USH'S MATRIX GAME 2006 FOURTH ASSIGNMENT (COMBAT)- 'The Real'

"That's impossible!" Ares says. "Lockdown means lockdown. Security will have tightened up tenfold."

"There are a lot of flying vehicles in use though," says Finn. "They're not stapled to the ground. System is shifting a lot of people out of the city."

"It may be safer to comandeer an Osprey that is outside of a military compound, then," Mors responds. "Hell, I know it's safer."

"Ospreys are all military. They aren't used for anything else."

"If they're shifting people out of the City... could we get in there and pose as civilians? They pick us up to move us out, then we commandeer the Osprey in flight. We won't even have to sneak around."

"With any of us, the answer is definitely no," says Finn. "We're exactly who the Agents are looking for."

"Hmm, do we have anyone else we can use?"

Further musing are interrupted by a light flashing from the Operator's desk.

"Uhh, what the hell's that cap?"

Incoming call.

Mors will answer.

"Sheherazade, Mors speaking."

"Well now Mors," says the Oracle. "It's been a little while. Quite a ride you've had, huh?"

"You might say that," Mors replies. "We managed to fight off the Sentinels, but we lost Ariadne and one of the ships."

"I know," she says. "I wish I could tell you everyone else is doing better but they aren't in good shape either. Could you hand me over to Dallas, please?"

"Certainly," Mors says, taking off the headset and holding it towards Dallas.

"For you, Captain. It's the Oracle."

Dallas raises an eyebrow as you hand the phone over.

"Is this kind of thing normal?" asks Sequel.

"No idea man, but not every unusual thing is a bad thing you just remember that!"

"It's just that everything is usually unusual," Ares says.

"Basically, but it keeps things fun."

Dallas grabs the phone.

"Are you telling me you could have called us any time you like? Really?"