Leon: I say we're not going to survive the night, but I've been saying that a lot. What we need is police intervention, something to distract the Italians. If any cops DO show up, call your men off them. We don't want to be in any deeper shit than we already are. We need to locate where the Italians are holed up and take them down. We've only got... maybe 6 hours of night left, then we'll be in burning daylight, when not even the bribed cops can ignore us. We need to hunt down the Italians fast, at least three for every man. However, we need to keep some back, just as reserves and guards... damn... we're also going to need a lot of ammunition. If we had a large box, some flammable wire, lots of opil or gasoline, and a large amount of ammo and grenades, I could easily blow everything to hell, but that would defeat the purpose of this operation, now wouldn't it?
"Vlad jsut looked at me silently."
Leon: Look, it's been a tough night, okay? I just jumped out of a fourth story window, hit the ground, woke up in 5 minutes, and then got my ass over here, and I have a raging headache!
Vlad: Here.
"Vlad pulled out a small pill, an aspirin."
Leon: Thanks.
"I pulled out my flask, took a sip, and downed the pill."
Leon: So, all we can do right now is hold off the fight, unless the Italians actually know that they out-number us 3 to 1, in which case, we're screwed.