Inside the hotel room...
Alvin had to do a bit of talking before he finally managed to get away from the overly enthusiastic Russian Security Service officials.
He shut the door, quieting the whole room...
Alvin motioned to Tarkov, who had hurried over after hearing what happened, to stand guard outside the room and keep anyone from coming in.
He took off his dust-covered suit, went to the bathroom for a cold shower, and changed into a comfortable set of pajamas.
He got in touch with Natasha and the others, who had been out all day and still hadn't returned...
Using his phone, Alvin sent them the address of the Safe House closest to them.
He took a bottle of beer and sat down on the couch. After waiting nearly fifteen minutes...
Through Crow's shared vision, Alvin saw Natasha and Melina enter the Safe House, looking a little worse for wear.
He opened a Space Gate and welcomed the two super Black Widows over.
Looking at the dust covering Natasha, Alvin grinned and said, "What happened to you two?
Did you run into a Sniper and an explosion too?"
Natasha ignored Alvin's teasing. She spotted a woman with a pig's head, wrapped up like a mummy in duct tape, lying miserably on the living room carpet...
She exchanged a glance with Melina, then frowned and sat down across from Alvin. "Who is this?"
Alvin spread his hands. "I'd like to know too. Who's the person who tried to shoot my head off?
My mind's a mess right now, so I need your help with the interrogation."
Alvin took a resentful swig of beer and said, "You know I'm not exactly even-tempered...
And today I'm in an especially bad mood!"
Melina was a proper woman. Though she looked a little disheveled,