No. Atlanta was worse. Mohinder had now seen three cities fall, witnessed the deaths of thousands and knew thousands more perished as well. Atlanta was not worse because of the death toll, but because he'd been so close. He'd isolated the proper genes and was in the middle of testing phases when Shanti drifted across the city.
The riots came right away where in New York, they'd been ghostly and delayed. There was no time to finish. They had to evacuate.
The trouble was, not many laboratories around the country were set up to complete what Mohinder had started. He and a small team of a dozen or so scientists had connected through the internet across the globe to work on the geneticist's findings but without samples of Mohinder's blood, there was little to be done outside of the Indian's own team.
When the word came to evacuate, Mohinder watched as brutish men and women cleaned out his labs for him. He did his best to direct them properly with his tests and his formulas, but he could only hope, helplessly, that they would make it wherever it is they were going safely.
He'd never heard of Pinehearst before, not in any real sense, but after being assured that they could accommodate him and his potential vaccination, Mohinder and Molly boarded a plane to head back north. Fort Lee, New Jersey, was more of a military staging zone than anything else, right across the Washington Bridge from New York.
Being so close to Matt again was both a relief and a anything but.
Especially when, moments after being settled in, Matt's separated family was crowded into a large room to watch the news report from a source supposedly inside New York itself...after most of the world believed it to be desserted and coordoned off.
Molly gasped as Matt appeared, his words silencing the news caster's. "Matt!"
Mohinder's blood ran utterly cold as he saw the other man, gaunt and paler than usual. And that's when the riots started everywhere.
Pinehearst might be safe for the most part, but the rest of the country was plunged into despair. Mohinder's inoculation might come too late if America ended up killing itself first.
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The riots came right away where in New York, they'd been ghostly and delayed. There was no time to finish. They had to evacuate.
The trouble was, not many laboratories around the country were set up to complete what Mohinder had started. He and a small team of a dozen or so scientists had connected through the internet across the globe to work on the geneticist's findings but without samples of Mohinder's blood, there was little to be done outside of the Indian's own team.
When the word came to evacuate, Mohinder watched as brutish men and women cleaned out his labs for him. He did his best to direct them properly with his tests and his formulas, but he could only hope, helplessly, that they would make it wherever it is they were going safely.
He'd never heard of Pinehearst before, not in any real sense, but after being assured that they could accommodate him and his potential vaccination, Mohinder and Molly boarded a plane to head back north. Fort Lee, New Jersey, was more of a military staging zone than anything else, right across the Washington Bridge from New York.
Being so close to Matt again was both a relief and a anything but.
Especially when, moments after being settled in, Matt's separated family was crowded into a large room to watch the news report from a source supposedly inside New York itself...after most of the world believed it to be desserted and coordoned off.
Molly gasped as Matt appeared, his words silencing the news caster's. "Matt!"
Mohinder's blood ran utterly cold as he saw the other man, gaunt and paler than usual. And that's when the riots started everywhere.
Pinehearst might be safe for the most part, but the rest of the country was plunged into despair. Mohinder's inoculation might come too late if America ended up killing itself first.