[i]Unfortunately for the assailants that pursued, they would be met by a... Strange, type of vigilante, to say the very least about him. From the middle of the bar, a figure peered his light blue eyes into the back room where the woman was, and a certain type of anger overcame him as he saw the endangered chld. The man was Jack Treyman, the redheaded general of the New Terran Republic who was coincidentally enjoying a glass of vodka at the time, so maybe it was the buzz, but he had a little idea. And seeing as he wasn't carrying any firearms on him, Jack would have to MacGyver a plan. So he sprang up, booked it to the men's room, grabbed a can of aerosol and sprinted to the back room as the navy blue suit jacket he wore over a purple Saints Row tee shirt flew slightly behind him, and the blue jeans he bore on his legs lunged ahead to create a speed that was unparalleled in the bar, due to the fact nobody else could really notice. Producing a lighter from his right pocket, he flipped the silver lid and held it up, holding the aerosol up behind it. "None of you -blam!-ers move!"[/i]