She was laying flat on a cold, steel table, strapped down, a large, metallic helmet clipped onto her head.
Sark lingered around her, activating various systems to prepare.
"What are you going to do to me, exactly?" Quorra asked.
"You've heard of the human treatment known as a lobotomy? Well, it's like that, only, we don't deal with the messy surgeries. We are simply going to extract the information in your mind and then-destroy your mind."
Quorra began to shake in fright.
"Oh, but don't worry, it's not going to happen now. We're just testing it to see if there's any glitches."
Quorra was inhaling and exhaling rapidly.
"Why, my dear girl, please try to relax." Sark said, with a hint of condensation. "This will only sting for a moment."
A pulsing vibration past into the helmet and Quorra let out a horrendous shriek of pain.
Sark deactivated the mechanism. "Hmm, I don't think it is hitting it's right shock ratio, I do apologize, allow me to try again."
He reactivated it, this time the vibration more severe, and Quorra's cries all the more painful.
"Wait, there are two Bradley's?" Lyle asked, confused.
"No, it's my program I created almost 30 years ago, Tron." Alan replied.
"So, the game is named after him?" Justin motioned to Tron. "Sir, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you."
"I had heard there were users on the Grid. I just didn't expect this many."
"Heard? When did you here this?" Sam asked.
"Not 5 minutes ago. Word was they captured two users. I was going in to rescue them."
"Quorra and Trey." Steven muttered.
"So, any ideas on how to get in? The front door isn't a good idea." Chloe said.
"And why not?" Steven asked while pulling out his I-Disc.
"You suggest we attempt to take on probably thousands of possible enemy programs with just the eight of ours' discs?" Ed replied.
Steven put his disc back. "I guess not."
"We do have the fiercest warrior on the Grid with us." Justin reminded. "Maybe he has a plan."
"Maybe he's already going through with it." Ed pointed out, as Tron ran to the alley beside the MCP building and pulled out his two I-Discs. He began jabbing them into the sides of the building and climbed up, using the jab points as a ladder.
"One at a time." he called.
Sam ran and followed Tron up the building, followed by Alan.
"Don't look down." Justin playfully warned to Lyle as they climbed up.
"Man, now is not the time." he replied.
Tron had shimmied up to the top , but climbed down to the top second floor.
"We enter through here." he said. Holding onto the ledge, he swung around and smashed through the glass window.
"Hey, Alan, did you used to have moves like that?" Sam asked, as he flung himself through the smashed window.
"I wish. Help me out here, would you?" he replied, holding out his hand for Sam to grab ahold of.
An alarm began blaring once Alan set foot in the room. "Intruders detected Intruders detected!" it wailed.
"We've been spotted." Tron informed. "Get behind me."
The door burst open and several programs flooded in. Tron easily cut them down.
Sark then enter and shot Tron with a Striker. Tron fell to the ground paralyzed.
"You have breached a private area. It is my duty to detain you all."
"You and what army?" Steven asked, taking out his I-Disc.
Sark drew his own and slashed Steven across the throat. Steven grabbed onto the gaping wound and fell to his knees. It took him a few moments before finally crumpling over, dead.
"Oh my god!" Chloe exclaimed, hiding her face behind Justin.
"What the hell, man?" Sam questioned.
"Take them. And clean this mess-"
A golden glow surrounded Steven's corpse. Soon the body was absorbed by the light and shot out of the window and upward.
"Never mind, then. Bring them to the Overlord."
The group was escorted out, with Sark bending over and picking Tron up himself.
"We meet again, old friend."
The group was guided into the massive room with the MCP placed in it.
"Well, the other members of the outside world. Why do you try to break into here?"
Sam was pushed in front of the MCP.
"Ah, young Flynn. I was associated with a Kevin Flynn many years ago."
"So I've heard."
"You and the 8 outside users-"
"7. You killed one of them."
"Ah yes. Steven Pepper, codename Koba. As I saw, he was too cocky for his own good. You have yet to answer my question, Flynn."
"You have two of our friends."
"One of them very dear to you, I sense."
Sam sighed. "Aside from the point. Where are they?"
"Well, the boy, Trey, I had sent to the games circuit. As for the girl,"
A loud shriek of pain erupted several floors below, but was audible at a high degree.
"What are you doing to her? Let her go!" Sam demanded.
"I'm afraid I won't be doing that. See, the information within her mind is too valuable to allow humans to access it. I will extract it and dispose of her properly."
"Not unless I have something to say about it." Sam pulled out his I-Disc and prepared to attack, but was zapped by Sark with the Striker. Sark then aimed it at the rest of the group and rendered them incapacitated."Send the four on the right to the games. As for Flynn, exile him, the program and the other two to the outskirts of the Grid."
A group of programs picked up the paralyzed Chloe, Justin and Lyle and walked them out of the room.
The roof above the room opened and a massive launcher was wheeled in. Sam, Ed, Alan and Tron were loaded into a pod that was then loaded into the launcher. Sark activated it and fired the pod far into the distance.
"That should take care of them. For now, my lord."
"Sark, that user with the glasses, he seems to take a resemblance to your own programmer."
"He did, didn't he?"
"He could of come in use."
"Too late for that now."
"Well, then. Go see how the process with the ISO is going."
"As you wish."
Sark exited the room as another of Quorra's pain-filled cries echoed through.
The pod flew over the lit-up city and onward past the rocky cliffs. It began descending on the unfilled space of the Grid and crashed.
The pod door shot open and Sam jumped out. Ed and Tron came tumbling out, with Alan popping his head out, though remained in the pod.
"We best get moving." Sam said.
"Sam, wait." Ed called. "It would take hours to walk back."
"Then we better get started."
"We only have 5 hours left before that portal closes." Ed replied, pointing towards the bright blue light.
"What are you saying, Ed?"
"I'm saying it's over, Sam. We failed."