Jimmy heard what Rodica said and laughed. "That was a good reference. Zach's actually a pretty cool guy, in real life. Anyways, no, he's nothing like Sylar. For one thing, he doesn't cut our heads open. Our powers come to us through items that were given to us by our parents. I was given this," and with this he held up his right hand, where a gold band hung limply around his wrist, "It was actually stolen by my dad from Ne Zha, who is still fairly indignant about it. Ne Zha runs around on these golden wheels, which lets him fly. Until he made a new one, he was flying around sideways for a while. Absolutely hilarious. Anywho, these divine items are where we get our supernatural abilities from, like the one you used to come find me. Did you notice a slight pull towards my location? This killer, let's call him Sylar for S's and G's, takes these gifts from our lifeless corpses. No brain matter required."
Jimmy jaywalked across the street, keeping his eyes not left and right on the oncoming cars, but up. He was hurrying along, as if he could tell that something was coming. "As far as who those guys were the advance scouts for, who knows. They were Jabberwocks, you know the snicker-snack kind, and normally I'd expect more little buggers from celtic mythology. That's where Lewis Carol got most of his ideas. Maybe Jubjub birds or frumious bandersnatches. But it seems like this guy has just a random smattering of titanspawn at his disposal. They might be centaurs, or even spartoi for all we know. Makes my degree in ancient mythology a little upset, if you ask me." Jimmy walked up to the door of an old warehouse, looked around again, then opened the door and stepped inside, holding the door open for the others.
Jimmy then looked pensive for a second, then brightened up, "Oh, wait, sorry, I answered the wrong questions. Yeah, those titanspawn are controlled by Sylar. He's probably in the area. I've been tracking those jabberwocks all across town since Ole Daddy Dearest told me about them. The idea is that if they're here, he'll be here, though I'm afraid me killing them might have spooked him. Or made him angrier. Either way it'll either make him come to us, or go away from us, both of which are good. For two different reasons."
Jimmy looked around the warehouse, then brought out a chair and put it in the center of the room, next to three others, and sat down. "We should be safe here for a little bit. After a bit we'll go out and try and find him. Please, throw some more questions at me. It's fun."