"Last night when we were young"
If more remained, Angela might well hold a meeting to discuss security and what was sorely lacking within the Company. As it was there only remained herself, Bob and Adam that were fit and capable of the work that needed to be done. That didn't mean such things as security should be so lax. Her security code still worked on every door, despite the number of years since she'd been to Odessa. Bob's password had not changed. Yet they had wondered in the end how it had all fallen apart?
Of course it had been more than security measures at the facility. It was sending Claire away, and not keeping a tighter rein on Peter, Simone, Isaac. They had allowed the children to run out of control with the belief that one day they would rule the world, special children with a bright future. Instead they had turned, none performing as they should have. Then there had been the wild cards. Gabriel Gray and his sharp mind finding a way to turn him into something more. Adam's escape. Peter's ability and his lack of control. It had all snowballed before they could stop it, before they could even realize that the reins were no longer in their hands.
Now she was what remained. Adam was against them. Bob was less than useful with that little firefly brat child of his. Maury was trapped in his mind by his own child and it left Angela to wonder. How long before her own children brought her down. The boys had been prepared to testify against their father, not seeming to have a single qualm about ruining his life and livelihood. They had not followed through with the plans to ensure Nathan's presidency. How long before Angela was dead, or worse, at the hands of her own children? When had it all gone out of control?
Each room she touched held memories. Plans made and laughter shared. Trysts that had led to affair; affairs that had led to fights. Elle had been formed into the child she would become here and one of Isaac's first drawings still graced the walls in a lower office... and the floor, and a second wall. Thirteen people with extrordinary abilities and a thirst for power had come together here to rebuild the world in their image.
Now they all nearly lay dead, or wishing they were, trapped for eternity in worlds of their own making, prisons their own hands wrought.
To think that something so splended
Could slip away in one little daybreak
Angela Petrelli | Heroes