But they didn't keep killing us. At least, they didn't keep killing me. Looken, just admit that you're simply annoyed that the city chose to "ally" with someone else, and as a result, you lost your chance to win.
Esteemed allies, would you like some tea and cookies? Shall I polish your boots? Yesterday, you blew up three city guards and one officer; today, you shelled a patrol and stunned an officer; tomorrow, you'll shoot Jane, who won't even have time to fire a shot. Please, please, please, esteemed mercenaries, Mr. Mist, esteemed gentlemen, I am your humble servant. Here's a plan, please follow it. And Mr. Zero, who no one has any dirt on and who is perfectly fine, it's in your best interest to be our ally, because otherwise, you might not even survive until the end of the game and suddenly win.
When you wrote, "Judging by the note, Justice is offering us an alliance," I just put my hand to my face.