"It's beautiful, Sam." she said as the sun rose above them while driving down the near-barren highway.
"If you think that is, You should see the sunset." he replied.
"The sun goes away?"
"For a little while during the nights. Hold on." he said as they did a sharp left turn down towards the docks.
They discharged from the Ducati and walked towards the storage units.
"This is where you live?" she asked.
"It's quite amazing."
"Trust me, it's not."
He unlocked the door and turned on the light as he walked in.
"Feels like forever since I was last here." he muttered to himself.
Quorra soaked in her surroundings, still quite amazed with the simplicity of the place.
Marvin came running towards them, barking.
"Oh wow, a dog!" she exclaimed.
"Dad told you about them, didn't he?" he said as he picked up the animal.
"Yes, he taught me of all the breeds. This one's a Boston Terrier, right?"
"Yep. His name's Marvin. Wanna pet him?" he extended the dog's head towards her.
She backed away a little, nervously.
"Come on, he doesn't bite."
She extended her hand towards the head and patted it on the head. It licked her hand.
"It tickles." she giggled. Marv jumped down and ran off.
"He likes you." Sam assured. "Make yourself at home."
He sat down on one of the chairs, while Quorra took a seat on the sofa. She picked up a book laying on the makeshift table in front of her.
"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas?" she asked.
"It's about two guys who go to Vegas seeking the American dream. It might not be your cup of-"
"I loved it!" she exclaimed, placing the book back down on the table.
"tea. You sure read fast, that book was over 200 pages long."
"I read an encyclopaedia in 5 minutes once."
She stood up to scan the other books on Sam's shelf.
"You truly are fascinating."
She turned to him and smiled.
"Hey, are you alright?" Justin asked.
Sam snapped out of his trance. He was back in the Grid, walking down the path. Quorra was gone.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Sam was doing his bestto keep his emotions bottled in, not wanting to explode again like before. He was angry. Angry that Ed was trying to wipe out his father's empire. Mad that Alan was lost somewhere in the Grid. Mad that Quorra was abducted. The latter of his problems made him the angriest. He had grown fond of Quorra. And if anything were to happen to her-
But he kept it to himself. Struggling every minute to do so.
"Man' it looks Tokyo." Lyle commented as the group entered the mass city.
"Looks a little different than the designs." Chloe noted.
Sam looked around. He recognized certain buildings that were in Tron City the first time around. Certain streets and programs were there as well.
"What the hell is the "End of Line Club"? That wasn't in the designs either." Steven said.
The End of Line Club was the club the two-faced Castor ran. But it appeared as though it was destroyed.
"So were do we start? We've got alot of ground to cover. And very little time." Ed asked, looking at his watch. "7 hours, 56mins to be precise."
"Chloe, you are also a building designer for the game, what are some of the accessible buildings here?" Sam asked.
"The entire game is interactive, so every building-"
"God dammit." Sam muttered under his breathe.
"So what, we just knock on every door, asking if some old fart happened across?" Justin said disgruntled.
"He's not just some old fart!" Sam replied. "He's your boss. My friend. And we will knock on every door. If we have to."
Suddenly, an outburst of anguish and anger erupted around the corner from them. Justin looked at the group, then went to investigate. He looked up and down the street before walking to his left.
They waited for two minutes before Justin came speed walking back towards them.
"Run, run, run, RUN!" he shouted before switching into a sprint and grabbing Chloe by the arm.
A Recognizer hovered around the corner and began heading straight for them.
"Oh god. Not again." Sam said before running off after Justin, soon followed by the others.
"What does that thing do?" Lyle hollered as they ran for their lives.
The Recognizer was closing in on them and was right above Ed, but Sam pulled him out from under it and they rounded another corner.
As they began outrunning the Recognizer, a hooded figure emerged from a dimly lit alley.
"Over here!" it beckoned. Without too many options on them, they ran toward the figure and into the alley.
The Recognizer past by, leaving the group to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Who or whatever you are, thank you." Steven said.
The figure removed it's hood. It was Alan Bradley.
"Alan! It's so good to see you." Ed said.
"Likewise. Kevin always said the Grid was a fascinating place. But he never mentioned how dangerous it was."
Sam approached him and patted him on the shoulder. "Good to see you, man."
"Great! Now let's hall ass to the Portal!" Steven urged.
"We're not done here yet. We still need to save Trey and Quorra."
"Quorra's here?" Alan asked. "A little risqué, isn't it?"
"She insisted on coming. Not only that, but we need to shut down the MCP."
"Care to enlighten him, Ed?"
Ed shuffled in his place. "The thing that sent you here, the Master Control Program-"
"Master Control Program? Do you have any idea what that almost did to the company 20 years ago? Why would you install something like that?"
"Not important at the moment. The MCP's AI is rapidly increasing to a point where we can no longer control it."
"That's what happened 20 years ago." Alan remarked.
"That is why it has to be destroyed." Sam interjected.
"So the MCP, does it have Quorra as well?"
"We believe so."
"Jesus." Alan muttered, walking away a little.
"What?" Sam asked, concerned.
"Do you know what could happen if the MCP find out that Quorra is an isomorphic algorithm?"
"If it can access Quorra's knowledge, it can use that to do anything. It could use that knowledge to enslave the human race, even."
A silence loomed.
Sam spoke up. "We have to get Quorra back. And fast."
"But where in this god-awful place could the MCP be at?" Chloe asked.
"Well, considering he is basically a dictator, it would incline he has a big ego." Steven inputed.
"And how does that help?" Ed asked.
"Big ego," he said, walking to the entrance of the alley, "big pad."
He pointed up at the tallest building on the Grid. A crackle of lightning occurred above of it.
"That just confirms it further." Lyle added.
Quorra and Trey were led into the room containing the MCP. Their hands were bound behind them, so they could not fight against the programs holding onto them.
"Identify yourselves, users." a loud, booming voice echoed.
"Quorra." she called. "And this is Trey."
"Why do you come to the Grid?" the voice continued.
"A colleague of ours is trapped here. We only wish to retrieve him."
"Does the other not speak?"
"I do." Trey replied.
"Send the one identified as Trey to the games. Leave the other here." a second voice called.
"Games?" Trey said, a little panicked as the guards latched back onto him and was escorted out.
"Sark, remove our guest's restraints, if you would.
A figure emerged and walked towards Quorra. She felt a bit uneasy as Sark unlocked her cuffs.
"Would you be so kind as to tell us where your other companions are?" the other voice asked.
"Are you the Master Control Program?" Quorra replied.
"What is your intentions towards me and my friends?"
"Why? We wish not to cause any problems towards you, we only wish to retrieve our friend and exit."
A laugh rumbled from the machine. "Humans have always tended to resort to pathetic begging. Except- you are not a human."
Sark looked at Quorra.
"You are a program. A more advanced one at that. Yes, an isomorphic algorithm to be exact."
"How do you know that?"
"I am all knowable. And you, my dear, have just become my new friend."
Quorra looked confused. "Sark, please so kind as to escort our guest to a confinement room until further notice. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Quorra."
Sark re-shackled her and led her out of the room.
Sam peeked his head around the corner of the alley to make sure nothing was coming towards them.
"Alright, come on." he motioned, guiding the group out into the street.
They flooded out of the alley, being flanked by Alan.
"You sure it's clear?" Justin asked.
"Yes, why?" Sam asked, before turning around to get his answer.
"Maybe you should check again." a guard had it's I-Disc held up at Justin's throat. Soon the group was surrounded.
"Any ideas of how to get out of this?" Ed asked.
"I'm thinking." Sam replied.
"To hell with that." Steven said, whipping out his I-Disc and charging at one of the guards.
"Don't!" Sam hollered, but was droned out by the sound of his cohorts engaging in battle.
"Stay back, Alan." he said, removing his own I-Disc and joining in.
The group's efforts were valiant, but they weren't no match for the program's training.
Lyle was picked up and slammed to the ground by a program. It was about to slash at him when an I-Disc sliced through it, derezzing it.
Sam looked towards the disc's source. A masked program join in the duel and within moments derezzed the attacking programs.
Lyle scooted away from it, not sure if it was out to destroy them as well.
The program looked at him, then turned to Alan and walked towards him, it's mask crawling off it's face.
Alan gasped. "Tron."