MGF Mafia 2.0: The Matrix

[Dirty Duck]

The crew assembled once more on the cold deck of the Pequod. The operator was already sat in his seat. There was something in the air, and it wasn't just the usual damp. Nobody mentioned the Sentinel attack the night before-not how they had sliced their way into the hull, nor how one of their own had died defending the ship against them. And nobody mentioned how the area attacked was precise enough to indicate that the Sentinel had a target, and that they knew where the target's room was on the ship. The traitors weren't just leading the Machines here to kill them, they were deciding who died first. They all knew this without so much as a word. The Captain nodded at the crew and sat down in his chair. The rest followed suite. Once more the operator prepared them...and jacked them in.

The cold, wet air of the Pequod blew hot as the group found themselves somewhere altogether less homely. They now stood on carpeted tiles, between rows of identical grey booths illuminated by the cold, clinical glow of the light boxes in the dropped ceiling above them. One of the lights was buzzing faintly, like a mosquito in your ear that you can't seem to spot. One of the desk phones began to ring, the crewmate nearest pressed a button and the operator's voice played through the speaker: "Okay guys, take two. I understand why you decided what you did yesterday, but last night shows we can't survive by waiting this out. Whoever these guys are, they are holding all the cards. Which means that sooner or later, someone is going to have to fight them. You've had your time to think, now it's time to fight. Let me know when you've come to a decision." The phone clicked and they were left alone, just them and the constant buzz.

ALIVE:
@Agent
@Annoying Prick
@Aragorn
@Departed
@Jassassino
@black king
@st3ve
@starschwar

DEAD:
@Null (Upload)

Day 2 has begun.