Jack had been walking around patiently looking for things to go wrong, they always did in this f'ing place, and he could only wonder what the other groups were up too. To call Jack a big name around the Ghetto was both an understatement and a overestimation. He in himself was no one special. He had no vast resources to compare to what remained of the Japanese Liberation Front, the massive revolt in the Middle East, and so on and so forth. But Jack was smart. He was backed up by some of the Ghetto's brightest and best. And Jack himself had more experience fighting then he should've with the amount of shit he'd been through his entire life...But it all revolved around one thing. Britannia and it's damnable freaking colonialism/Imperialism. Bastards couldn't help but take land and cultures away from people who rightfully owned them. And THAT was somethign Jack couldn't help but feel was completely regressive and backwards. People had a right to their own ideas and cultures. People had a right to think what they wanted. People had the right too chose how they live. They shouldn't be bound to a singular empire or system unless they wished it to be so. The majority should be the victor not the few.
Jack's thoughts about his various homes only made him more sympathetic towards the Japanese, his technically, people. Jack's tan coat fluttered in the wind as he spat on the ground and came to rest in the middle of a park. Around him was the decadent and destroyed ruins of what should've been Japan. Now it was just a garbage dump Britannians threw into their unwanted garbage into. Across the fuckin' river there was a beautiful city with vast resources and comforts too those who had the 'right' to them or those who threw away their own cultures to become 'honorary' britannians. Something had to change and Jack was bidding his time until he could change it. "If only..." Jack mumbled as he sat down on a nearby bench and looked towards the sky. What a beautiful sight it was despite everything around them it was a source of natural beauty that could be admired. Only a heartless fool would turn the skies black with smog. He wasn't some hippy but if you couldn't respect the place you lived in then you were dumber than a tree. He watched a couple play with their kid and smiled. He hoped that he would see move of that but people in the Ghetto were secretive and distrustful of others.
Soon after sitting down a familiar face sat down next to Jack. Akihiko Takeda. Once a member of the JLF now one of his lieutenants. By rights this man was twice as old as he was and more fit to command the gang Jack ran. But Jack was...well Jack was by right of family the leader and that's apparently how the Japanese did things still. Besides it wasn't like Jack was inexperienced by any means. Jack led by example and he was fair. That was what Akihiko said was the reason he followed him here to this place. "What is it Akihiko? Here for a casual chat, or business?" Jack said as Akihiko grunted the gaunt man looked at Jack. "You used to be a lot more casual. Now it's always business with you boss." the man said dourly as Jack shrugged. "Tis the nature of life...and our occupation. I have to be on the call at all times. It goes with being the boss I guess. I just hope it doesn't consume me whole."
