[original post by Mohinder]

This girl was a lot sicker than Mohinder had seen in a long time. He had been up the for the last thirty-four hours testing and retesting her blood with very limited results. Despite what he and his mentor had been attempting, her illness kept progressing steadily.

And they had not yet figured out what, exactly, was wrong with her either. It was frustrating... and it was exhilarating too, to be on the cutting edge of research and working with his hands. India was known to have a wide range of medical maladies and despite his parents wanting him to spend his time outside of his own country, his post-graduate work led him back here. It was where he was needed. His people needed someone with a biomolecular background and the genetics understanding to help vaccinate the masses of poor people where viruses flourished and incubated.

When yet another sample turned up toxic and the sound of the girl's ragged breathing overwhelmed him, Mohinder pushed back from his equipment and rubbed at his eyes. There was a sound just behind him and, assuming it was Doctor Banner, he just started off on his latest hypothesis. "This isn't--"

A g;and over his shoulder, however, told him a different story and caused the usually verbose man to clam up. There were two men in dark suits standing in the doorway. Both were sweating profusely in the heat and looked nervous.

"Can I help you...?"

"We're here for Doctor Banner," one man growled and Mohinder frowned and stood up.

"I'll get him." He disappeared behind a curtain that separated the makeshift lab from the sick room and, still glancing behind him, hurried towards the figure in the corner. "Doctor Banner--?" Mohinder lightly touched Bruce's shoulder. "There are men. White men, in the lab."