"Is this something contagious?" Colleen asked as she followed Aileen and X down the hallway and into the main room that was currently serving as a makeshift hospital and caught sight of the sea of cots set up for the ill agents.
"No, it's a toxin." Aileen automatically replied. Honestly, she had been thinking the entire ride back to headquarters, trying to figure out what in the world she was supposed to do with someone who couldn't be neuralized and so far she had come up with absolutely nothing. But apparently this woman had never had been able to be neuralized, had known about the MIB for who knows how long and had never done anything with that information. "A person is smart." She murmured to herself, repeating something she had heard Kay say before. Hopefully the hospital administrator fell on the person side of that statement, and not on the people side.
"A toxin." Not good, but at least better than a contagious disease just longing to spread and infect the entire city. And it looked like there were a ton of people here who knew what they were doing in tending everyone. That was good, but still…. She spotted Dr. Weaver across the room and headed towards him, pulling out her phone and dialing her secretary as she went. "Laura, call the department heads and tell them that I'm going to need to ask them to reschedule all elective surgeries that don't effect quality of life for the next few days." She paused for a moment, scanning the room again. These were all of the people that handled all of the weird situations that went on in the city. They had people trying to fill in, obviously, but…. "Tell them to be prepared for me to make it an order to postpone surgeries. I'll let you know if it gets to that point. Dr. Weaver?"
"Dr. Harper? What has my nephew done now?" George's first thought was that somehow the little hospital administrator had hunted him down to report the antics of his nephew and to insist that he do something about it.
"He's pronounced thirty seven people dead who were far from it, was dropping off a thirty eighth when I left and it is only ten in the morning." Colleen said with a roll of her eyes. "He's been in rare form since things went crazy and if we get through this without him causing some family member to have a heart attack I'll probably have to report a miracle to the Bishop. On the up side, I don't think he has a clue that you and your wife have hied off with aliens. I'm actually here to help. Any suggestions for what I could do?"
"At this point, we're just trying to keep everyone comfortable and resting while things run their course." George said. "Let me see if I can find who if she isn't officially in charge probably should be to see what we need help with."
"Did you find Forbus?" Edie asked as she came over, looking a bit puzzled for a moment at the fact that her partner had brought two humans back with her before shrugging it off. They needed all of the help they could get, and these people weren't freaking at the sight of aliens.
"Forbus is hopefully handled for the moment." Aileen said. "He's somewhere camera free." And being supervised by an Indian cab driver who had no clue he was an alien but honestly, under the circumstances and with the resources that they had, maybe that was for the best. He really needed medical help, not being locked up, which was all they would have been able to do, so maybe having him in a relatively safe environment, even if it was a human one, was the best option. "Have there been any major incidents while we were gone?"
"Buzzard. I don't think that's his actual name but that's what the MIB has him listed as." Edie said. "Reports are coming in about him all over lower Manhattan. Last report had him somewhere near the Stock Exchange, the New York one, not the American one, because the city apparently needs two for some reason. Not sure what he's up to there, but the humans seem to be pretty alarmed. I'm not sure that they've guessed he's an alien. They're saying something about something called Spring Heeled Jack, which is apparently some sort of Earth story but…."
"It's something that needs handled before anyone can figure out that he's something else." Aileen studied the map of the area that was up, showing locations of incidents. "Have Zeredon dispatch anyone he has in the financial district area to meet us." She wasn't entirely sure of what she was going to do when she got there, but if Buzzard was in that area, something needed to be done fast. There were entirely too many important things there that could result in a disaster if he attacked. "Edie, if you could look after our new guests too?" Although the hospital administrator had already wandered off somewhere, leaving just the young man she had refused to let them neuralize.
"No problem." Edie said, as Aileen and X hurried off. Although…. "I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do with you. Or who you are." She said as she turned to the young man.
"John works." He said with a grin. "And do you know where cleaning supplies are?" He had a funny feeling that he should be offering an entirely different sort of assistance but... There was something there, tugging at the edge of his memory but he couldn't quite get what it was. And after a moment, he shook his head. These people needed practical help, not him searching for some lost memory that might not even be real. "If someone can show me where things are, I can at least start trying to clean up."