Death. It is the inescapable eventuality for all of us, humans, machines, and exiles alike. Sure, those exiles have ways of staying alive, but sooner or later, everyone's time wil come. I think even the Merovingian knows this.
As Zion and the Machines make their move against the Assassin, Merv has decided he will stay alive, or so says Flood. It would be nice if the Assassin returned the favor. His "Corrupted Ones" don't seem to care, but I don't mind workin' out my frustrations on them. As"aspects" of the Assassin, they hold fragments of his thoughts.
That bastard has gone too far this time! Fighting off his corrupted is an annoyance, but now I am one of them! This shit ain't gonna fly (no pun intended).
As if corrupting my RSI wasn't enough, the Assassin has taken over the skies as well.
Redpills have been hard at work assembling the corrupted code fragments to learn more about the Assassin. Meanwhile, Ookami has taken it upon herself to rid the Matrix of the Assassin. I like the sentiment, but she doesn't know what she's got herself into. The Assassin put that dog in her place.
Finally! Merv has decided that the Assassin's time has come. He's even managed to get us some of those flit guns. It's payback time.
Taking down the Assassin is easier said than done. Even with the flit gun in our arsenal, the Assassin leaves a pile of bodies behind before going back to his haunts.
The Assassin has somehow split himself into multiple "aspects". Apparently, he intends to fight on multiple fronts. We are ready. Redpills are stationed at his favorite spots waiting for him to come out of hiding. The Assassin comes out and deals his damage, but so are we. These aspects seem weaker than the whole.
Before long, the Assassin realizes his tactical error and makes a run for it. Nothin' doing. We're not about to let him get away this time.
The Assassin is dead. Good riddance. Zion is happy that Morpheus' killer is gone, I'm sure, but I wonder if they are satisfied. Time will tell. For now, Merv has called us together to reward us for our victory: Cake. Mmmmmmm.
The party is not over. A bunch of us head over to Club Hel to celebrate our victory.
Flood has a memento for us: a fly in amber. I won't miss that son of a bitch, that's for sure, but it is a reminder of how fragile the Matrix is. I think I'll keep it. Now, I'm gonna enjoy a few days off.