"Hey, what's a little firefight when you have luck by your side?" Which he meant quite literally. Jack didn't have it. If anything his luck was the universe's way of trying to make up for Dom having most of it. But what he did have was fairly impressive when he decided to let it come out and play. From the sounds of things, he was going to need to do just that. This was something altogether different from the dinky little bar fight. He might need the healing factor for this one.
Jack transformed on the go, which was something he had perfected years ago. Not that it did much to salvage his clothes. Oh well. They had been covered with other people's blood and funk anyway. As the Werewolf he wasn't going to have any problems sniffing the guy out. "How many you want?" he asked in regards to the soldiers. The words were slightly muffled, and he had to concentrate on enunciating properly. "I'll be nice and let you have first pick."
They weren't far now. The injured man's scent stood out like a bloodstain on a white jacket. As they rounded a corner, the Werewolf threw his head back and let out a long, loud howl. That always thinned the herd a little. Even on Red Light it would have to shock some people.