Jarvis enters the Oval Office and calls Sophia. He asks her if she's releasing a virus on American soil. She denies it and tells him to hang on for one more day and he'll be in charge of a New World Order. Then, perhaps realizing that this is a silly thing to have claimed, she switches to buttering him up, saying, "I chose you because of your strength. Your power. Use it!" She hangs up and tells Carlos they might have a problem. Somehow, the virus plan has leaked. Which wouldn't have happened if they'd just had the sense to do all this in a different country. This is the worst alien genocide plan ever.
Sophia and Carlos hand off their canister to a TSA agent. It's probably safe to assume that he's an alien agent. So it's weird that he was still at work when they had that all-alien meeting in the cathedral in LA. Remember? The one that Thomas called? Anyway, he gives them phony IDs that will get them around the security checkpoints while he sneaks the canisters in. I'm almost positive that he could just release the virus himself instead of handing the canisters off to these two. Although it now appears that they have more than one canister, so I guess each of them is in charge of one of them. Sophia tells him they're not waiting until 5:30. "As soon as each of us has our canister in place, we'll release the virus immediately."
The television news is called upon once more to deliver information. In this case, it is vital that we get told that Mount Shasta is leaking lava. Oh, sure it is. By the way, Mount Shasta is not on the 38th parallel. It's actually on the 41st. Martinez is the one watching this, and Christina is laying out drugs for him. Peel reports that Sterling is on his way to Dulles.
Okay, you know that place I've been calling "the food place" because I didn't remember what they called it in the last episode? What I remember about it is that it has something to do with food preparation, and it's how they plan on infecting the Eastern Seaboard. According to the caption, that place is called "Food Conglomerate Warehouse." That's terrible! Honestly, they might as well have called it "Food place." Anyway, at Food Conglomerate Warehouse, the usual squad of black-clad gun-toters creeps in. They see a guy on a catwalk bending over a box. Naturally, they shoot him. Luckily for them, he turns out to have been just about to spray some virus, so he was definitely the right guy to kill without warning. And he falls off the catwalk onto some boxes, so that's one virus vector taken care of. You're welcome, Eastern Seaboard!