"They said they'd stay close to the field unless something happened - "

And as though cursing himself with those very words, right at that moment something does happen. A loud whistle calls out across the field, and a group of armed men appear at the edges of the squash patch, yelling something about no one move, and come with us peacefully.

Gil's hand, of course, goes right to the weapon in his pocket.

"What's with this?!"