[Short Flashback: Lola's]
"So, what?!" the boss yelled, clearly distressed by the plan they were about to execute. "Are we just going to march straight at the enemy and tell them, 'We're here, motherfuckers! Kill us!'"
"We can do that." Lola nodded, earning looks from everyone else. "Easier that way."
Her answer shut the boss up instantly, while the lackey quietly wept.
"We can't do that," one of the Bellemonte captives shook his head. "That'd be too dangerous, especially for the townsfolk."
"Especially for me! Me!" the boss shouted, as if everyone had conveniently forgotten that he, too, did not want to die—and that he was being forced into this situation.
"If we can, we should take them down one by one, quietly…" the other Bellemonte captive said after some thought. "At least thin out their numbers before they realize what's happening."
