[ as robin pours sylar his drink and passes it across, he looks across the large gathered group. ] Shadowkind or people who were never exactly normal. [ he shrugs ] That part's pretty common knowledge right now. But it's not all of them - the activity's drawn more hunters than we can house in here through town, but they seem to be getting offed as quickly as they're streaming in. Someone's not happy about the traffic. [ he nods at lila's napkin ] One guess as to who. Everybody around here knows who that symbol belongs to.

The Corsone Syndicate.