Unexpected

Mhoinder Suresh frantically paced around his apartment. "It is always those closest to you that betray you. I made a mistake with all so far and have only found a few heroes. This Zane seems the most helpful, but he is also very dangerous, potentially." He mumbled this, thankful that Zane had left and hadn't heard.

For the past few days he had urgently searched for anything helpful and came up with nothing. He now had made a decision that made him massage his forehead now, in his chair, distraught with worry. He was going to pressure Nathan Petrelli, or at least find Peter through him. There was something about family here he needed to figure out.

"You were always good with puzzles, Mohinder." The other names on the list were just as foreign to him. And just as he thought of the word, 'foreign', he noticed one name, quickly dismissing it where he should have taken notice, if he was interested in the Petrellis. He drifted to sleep in that chair. Perhaps the only other Indian hero, Sanjog Iyer, could help him out.

Claude Rains, England.

Further down the corridor, Sylar stoped and waited for an elevator. The hallway was empty, but Sylar hears many family dinners, a flaymboyant artist, and nervous man, scared of the dentist. He scoffed in disdain at the man's weaknes. Men were weak, no matter what their power or if they had none.

One of the many powers he had aqquired was this actue sense of hearing. He now took it foregranted, merely a way to be aware of his surroundings. And then Dr. Suresh's voice came to him, and he smiled. "Having doubts, Mohinder? That will soon end." The elevator dinged softly to anyone else, but annoyed at it's apparent loudness he shuts off his power and stepped in. There was work to be done.

Claude walked, rather annoyed, to Isaac's apartment. "Explain to me again what this amateur can help us with." He honestly prefered to stay away from heroes. It's only by chance this one needs to stay with me. If not for being an empath as well, much less that sees me involved in a nuclear accident, I'd kill this mimic, or at least run away as best I could. No one has ever found me yet.

Flashback

"Claude, where the bloody hell are you!" MI6 Agent Aaron Fedor looked around the base frantically. The man obviously was frazzled, by the half-on, half-off suit top being jerked on. It must be mission briefing time. Leave it to the special forces to have a briefing before flippin' morning tea. Thoght Agent Rains as he awoke.

Claude was confused by the frustration of his good mate. He was laying right there on the bed...As he woke up, he looked down at his feet and realized they were invisible. Shocked, he quickly and quietly, with the skills he had learned throughout his tenure of compusure, dressed and raced ahead of Feder and turned the bend as if he had been looking for Feder and not the other way around.

Struggling with getting rid of this odd thing, for somehow he felt it could be gotten rid of, Feder drew nearer and he was still invisible. Suddenly Claude moved out the shadow in exasperation at his failure to go out of this state. Hitting sunlight he became visible just as Aaron rounded the bend. He noted this for the future. He was good at hiding, as a spy. Now he was better.

End Flashback

"Little did I know my honorable discharge and exploration of discovery led me to help other hapless vagabonds. Honestly, no discipline at all..." He whispered softly as Peter talked on the streets they walked, visible. This youngster...youngster? You're 48, for Pete's Sake!... needed to learn about control and moderation. But most important was that he avoid the nuclear man and other heroes until he had regulated what he already aqquired. But the fool wanted to see another one, thankfully it was one he had already met.

"Because he has precognitions, similar to my dreams...did you say something?" Peter seemed hardened and focused today. Today was not only another training day, but one where he had an idea Claude begrudgingly went along with, one that may help with his control. He saw no point in avoiding those he already met, unless it was Sylar or a gathering. And Isaac had been very excusive as of late.

"Nothing" was the reply as they climbed up to the apartment. Nervously, Mr. Peter Petrelli knocked and Claude readied himself to become invisible. Too bad they were already spotted. Isaac Mendez hang up on his employer. Instructions were clear. Now it was time to follow them.