The Colonel seems to get where Jim is coming from and responds happily enough. Taking a few steps forward, "Major Richard White, at your service." A smile is offered along with a strong looking hand. "Those kids? Well...you see, sir, like you...I'm a concerned citizen. An old Army friend of mine...Rob Mitchell....well...he sometimes hangs out here. He's got nowhere else to go. Some of the friendlier locals call him Baghdad Bob. Those kids...that boys gang...they jumped him one night. I think they were looking for..." he shakes his head in obvious dismay, "...Ah...I won't even try to justify what they did by giving them a motive. They turned over old Bob's shelter and they hurt him. I can't have them hurt old Bob again. He's done enough Service to deserve better." he looks at Jim and Mike as if they'd understand without additional explanation.
Nancy takes a look at Dillon and decides he's for real. Nancy was acting tough. But, the presence of the predator is beginning to tell again. "Look...I ain't got no beef with you, mister...just let me go..." his eyes on Dillon now. "The Colonel...he's looking t'bring us down. Ain't no one gonna bring the Vintage Boyz down." he says, trying to weave his answer with at least some defiance, but his words carry less conviction than he'd planned and he looks a bit sheepish to Martha and Dillon.
As Nancy talks two youths, probably members of the Vintage Boyz, appear cautiously at the gates to the Park. Dressed in matching hooded tops like the one Nancy wears, they sport sneakers and one has a baseball cap on. Lean and tall. These two young men are built and dressed for speed of action. Their features hidden in the shadows and dark of the evening.
For the moment they are about 20 or 30 yards away from Nancy, Martha and Dillon and don't seem to be in a hurry to do much more than watch at the moment.