Re: DAY ONE --Manhattan, OTAnyone in the area.
Jack was in a bar, downing drink after drink as the invasion started. At first he was unaware. People were screaming in the streets, but then again, it was Manhattan--people were always screaming in the streets.
Then they came in.
Two soldiers, not American, entered the bar. Jack wasn't too familiar with military uniforms of any kind, but based on their accent, he guessed they might have been Russian.
"Poluchite trahaniye vniz!" One of the soldiers shouted, while waving a rather nasty looking rifle at the crowd of half-drunk municipal workers and construction personnel. "Ya skazal, spuskat's'a, Vy rasputniki!" He yelled again, then chambered a round. The occupants of the bar looked on in awe and fear, but not at the Russian soldiers holding them at gunpoint; they were more shocked by the towering beast that now stood at the soldiers' backs.
"Outside, Gentlemen!"
Jack snarled coarsely. His beastly claws curled around the Russians' throats before they could react. He tossed them back into the street and loped out the door after them.