Re swore. Then he did again. And again. And several times after. Jack was inhumanely fast, and he wasn't even going to try keeping up. Instead, he reached down and pulled his FL-9 off his leg and shot at the BESC officers chasing Jack. He couldn't see if they hit due to his vision being blurred by sweat. It suddenly occurred to him that humans' sweating function generally did more bad then good, but he needed to frakking concentrate here. He fired off some more shots, though there were wilder than his first two, now that he had started running after the officers. Hopefully they would need to stop too. If he ever did talk to Jack, he'd have to find out how he ran like that.