Someone get down here before I kill him again.

I'm running out of bullets.

(((Backdated to after this log. Jack's been killing the Master. A lot. BOY IS LOSING IT.)))

[Addressed to all military personnel.]

The people from that ship are not to have anything to do with our home, and to that end, I'm ordering a wall be built to keep them out. It will be finished by morning; I don't care if you have to use rubble or dirt, but it will hold.

If any more of those folk from the crash site think they're getting in, they're very mistaken. The wall will be manned.

Once it's done, I want a squad combing every inch of the city for those that already got past.

Have a problem? Swallow it and get to work.

(((Uhhh I'm exhausted, but have a post. Iago gave the go ahead here. Jack will send gripers to him. Happily. :>)))