of going through his long list of emails and was in that state when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," he called. When the unknown woman walked in, he smiled in greeting and stood. "Good morning. And who are you?"