Before Jack could get a response out of his mysterious drinking buddy he heard the door to the bar-n slam open in the sort of way that screamed 'the authorities' and self-righteousness. Hunkering down he decided it was better than trying to draw attention to himself. He was sure the kid wasn't dead and fights were quite common so nobody would be lining up to rat him out. Though someone normally did, Jack just hoped it was one of those where they didn't. He was in no mood to deal with camp security, much less those pompous, self-entitled peacekeepers, most from god knows where. Jack had no real problem of them being there however he did have a problem that they had arrived and simply taken over running the camp. No vote, election or candidate to be found. Too Jack that sounded like an occupation, but of course the 'situation' has deemed this necessary.

Taking another sip of his drink, Jack thought maybe it was his lucky day. And then he heard the angry voice behind him. The distinct Japanese accent screamed UN and Jack muttered some muted curses to himself. Taking down the last of his drink he spun around on his seat and then sat back. The group of men were imposing though it was a surprise to see the middle one clutching at his sword. Not that peaceful and pretty aggressive too a man who was 'innocent until proven guilty' and one that was offering no form of resistance.

"Officer, this may be your first time interviewing a 'suspect', but it's not mine. And I promise you, if you keep shouting and going to pull your sword out you will scare away your witnesses, and that will probably give a nice big wall of no evidence to work with. So how about I give you my version of events, then you tell me your usual sermon and realize you are dealing with the situation like a bloody ametuer." Another drink was brought forward but Jack raised his hand and shook his head. He really wanted a drink but he also wasn't going to impair himself anymore than he had, the world was quite fuzzy now.

"See, me and my friends were over there having a friendly game of cards, there may have been some gambling, I'm not sure my mind is hazy at that part. Anyway, then I play a hand that I thought was unbeatable, it's looking like I am about to win and then suddenly the err..." Jack attempted to lean around the hulking forms of the soldiers to try and spot the boy. "...newest member of our game played a winning hand. Now, as anyone would be, I was fairly mad at this point. I hate to lose. But then as the kid leans over to collect his chips a card falls from his sleeve. See he had been cheating to get the win. Now cheating, none of us here can abide, and so there was a bit of red mist. I'm not entirely sure again what happened, probably the drink, and the next thing I know the kid is on the floor and I am walking over here."

Jack lent back with a wry and innocent looking smile on his face. "So officers, unless you have any real evidence then can I get back to my drinking? Because if not then I am going to claim witness intimidation 'till the cows come home, that armour and sword is fairly scary after all, and probably get off scot free anyways. Besides, this is some minor bar scrap, why send in the tanks for this? Aren't there other problems? Like the dead. Or is this just because you blue-topped boys wanted to exert your power again. Remind me when any of us decided we wanted you to take over the security and policing here?"