Take your helmet off

Paige once again found her pacing through the streets of Argon for the occupation on Duty. The programs around her noticed her demeanor and red coloring ducked their heads and moved to clear a path. Paige after a few years in the occupation was used to this by now and deep down found herself actually enjoying it. It made her job so much easier especially considering what Tesler had just sent her to do.

Find the renegade, and bring him in, again. This time Paige had a feeling that Tesler wouldn't take no for an answer. Especially now that CLU was in Argon, failing was not an option, at least if Paige didn't want to get derezzed. Paige really didn't want to get derezzed.

After several months of chases and nearly catching the slippery program, the occupation still had little to no Intel on the Renegade. Something that CLU found unacceptable. Paige as well found the lack of information on this defector. From her numerous encounters with the renegade, Paige had only learned a few things about him.

1. This was very obvious but the renegade was male

2. The renegade had skills as a mechanic. (She had learned this from their trip to the island after he had fixed their crashed vehicles into a workable mode of transportation, and then promptly ditched her.)

3. This was just a hunch but Paige expected there was more than one renegade. At least too judging by the two distinctive patterns each one had expressed during their fights. One was more cool headed and rational, never putting civilians in danger (something Paige could grudgingly respect) while the other was able to derezzed programs on the spot.

Paige still hadn't told Tesler about her premonition. Tesler was already way over his head with one defector, he didn't need the idea that two could be running around. Quite frankly, neither did Paige. She sighed inwardly as she once again scanned the perimeter of Argon square. Nothing. Maybe he won't show she thought.

It would make since. He had barely escaped the occupation last time, a few cycles ago when he had tried to break into their base of operations. Paige had been right there, so close to catching him. But then Pavel pushed her out of the way, all while laughing the troubled program that he was, and proceeded after the masked program. Then, when he had failed to recover the stolen data and the renegade he had blamed Paige for slowing him down.

His very existence was Infuriating. Tesler had of course believed him and Paige was warned yet again of how inadequate performance was not an option. Not only that but Paige had been right on his toes, engaging the Tron wannabe in combat and had, if her disk memory was functioning properly hit the side of his helmet with her disk. The thought of the masked figure losing a few pixels filled Paige inside in a twisted way. As a medic, Paige was disgusted with what she had done, but as a solider her code filled with pride.

Just then the communicator on her arm blinked. She looked down and noticed that the Renegade had been spotted by an infantry officer near the docks. A small smile spread across Paige's lips in anticipation. This was her chance. Making sure no civilians were in her way Paige derezzed her bike and headed after the blinking trail.

This time the Renegade was not going to get away.