Doctor Mohinder Suresh

Cold chai tea going down my throat is not as soothing as I'd like.
The dull blue lights of my cold, concrete lab are doing nothing for my tired mind and I take off my glasses, setting them aside to rub my eyes. I've been couped up in this lab for months, working on something I never should have proposed to Bishop.

A drug that can give a seemingly normal human being extraordinary abilities.

The theories are not entirely far-fetched and I have made progress with causing desired chemical reactions. But excessive failure in one's line of work is enough to bring even the most brilliant man to his weakest point.

I tap my sandal on the floor as I bend over my Omano microscope, adjusting the focus to better see what I have just introduced.
"Sample one hundred and thirty-two, July thirtieth. The time is currently six PM," I say loud enough for the constantly-recording device on my desk.

 This sample is a waste - the antibodies are attacking said introduced drug.

"Failed attempt." With a weighted sigh I click the recorder off and sits back down at my desk.

I run both hands through my curls and my eyes catch the small television across the room, displaying a scroll of text that reads: The disappearance of Morgan Carlisle from her home in Brooklyn is still under investigation. Police have no leads and no witnesses at this time.

Morgan Carlisle. That name sounds familiar.

In a flash I am up and moving to a stack of files in the corner of the lab, sifting through them until I come to Chandra's list. A scan of my eyes confirm the name, and the correct location.

"Sylar."