Alvin sent Shang-Chi away after he insisted on accompanying him to the moon. Then he and Harvey walked to the entrance of an apartment building that had been quarantined...
The Hell's Kitchen officer, Michael, and his partner were sitting on chairs by the apartment entrance, keeping watch...
Alvin walked over with a smile and hugged his two old acquaintances. "What are you doing here?
"Since when did the police start handling things like this?
"If I'd known you were here, I would've brought you a cup of coffee..."
Michael, who was middle-aged now, smiled and pointed at the large thermos beneath his chair. "I brought enough to last me until tomorrow morning.
"Dr. Yinsen called Chief Beckett, and our chief was scared half to death...
"Now we're keeping this building under surveillance around the clock. Someone goes inside to disinfect it every six hours."
Michael lifted his arm and sniffed it, then gave a wry smile. "At this point, nothing could stay in there—not even a person, let alone a virus..."
Alvin laughed and patted Michael on the shoulder. "That's a good thing. You can never be too cautious when it comes to viruses.
"But you and your partner can take turns sleeping in the car. You're not the only ones watching this place..."
Michael glanced at Harvey, then said with a little hostility, "Oh, come on...
"They're the ones who put these aliens here...
"The agents Congress sent don't even live around here...
"Are we really supposed to expect them to keep a close eye on the monitors?
"I'd bet they're sleeping like pigs right now..."
Michael waved a hand. He looked a little tired, but his voice was firm. "Don't worry about us, Alvin...
"We know the girl in there, Crystal, won't come out, but we still have