The television in Jack's apartment was flickering dully, barely entertaining him long enough to keep him awake, until breaking news of an apartment building appearing from thin air before crashing in the Hudson River.
Jack sighed and grabbed all the necessary equipment (Sidearm, ID badge, whatever they call that machine that detects extradimensional items) before heading out the door and onto the crowded streets.
He casually walked up to a parked police cruiser, knocked on the window, flashed his identification, and told the officer to scram; his vehicle was being commandeered for official A.R.M.O.R. business. When the cop didn't immediately respond, Jack's eyes flashed yellow, and his voice became a guttural growl.
Well, that was easy enough. Jack thought to himself as he sped off toward the Hudson River.