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Tracy has the crazy reporter on her ass, and he informs her that the story runs tomorrow, and that he has 15 minutes before he turns it in. In true writerly fashion, he's drinking a Slurpee. He's the most idiotic reporter I've ever seen portrayed on TV, because he not only gives her a chance to defend herself (twice!), he pulls out a portable DVD player (also ridiculous, everyone knows writers make no money unless you're the lady who wrote that "Twilight" series ) to show her (as Niki/Jessica) hooking up with Congressman Petrelli in HD. Tracy freezes up, and tries not to look too rattled as she insists it's not her.

Hello! Different lipstick! Wasn't me!

"Ice Queen Heats Up Last Vegas" is the headline, the reporter tells her. Foreshadowing. Thanks, Captain Obvious. Tracy, absolutely distressed, grabs the reporter by the arm and suddenly his entire body transforms into blue ice. And then he shatters into a million tiny shards. Looks like someone has the powers of cryokinesis, and it was baby's first time giving someone the deep freeze. Boom shaka laka, shaka laka. Tracy flips out and tries to jet out of these as quickly as possible. Something tells me that the icing of the reporter was captured on videotape.

Back at The Company...

We cut to Elle trying to chill out, looking at her recently murdered father's body get cold. She's obviously traumatized, but Mama Petrelli doesn't have a single maternal bone in her cold body. Mama P informs Elle that she'll be making a few changes in HR, that Elle's electrical outburst let all the inmates get away, as well as Noah Bennet. Hrmph.

Guess who's Queen Bee of The Company now? That's right. Mama P proves that bitch is the new black by immediately informing Elle that her services will no longer be needed, that they only kept her around this long at her father's insistence. Elle discovers that despite their bickering, Daddy Bob has been protecting her all this time. But now he's dead, and Elle's gotta find herself a new life now. Reality bites. Question: Why wouldn't Mama P keep Elle around, since she knows so much? Isn't it absolutely bad business to fire someone who has a deep understanding of how The Company runs and all the passwords to computers and security systems and such? Someone who also has powers? She may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but at least keep her on as an independent contractor, people.

Why do bitchy women always own this suit? Discuss.

P.S. The Company now has Sylar in their possession. But for how long? You know someone's going to screw that up; it's like his third or fourth time in one of those cells.

Baguettes! Jacques Cousteau! Foux de fa fa

Daphne returns to find Hiro and Ando rifling through her panty drawer. She immediately goes on the offensive and tries to attack Hiro. She pouts and calls him Time Warp. Hiro finally gets a little sassy and tells her that she's not faster than him. They play some hide and seek, and Hiro dangles the medal in front of her with a "Here, kitty, kitty." He demands the formula in return, and she says her boss is not going to be happy.

Do you think her boss is Mama Petrelli? I have a sneaking suspicion it might be, because I could swear that they sent Claire to Paris to meet her Grandma ages ago. That would explain the whole France thing, and an arsenal of stolen art and priceless artifacts means an endless cashflow, right? That's particularly important now that Bob's Midas touch is lost.

Anywho, Daphne mocks the boys for not finding the formula earlier, because it's hidden right behind the Mona Lisa. She grabs the formula and then tries to cut up Ando. Hello, Hiro, you can STOP TIME. Why do you forget this little power all the time? He freezes it but not completely. Anywho, Daphne is a smart cookie and cuts Ando a teeny bit with her butter knife, freaking Hiro out. He forks over the medal in exchange for Ando, even though he totally could've stopped time and teleported them away PLUS the formula, thus confirming that Hiro is still kind of like a bumbling Pokemon character who causes me stress and anxiety to no end.

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