MGF Mafia 2.0: The Matrix

[Dirty Duck]

The Machine attack came and went. The Pequod sat still...was it truly over? The operator looked around. Everyone was accounted for. A Sentinel had definitely come...what happened? He wasn't about to question their good luck, whatever had caused it, but they weren't out of the woods yet. They were still two men down and none of the turncoats had been found. He jacked them in. The cold steel of the chair against their hands became the cold steel of fine cutlery as the crew found themselves in a grand restaurant. The atmosphere in the air was electric, much like every physical sensation in this world. Though none of them had been here before, it felt strangely familiar. The clientele and staff surrounding them paid them no mind except a waiter who walked up to their table "there is a call for you, monsieur." The Captain got up and walked over to the phone by the podium at the entrance, the maitre d handed it to him. The operator's voice came through:
"I don't know what happened last night, but at best we got lucky. At worst they're toying with us. It doesn't change the fact that sat at that table are people who need us dead. We've got to do something, but I realise there's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path. You've got until day's end. Good luck."
The Captain handed the phone back and the waiter led him back to the table. He sat down and looked around at his dining partners.

ALIVE:
@Agent
@Aragorn
@Jassassino
@Null
@black king
@st3ve
@starschwar

DEAD:
@Annoying Prick (Bug)
Departed (Upload)

Day 3 has begun.