Having found the key to defeating the Aliens, Steve stopped bringing up the idea of going to Los Angeles to help.
Everyone present had seen combat. They were nothing like hotheaded youngsters such as Peter and Harry.
Once they'd found the Aliens' weakness, the outcome of the war was clear. There was no need for them to go looking for trouble.
The New York Police and the National Guard answered to different chains of command, and their fighting had been a complete mess. Both sides had become far less effective.
Unless they had no choice but to play the Savior, anyone who barged into a carefully planned battle zone would usually do more harm than good.
If you were fighting Aliens at close quarters, should the Military fire its Missiles at you or not?
On Television, the National Guard and the police were cursing at each other as they arrived to clean up the mess.
The Interstellar Marines, who'd only just arrived, stood bewildered in the street, unsure what they were supposed to do.
Steve shook his head with an amused smile. "Things would've gone better with a unified command.
"Fighting Aliens isn't as hard as we imagined, is it?"
Alvin smiled without committing either way. "That depends on what kind of Aliens we're up against.
"Remember the Bugs from Nidavellir?
"Another wave of them has entered the Solar System..."
Alvin thought for a moment, then said, "This time, things are a little better than last time. At least we spotted them early.
"No matter what, they'll have to drift through space for a while, so we have plenty of time."
Steve had fought the Bugs on the front lines. He frowned. "Why are there more?
"Those Bugs are more insane than any enemy we've ever faced. They nearly broke