((A little shock and awe huh?  Typical lol.))<br/><br/><strong>Jason Jefferson - Not going down without a damn good fight.</strong><br/><br/>The roaches were a surprise, to say the least, and Jason backpedaled the moment the first one came out of the vent.  He didn't have far to go however as more of the fuckers, a lot more, started to pour out of every vent and crack in the wall and ceiling of this god forsaken bar.  It was a typical shock and awe moment that military men like himself usually employed on the battlefield, except they used flash bang grenades to do what these things were obviously doing now as they swarmed around everyone, himself included.  However, one of his charms started to glow faintly, offering him some protection from the roach swarm as they more or less left him alone, giving him the information he needed to fight it as well since this swarm were being controlled somehow.  Find the one controlling them, put them down, and the swarm would move on, or so he hoped anyway.  Then the werewolf and his companion entered the bar, and Jason pulled his pistol out just as the lights went out.  Aiming at the last location he had seen the werewolf, Jason grinned since he couldn't miss even without the lights considering how big this fella was.  "Chew on this!"<br/><br/>Even though the bullets were loaded with salt, they would still hurt like hell since they still left the gun with enough force to push a normal man down to his back.  Silver on the other hand would burn werewolves and others as if they had caught fire and punch right through their skin, if not at least bury themselves deep enough to slow them down if not outright put them down.  He had a clip handy that were loaded with silver nitrate for things like this, but he couldn't draw it out in time and still manage to get away from the lupine before him in one piece.  Silver nitrate didn't offer anything to dig out and were therefore far more likely to kill a monster like this.  All this went through Jason's head in a few seconds as he pulled the trigger, hopefully slamming six rounds into the chest and head of the beast just as a fire started at the front door.  He was too focused on the task at hand, using the muzzle flashes to see the beast clearer and aimed his last one into the thing's head, hoping he had at least made the werewolf slow down if not fall down so he could turn his attention onto the other monster in the room.  If not, he was going to be in trouble.