CLU sat in a chair in his own private corridors near a large window panel, overlooking out to the brightly lit city that stood before him. His fingers drumming against the chair's arm in a rhythm he hadn't even notice he was doing and didn't care much to anyways. The thought and feeling that he couldn't do anything about him was eating him alive and quite frankly, driving him mad. Why couldn't he find him! Why! He had looked everywhere on the whole entire Grid! The Outlands, the smoldering remains of ISO cities, everywhere! Not a single Program he took in for interrogation knew a thing of their Creator's whereabouts! Its like he had been wiped off the face of The Grid. But CLU knew he was still out there, he knew it, he could feel it in his circuitry that Flynn was probably just sitting there somewhere, looking out to the city just as he was. All his hate for his own User was boiling inside him and he swore he was swimming in a sea of hate. A pitch black void that no light could pierce through.
He stood up quickly grabbing the closest object and smashing it against the wall, watching as it quickly pixelated and derezzed into thousands of cubes of data. He started to thrash against anything he could, objects derezzing and flying everywhere, chipping and cracking. Finally after some time did he stop, breathing heavily. There was only silence beside his heavy breath, which he didn't understand when he didn't breath from the start, maybe a general reaction to the situation? He would have to look further into his own Programming then... But that would have to wait. Right now he needed to focus on what mattered the most, finding Flynn and getting his disc. Once he had their Creator's disc he wouldn't care at all if the User was alive or dead, though he preferred dead so he wouldn't be able to cause him anymore trouble than he already does.
There was a knock at his door... This was his private corridors, hardly anyone actually came to knock on his door unless it was something very important or something was being quite a trouble and needed some orders to be dealt with. He calmed himself down before answering it, leaning against the wall looking rather irritated since he basically didn't want to be disturbed at this moment. Rinzler, his right hand man in a way of speaking, his best pawn, the best fighting piece to the game. Though it was rather...odd to see him here.
"Rinzler? I assume you come here on behalf of good news?" CLU spoke inviting him into his private corridors. He felt a little of his hate wither down from the fact that Rinzler, someone who was once known as Tron, was now on his side of the board and of course the best piece as he had explained. He could hear the Program give out something that sounded to be a purring noise, but no reply followed. He sometimes just wanted to question him, about all sorts of things full knowing the answers but wanting to hear them for himself. A way to let out his anger in a way...
The Security Program pointed out to the mess CLU had made when he was thrashing around not so long ago. Now he understood why he was here. He had heard him letting out his anger in a much more...violent manner that is. There was nothing to be said so CLU shrugged it off, dismissing Rinzler in a silent command and a warning to not bug him again unless it was something he wanted or needed to hear, not to question his own doing. Waiting a few after Rinzler had left, CLU pick up a small object, explained to him once before to be a vase, he tossed it at the wall with full on hatred.
"Kevin Flynn I swear when I find you there won't be a tomorrow for you to look forward to!" He yelled. He truly wasn't just swimming in his hate for their Creator, he was drowning in it...