Go...back inside. Well, would everyone know he was meant to be under lock and key? Had it merely been a safety issue with potentially rioting sick people? Mohinder could just play it cool! He could just stroll back through the building as if he was meant to.
Probably. He'd-- Not...fooled...anyone. Ever. With any of his lies. Save for poisoning Sylar. That had been mostly due to the other's hubris though.
"Right! Well...hold onto my hands and try to get me as low as possible before you drop me." They had to find Peter, but for the moment, Matt was his priority. Once they were free of lockdown, they needed to figure out where the people with white bracelets were going and they had to get in touch with Noah somehow.
Perhaps borrow uniforms? Viral hazmat suits?
He'd seen too many films.
Mohinder swallowed and climbed up onto the sill. "Dear God, help me," he muttered.
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Probably. He'd-- Not...fooled...anyone. Ever. With any of his lies. Save for poisoning Sylar. That had been mostly due to the other's hubris though.
"Right! Well...hold onto my hands and try to get me as low as possible before you drop me." They had to find Peter, but for the moment, Matt was his priority. Once they were free of lockdown, they needed to figure out where the people with white bracelets were going and they had to get in touch with Noah somehow.
Perhaps borrow uniforms? Viral hazmat suits?
He'd seen too many films.
Mohinder swallowed and climbed up onto the sill. "Dear God, help me," he muttered.