"I surrender!"
Lola's declaration echoed in the air while everyone else kept their eyes on her. Her hand slowly rose, pausing as she heard clicks around her, just in case they needed to fire more.
"I am unarmed!" she shouted once more. "And I'm getting off this truck — don't shoot!"
"Drop your weapons!" one mercenary shouted. "Throw them out of the truck! Throw them on the other side!"
She frowned slightly, concealed by the fog.
"I won't do that," she muttered, sighing heavily before shouting, "I don't have weapons! Did you see me shoot you earlier?!"
No one answered.
"Fine!" she shouted, reaching for the pistol with her other hand. Then she tossed it out of the truck.
She picked up more weapons left inside the truck, throwing them out one by one just to make them think that was all. In truth, she still had a few weapons on her, but it was obvious that fighting them now would be the most idiotic thing she could do.
