"That was fast," Alex/Hans commented. As soon as NativeForeigner finished voting for Zrk2, they promptly declared the day concluded. One of the two (it was still uncertain which was which) caught Pan before he'd even returned to his room (wherever it was) and brought him back.
"So it's this one, huh?" Pan asked. Zrk2 looked back and forth wildly.
"This is a mistake. You don't want to do this, I would never betray you, betray our and our organization, I wouldn't!" Zrk2 protested in vain. Pan pulled a handgun from his shoulder holster. "Fuck you!" Zrk2 yelled. He reached into his coat. Everyone else began to do the same, but Zrk2 threw a smoke bomb at his feet before anyone could take aim.
"Everyone down!" Pan yelled as he began firing blindly into the smoke, covering his mouth and nose with his left sleeve. He heard a metal-on-stone clack noise and instinctively fired at it, detonating a case of tear gas with the shot. Zrk2 emerged from the smoke in a gas mask - had he had that the whole time? - and decked Pan in the face, dropping him to the floor. He grabbed for Pan's handgun, but thought better as Pan pulled another pistol from a hip holster and took aim in his general direction. He dove into a roll away from the triggerhappy moderator and dropped another can of tear gas to cover his escape, only to be shot in the back by webadict as he gave away his position by the sound. It seemed webadict, being insanely prepared, was now also wearing a gasmask. He approached Zrk2 and pulled a knife from his belt. Zrk2 reached for a syringe and tried to stab him; webadict deflected the syringe, breaking the needle with the knife, then caught the hand that was holding it and sliced Zrk2's wrist open.
"Shit! I'm not gonna die like th-" Zrk2's hollow refusal was cut short by webadict slicing open his femoral arteries.
"Yes, you are," webadict replied in an official, matter-of-fact manner as he took off Zrk2's gas mask.
By this point, the rest of Pan's security had arrived and locked down the area. One of them executed Zrk2 quite abruptly with a three-round burst to the torso with an assault rifle.
"Ahoy, boss. He has some sort of earpiece and something that it seems he's been using to send messages," one of the troops informed Pan, who was still half-blind from the effects of Zrk2's lachrymator. He grabbed the device and the earpiece, inspected them, and put in the earpiece. A few quick strokes of the message device later, he gave an evil smile and handed it back.
"Send it in to the lab with the rest of his shit. Not like we don't know who it is from his weapons of choice," Pan managed to cough out, followed by a fit of hacking furiously. "I'll explain tomorrow once we have the official reports. Get the rest of them to their rooms," he declared, leaving promptly.
"We'll have the full info on him tomorrow," Alex/Hans informed them. "Until then, just know that he's definitely one of the Mafia. It looks like he had some sedatives on him, too; he was probably going to knock people out completely at night. It looks like they might have some nefarious plans in mind, if they were gonna need to do that. For now, you'll be resting. Tomorrow's a big day. But be proud - you took out the first of our two problems."
They were led to their rooms, but only a few would be staying there. Most of the rest slid their tables in front of their doors and stayed awake as long as they could before sleep claimed them.
Zrk-2, the Mafia Roleblocker, has been lynched. It is now Night 2.
Night ends Saturday at Midnight Pacific (25 hours from now). Please have all your actions in by then.
P.S.: Names in flavor will be chosen based on position in votecount, generally.