Matt had moved to stand with Mohinder when the soldiers came in, immediately taking his side in quite a literal sense. For all of their issues - and there were many - Mohinder was still the person he trusted most in this situation. He had by no means forgotten the sense of betrayal from the knowledge of what Mohinder had done and yeah, if he thought about it long enough it came with a sense of wariness, but right now that had to take second place to the fact that these likely-Company people were running the show.

And were doing it in a way Matt couldn't at all see eye to eye with.

He didn't say anything when he tried to touch their minds, still exhausted from the rounds outside, the day before, the lack of sleep, but the focused look he got when he tried to read minds would be unmistakable to anyone who knew it. If Mohinder looked, he'd see it immediately.

He'd also see the trickle of blood coming from Matt's nose, might notice the high tension in his shoulders and the increasingly shallow breathing before he fell forwards. He only barely caught himself with a hand against the desk, his other elbow having hit the edge of it painfully, and he bit back a groan.

The soldiers seemed frozen for a moment, confused, torn between two orders, two loyalties.

Ultimately, you fight uncertainty with violence. Fear makes you aggressive. A failed attempt to alter someone's mind would probably leave you with a deep sense of unease, and if you were trained to fire at will ...

Matt was still trying to make the room stop spinning when he heard the yell.