How about the guys who'd trick a kid of about fifteen into planting a bomb in the lighthouse of one of the seaside towns and then stand back and film the thing live as it blew so we all could appreciate the artistic endeavor. That mess went down a few weeks back now; take a wild guess which of the two ended up hiding out in the wilderness for two weeks after he got a police bulletin slapped on him, and which one got off scot-free.

[Yeah, he mad. He just a little bit mad.]

Get used to the thought that the people here don't care. Procedure's nonexistent and there's not a lot of room for gray area in the good guy/bad guy dichotomy they've got running. This place isn't a society. It's a farce, and I don't like it a single bit, but you're looking at a world half full of people who think the worst thing that can happen to you is to lose a dogfight between your critter and someone else's, and half who are all convinced they were warriors and action heroes and chosen ones back in a different life. Rule of law means nothing. It's all good guy machismo and Campbellian hero quests, and everybody's expecting a storybook conclusion at the end.