Ciao, Rosapillore.
You have written your names into Matrix history. The Assassin was destroyed, the Matrix restored and reaffirmed, and you were there.

Many of you landed blows. Perhaps more of you knew the pain of almost-death and RSI reconstruction, which we know is distressing. To be out of the Matrix, even for a time, is to be less alive. I salute your patience.

I am told some of you use the reconstruction interlude to meditate, to find your focus in an imagined target within your chests. Others stand, stretch, and roll their heads like antennae searching the sky for the radiance of distant stars. How beautiful. Bella.

Now two matters must be addressed. One, congratulations to those warriors who had the honor of landing killer strikes: Kanjo; theconstant; CapOne.

Others who fought with noble viciousness deserve no less credit, but, though chance has its role in their achievement, these combatante forever have the right to say: I did it, the final blow.

The other matter involves the Assassin's weapon and bullets. As you know, we know at least some of the Assassin's bullets contain kill codes that subvert the emergency jack-out mechanism. Now they are missing. Someone has them. Someone has the power to kill Redpills with finality.

Obviously, this is a great problem.

If you learn anything of this matter, report it to the proper authorities.

Pax Vobiscum.
Agent Pace