Matt looked back at Peter for a loaded moment before he picked up and answered the phone.
Things went by quite quickly after that.
Although the CDC was involved they didn't quite know what orders they were operating under - not that this mattered terribly to the Company, who had people on their side they wouldn't share much about but who could do things to help the process along. Maury might have been one of them if he wasn't locked into his own head, but there was no telling what kind of specials they had working for them. Matt knew he wasn't eager to find out and he still didn't like the Company getting involved to begin with, but he did trust Bennet for the time being. He would have even if there hadn't been little choice.
A decontamination area was already in the process of being set up when Bennet was filling Matt in on the details. Matt, in turn, would angle the phone away to ask Peter for details whenever they were needed - approximation on dead people, for example. When Mohinder woke up from the sound of the others speaking the phone started getting passed back and forth. It wasn't a long call but there was a lot of ground to cover with it.
Teleportation did wind up their fastest and most secure option and Peter got to take both Matt and Mohinder outside of what used to be central Odessa, right into an airtight temporary tent-thing they got to be herded through. There were several closed off and controlled sections in the structure. In the first room they all had to get rid of their clothes and any objects they had on them. What followed were checks for symptoms, blood being drawn for later testing, fresh clothes. It was hectic and odd with the people fussing over them covered head to toe in protective gear.
Matt was too tired of the whole thing to give a damn.
In the end, they were asked to wait while people passed back and forth, deciding whether they dared to let the three out into the world yet. Peter didn't seem tired at all, but patiently waiting for the go-ahead to dash out and leave this stage of his life behind him. Mohinder was probably restraining himself from asking about the findings and plans for the contaminated items and areas one more time.
Matt was leaning against a white plastic-like wall, feeling impatient and trying to read the mind of the small group of people hovering by the computer screen in the other room.
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Things went by quite quickly after that.
Although the CDC was involved they didn't quite know what orders they were operating under - not that this mattered terribly to the Company, who had people on their side they wouldn't share much about but who could do things to help the process along. Maury might have been one of them if he wasn't locked into his own head, but there was no telling what kind of specials they had working for them. Matt knew he wasn't eager to find out and he still didn't like the Company getting involved to begin with, but he did trust Bennet for the time being. He would have even if there hadn't been little choice.
A decontamination area was already in the process of being set up when Bennet was filling Matt in on the details. Matt, in turn, would angle the phone away to ask Peter for details whenever they were needed - approximation on dead people, for example. When Mohinder woke up from the sound of the others speaking the phone started getting passed back and forth. It wasn't a long call but there was a lot of ground to cover with it.
Teleportation did wind up their fastest and most secure option and Peter got to take both Matt and Mohinder outside of what used to be central Odessa, right into an airtight temporary tent-thing they got to be herded through. There were several closed off and controlled sections in the structure. In the first room they all had to get rid of their clothes and any objects they had on them. What followed were checks for symptoms, blood being drawn for later testing, fresh clothes. It was hectic and odd with the people fussing over them covered head to toe in protective gear.
Matt was too tired of the whole thing to give a damn.
In the end, they were asked to wait while people passed back and forth, deciding whether they dared to let the three out into the world yet. Peter didn't seem tired at all, but patiently waiting for the go-ahead to dash out and leave this stage of his life behind him. Mohinder was probably restraining himself from asking about the findings and plans for the contaminated items and areas one more time.
Matt was leaning against a white plastic-like wall, feeling impatient and trying to read the mind of the small group of people hovering by the computer screen in the other room.