Chapter 6: Half and Half

"Psssssssssst...! Hoooooooope!" By the time Margo had become the physical appearance of an eight year old, her and Hope, who appeared to be nine, had began to experiment with their own capabilities and special qualities they held as an ISO, and half of one. "Hoooooope! Hope! Hope! Hope! Hope Hope Hope Hooope!"

The young ISO groaned lightly from her spot in the bed, stirring before opening her eyes slightly and turning her head to look towards Margo, squinting her eyes. "Margo..?" She mumbled quietly. "What is it..?"

Margo wiggled in her spot for a moment before she grinned and began to go into a giggle fest, her large neon blue eyeglasses falling from her face. She pushed the glasses back up and wiggled under the covers next to Hope and curled up. The two young ones stared at one another for a good while. "...Hi."

Hope smiled, and giggled, taking her finger and tapping Margo's nose gently. "Hi hi." She said back.

Margo scrunched up her nose and rubbed her hands on it wildly, kicking her short legs slightly. She looked back at Hope and stared at her for a micro. "...Can we go play..?"

Hope let out a loud groan, slowly turning back around, her back to Margo. She pulled the covers over her small body and over her head. "Margo..."

Margo whined quietly and scooted towards Hope, wiggling her blanket wrapped body over towards her companion. "Whaaaa—?!" She cried.

"No!" Hope sternly said. Well, as stern as a nine year old could be. "It's too EARLY. And I'm tried. So go back to sleep."

"...What if I waited two PectroCycles...?"

"No."

"...Three..?"

There was silence. Hope sighed. "Make it four and we've got a deal."

"YAAAAAAYYYY—!"

"MARGO."

Margo whined loudly as she rolled herself off the bed, along the floor and back to her own. She shimmied up on it. "Whaa..?"

"Sleep time. Now. Goodnight silly goose."

"IT'S BEEN FOUR PECTROCYCLES!" Margo's voice suddenly yelled out in the room. She leapt off her work desk and scurried over to the sleeping Hope. Margo began to poke at her. "Hope, Hope, Hope, Hope, hey! Hey, hey! Are you awake? How about now, are you awake now?" She leant over Hope's head so she was face to face with her and opened one of the young ISOs eyelids with her fingers. "It's been four PectroCycles."

She proceeded to see Hope begin to pout and fake cry, slowly rolling onto her back. "MEHH..."

And when she did, she was greeted with Margo's smiling face.

"...What did you want to play?

"I dunno! Just do some practicing really, I can't do it by myself!"

"Alright." Hope said, slowly beginning to move off of the bed.

The two young programs peered out of their room, looking down the faintly lit hall. "I forget," Margo began slowly. "When did Dyson say he was coming back again..?"

"5 cycles from today." Hope replied.

Margo looked back at Hope, raising an eyebrow with confusion. "So...are we talking just normal cycles, or like the shorter ones?" She asked quietly as they passed Tron's room door. "Oh! Or do you mean like the LONGER ones—"

Hope quickly clamped her hand over Margo's mouth, eyes wide.

Margo's own eyes went wide, her gaze slowly moving to the door.

Hope slowly removed her hand, placing a finger to her lips. She glanced at the door before beginning to move away.

Margo glanced up at the door briefly before she scurried after Hope, the two bolting down the hallway.

Not long after the two had run off, the door had opened, a groggy voice wearily rising up as soon as it did. "Tron, don't even think about it..."

"Yori..."

"Tron, come on this has gone FAR ENOUGH; you're smothering the girls, let them have their space." Yori's voice replied as the protector of the Grid peered out of the room.

Tron frowned a bit, glancing back at Yori. "What if they get hurt..?" He said.

"They'll be FINE." Yori replied as she slowly walked into view from behind Tron and peered out the hallway herself. "They're just playing and experimenting, if something happens you'll be right there to protect them." She said.

"Why do they have to do this at night..?" Tron muttered.

"Oh come on, Tron..." Yori chuckled with a raised eyebrow. She slowly wrapped her arms around him, a smile on her face. "We might not have been AS YOUNG as the two, but don't you remember sneaking out of the MCP's boundaries and breaking curfew on the original Grid..?"

Tron couldn't help but smile, looking down at Yori and placing his hands on her cheeks. "I remember..." He said. "And every single time it was for, or because of you..."

Yori rolled her eyes with a small laugh and smirked playfully. "Well excuse a girl for being CURIOUS." She teased.

"You were always a curious program." Tron said with a greater smile, leaning down and kissing Yori's head gently.

Yori sighed with a shake of her head and poked at Tron's chest with a raised eyebrow. "Alright, now come on back to bed or I'll make you." She playfully threatened as she patted Tron's chest and walked back inside their room.

Tron leaned against the frame of the door, smiling as his eyes strayed down south as Yori walked away. "In a minute..." He said.

Margo and Hope peered out from the hall corner when they heard Yori's laughter rise up followed by amused scolding and two hands pulling the protector of the Grid back in the room with the door sliding shut behind him.

"Grownups are weird..." Margo stated as she looked up at Hope.

Hope nodded. "Mmhm."

"Wow, Hope, you've gotten really good at manipulating code like that..." Margo marveled with a wide eyed expression as she marveled at Hope as she formed yet another object with loose code in the air. This time; a wheel of a lightcycle. Margo huffed quietly and kicked at the ground as she held up a neon blue rose that barely held together by the petals. "All I can make is this stupid flower-thing still."

Hope gasped, reaching out to catch the petals. "Oh! But Margo I like these flowers!"

"But I can't make anything else!" Margo whined with a shake of her head.

Hope smiled as she held the petals in her hands. "But I like flowers." She said again. "We don't really have them here on The Grid."

Margo puffed up her cheeks before she sighed, throwing her hands up in the air as dozens and dozens of the neon petals floated about in mid air down to the floor. "Oh! I was working on something else! I think I can make a SLIDE now!" She grinned.

Hope giggled, looking at Margo with a smile. "Really?"

"Yeah! Wanna see?!"

Hope sat up and nodded quickly. "Yeah!"

"What do you MEAN I don't do anything?!" Reeve shouted as he threw his hands up as he walked along with his fellow guard programs. "We wouldn't be back early by a whole five cycles if I wasn't doing anything!"

"Reeve, you can talk all you want; but you still didn't do anything." Carla replied, placing her hands on her hips.

"YES I DID! I cleared the perimeter!"

Dyson sighed as he stopped walking, looking at his team with crossed arms. "Would you two, STOP, arguing?" He said in a bitter sounding tone. "You both did something; we end it there. Understood?"

There was a long pause between the two programs. Mark slowly rose a hand, raising an eyebrow. "Not to talk back, sir, but I DON'T think this'll end anytime soon."

"I DID DO SOMETHING!"

"You fought ONE VIRUS! And after that you hid in the cantina!"

"No I DIDN'T!"

"Reeve!"

"BOTH OF YOU CLEAN THE CUBES OUT OF YOUR EARS AND STOP THIS!" Dyson yelled at the two, standing between them. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "Imagine if TRON were here."

That's when a distant thud sounded from behind the glass slide doors of the TRON tower, catching all four of the programs' attentions.

"Did you hear that?" Carla asked.

"I thought that was just me," Reeves said as he looked at his fellow guard.

Then crying began to sound off from where the thud was heard.

"That sounds like the little tot Margo..." Mark said slowly before he rushed inside the building.

Dyson sighed, quickly beginning to run into the building. "Oh great..."

When the four guard programs had run inside, they were met with a particular sight; Margo sitting on the floor crying and being comforted by Hope, and Yori examining Margo's ankle, her and Tron looking back and forth at her and the pile of neon blue petals on the floor. "A medic should probably have a look at her ankle..." Yori finally said as she looked back at Tron.

Tron nodded. "I'll go get one."

Yori nodded before she looked up at Dyson in surprise, her eyes widening slightly and her eyebrows rising. "Dyson, you and the team are back already? I thought you wouldn't be back till after five cycles..."

"Finished early." Dyson said. "What happened?"

"I tried making a slide out of loose code..." Margo spoke up and sniffled, rubbing her eyes. "Then it turned into flower petals."

Dyson smiled faintly, reaching out and gently rubbing Margo's hair around. "Did you really..?" He asked.

Margo nodded slightly and looked up at Dyson briefly before looking over at the pile of neon colored petals and pointing to it.

Dyson looked at the petals with a faint chuckle, looking back at Margo. "And you hurt your ankle?" He asked.

"I fell."

Reeves laughed lightly as he crossed his arms and rose an eyebrow at Margo before making his way over to the petals. "I gotta say though; that's still pretty neat."

Margo tilted her head to the side. "Me falling?"

Hope smiled and giggled, holding Margo closer to herself. "The petals, Margo."

"Oh."

"Tron why're you draggin' me out here in the middle of Late-Cycle, mate?" A female Australian accented voice suddenly echoed in the large main room, a female program with light blonde hair tied up in a messy bun wearing bright green eyeglasses walking into view with a tired expression of annoyance.

"It's Margo." Tron replied.

"Alright, lemme have a look at her."

"Okay, okay, programs!" Margo called over the anxious chatter of the programs huddled together on the platform as it rolled along the underground track. "Come on guys, if ya don't calm down I can't explain anything!"

"HEY!" Sam's voice suddenly rose up from the large group of programs, walking through them to get to Margo. She sighed and shook her head. "Can't you all be quiet for a few micros?" She asked the crowd, looking at them.

The crowd eventually, slowly, hushed.

Margo held up her hands slightly and let out a long sigh. "I know you all don't know why you're hear and are obviously a bit freaked out but hear me out." She pointed to the crowd, raising a brow as she leant back against the railing. "But what you all did for the Renegade..." Margo chuckled with a slow shake of her head and a lopsided grin formed on her face. "My Flynn, how could you all have NOT figured that this would happen?!"

"What are you getting at with this?" Flash suddenly spoke up, walking towards the front of the crowd.

"What else? You're all being RECRUITED for the REVOLUTION."

"The REVOLUTION?!" Zed called out as he stepped forward. "You mean against CLU?"

Margo nodded. "Right."

"Wait WHY didn't you just COME TALK to us about it instead of doing all of THIS?" Mara asked as she motioned around.

"You really think that would have been a good idea?" Margo briskly asked with a faint smile and raise of her brow. "Unfortunately it HAD to be this way. We lost a buch of others already by being TOO OPEN than we should've been about everything already." She sighed, shaking her head as she rubbed her ribbon slightly.

Sam's eyebrows arched up slightly, looking at Margo. "Recruiting members for the revolution and practically being in charge of the whole thing definitely puts a bunch of stress on Margo so you'll have to bear with us here." She told the programs, smiling lightly. "And besides, if you think about it you should be happy to be recruited. You showed us all your beliefs that cycle at Able's Garage so I would doubt any of you are objected to this."

"But what if we're not cut out for FIGHTING?! Or being up against CLU'S ARMY?!" A voice suddenly called out in a panic. "Not trying to rain on any parade and all but what if we can't fight that well and are hopeless to train?!"

Beck furrowed a brow lightly when the program said this, tapping his mask as he thought. That's when he realized something. 'Tron's still out there and Cyrus is on the loose.' His eyes widened under his mask when he thought this. He had to get back out there when he had the chance or else things would end badly.

"You don't have to necessarily fight in the revolution." Sam explained, smiling. "There are PLENTY of other ways that you can still fight for the revolution without combat. Your programming is VERY useful, especially since you are all mechanics."

"Why don't we just let 'em see for themselves." Margo said with a small chuckle. "Once you've had a look at the Bunker, you'll understand everything."

"The Bunker?" The voice of Link asked, furrowing a brow out of confusion once he had made his way over to Zed and Mara.

"That's all I'm tellin' folks!" Margo said with a wave of her hand before she set herself down on the floor with a sigh. She rubbed her bad leg as she faced her head towards Beck. "Oh yeah...there IS somethin' else..." She slowly said with a small nod. "Oui, dude! C'mere!"

Beck slowly walked over to Margo and knelt down next to her. "What is it?"

"Take off the mask."

"WHAT?! Margo, you know I can't—"

"Dude." Margo rose her eyebrows and crossed her arms with a light laugh. "We have a code in the Bunker. Though not bound by code; we're family. And everyone here is apart of it now including you. So take off the mask."

Sam nodded and looked at Beck, a smile on her face. "It'll definitely be a weight off of your shoulders." She said. "And besides, Tron would want you to at this point." She finished quietly.

Beck slowly drew a deep breath as he rose up to his feet again and nodded. He slowly faced the crowd of programs clenching his fists slightly before his masked switched off, his face revealed.

The programs all gasped, eyes widening and chatters or shouts coming from the group. Everyone was SHOCKED. Beck was the Renegade. But none were more shocked than Zed and Mara, who stood with eyes wide and mouths open.

"BECK...?" Mara breathed as she slowly took a small step towards Beck. "All this time...you...were..?"

Beck nodded slowly, letting out another sigh and closing his eyes briefly. "Y...Yeah..." Was all he managed to say. He didn't expect any of this to happen. Who would have? And what would anyone have said or done?

"Wait..." Zed slowly began to say, taking a few steps towards Beck. "Does that mean..?"

Mara took a step closer towards Beck herself. "All those times you left work...you were out there in the city fighting Tesler's troops and rescuing programs..? Wait! But what about the SHOP—"

"That wasn't me!" Beck quickly said before Mara could finish. "And neither was that crane explosion where Able—" He stopped himself and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath to keep himself calm. "You guys...remember...Cyrus, right..?"

Zed's eyes widened slowly, shaking his head. "Don't tell me that was him...?" He muttered loudly.

Beck was ready to blurt everything out, ready to give full explanation in detail, but a small feeling told him despite how much it hurt; that was all he could talk about at the moment. At least in front of all of the Able's garage employees. Cyrus was his problem. Nobody else's.

"I'll...I'll explain later." Was all Beck managed to get out after those thoughts, almost automatically. This was all too on the spot for even him.

"Okay everyone, alright!" Margo suddenly piped up. She always had a knack of changing the subject. "That's enough of that! Now before we all get to just hanging out and waiting till we arrive at the Bunker there are a few things I need everyone to know!"

Murmurs rose up instantly after Margo said this, silencing when she held up a hand.

"You all don't know this along with all of Argon citizens, but Clu is coming! He's on his way right now and we have less than a MilliCycle until he arrives! You all aren't ready to fight—" A grin slowly spread across Margo's face. "But you WILL BE. The Bunker is specifically made for programs like all of you! For those tired of sitting around and wanting to do something about the Occupation but not knowing how!

"Clu is coming! This isn't just holding up signs or riots anymore! This has become WAR. Do you all understand that?! War is DANGEROUS. It can KILL! But it also means a chance to FIGHT, IF USED CORRECTLY. Which is EXACTLY what our side is. We fight for EQUALITY of all programs and freedom!"

Margo's expression slowly tensed as she raised her head up high and pointed to the crowd of programs. "I'm going to ask you what I ask every program who comes to the Bunker! Can you DEFINE PERFECTION?!"

The crowd remained silent. No one had an answer.

"Exactly! Not even Dyson, second in command of Clu could even answer! Their "cause"? It doesn't EXIST! Which means that WE WILL win in the end no matter what! Because we have something to fight for!" Margo's smile widened as she held out her arms. "Friends! Loved ones! Innocent programs! Those who are too weak to fight but know that what's happening is wrong! For those who have fallen for that non-existent cause! Remember that, programs!" Margo waved a hand down as she motioned towards the small rail carts riding attached to the platform. "Alright, go on ahead and give yourselves some elbow room and relax! We'll arrive at the Bunker in thirty micros! But after the first twenty we'll be going deeper underground so you'll all need to put on those seat belts and hang onto something because it'll get pretty bumpy! That's all!"

"We'll need to fix that." Sam said, peering over the edge of the platform. She looked back at Margo, smiling and shrugging. "At least I think so."

"Techna's workin' on that as a side thing!" Margo replied with a small shrug. She let out a small sigh of relief when the crowd slowly dispersed, Link, Zed and Mara being the only ones left staying from the crowd. The enhanced program slowly plopped down with a small pained grunt, rubbing her bad leg as she took off her ribbon wth the other hand and began to massage it. "Flynn it's hurtin'..." She muttered to herself with a pained sigh as she leant her head back.

"You gonna be okay, Margo?" Beck asked as he knelt down next to Margo. "I mean, you seemed in rough shape when you first came to the hideout and you don't seem to have had any rest since then."

"Too much to do, Beck..." Margo replied tensely as she faced her head towards him with a pained lopsided smile. "Too much to do."

Tron let out a loud yell as he swiftly elbowed the last guard in the face, knocking them out. He sighed and shook his head as he began to walk off, heading towards the exits leading to the outside of Tesler's ship. "Time to find out where I'm going." He muttered with slight annoyance.

When Tron had opened his lightjet baton, he caught at the corner of his eye a distant dark figure standing on the roof of a building. A woman's silhouette. And she seemed to have been spying, hiding out of sight as soon as Tron turned his head to look at the figure.

Tron furrowed a brow, staring at where the figure had disappeared from for a while as the lightjet rezzed. He eventually shook his head as he sped up the lightjet off into the city to find out where Beck and Sam had gone.

After what could have been three PectroCycles, Tron had no luck in finding Beck, Sam or even Margo. But he did however learn about what had happened after searching around Argon Square. Programs all over had been talking in a panic about the whole concert and front of the crowd disappearing. Not only that, but word had also spread that the second in commanding officer of General Tesler,Paige; had seemed to have vanished. Nobody knew where she had gone. The whole city seemed to be falling into chaos, one thing happening after another.

Tron's face tensed, shaking his head with a deep frown. Along with Clu's short arrival, Cyrus at large, and the fact that he couldn't find his own Renegade, this cycle was especially stressful on the old program.

As the frustrated and overwhelmed Tron wandered, something caught his eye. A familiar sight. The same silhouette he had seen earlier had been spying on him again. And as she did the first time, she dodged out of sight into an alleyway as soon as Tron had seen her. There was no denying it now, Tron was being followed.

Tron slowly turned around to face where the mysterious program had gone, slowly reaching back to grab his disk. "What makes you think that you can follow me like this..?" He asked loudly, knowing that the program would hear.

No response answered him but silence. The sound of running footsteps suddenly echoed in the alleyway, the silhouette running into view briefly before taking cover in the shadows.

Tron's face tensed as he waited for the program to reappear. But they didn't. He put his disk back on his back and began to walk off again, shaking his head.

As Tron walked off, the silhouette slowly peered out from the alley and placed her hand on the wall, her face tensing the slightest bit before she nimbly climbed up the wall with loose pipes and railings. She planted her feet to the wall as she held onto a railing with one and hand and touched the side of her mask, switching it to a binocular mode to keep a close eye on Tron. That's when she suddenly called out, her voice synthesized by the mask; "Are you friend or foe?!"

Tron stopped walking. He slowly looked back. "I was about to ask you the same thing!" He called back.

"Then why don't we give out our answers somewhere more private?!" The program replied sharply.

"And where would that be?!" Tron asked, slowly beginning to walk back over towards the program.

"Somewhere where you won't be able to stick your disk in my back!" The program replied as she jumped down from the railing in front of Tron. She crossed her arms slowly and cocked her head to the side as she examined him. After a long silence she turned away from him and began to walk down the alleyway. "Come on."

Tron's face tensed, almost about to refuse. He didn't have time to be with some other program. Not when all of this was happening. A part of him however...told him to go with her...

And that's what he did. He followed the female program, cautiously.

"What business do you have with the Renegade?" The program suddenly asked, her tone sounding harsh. "I have been following that young program since day one to make sure he stays safe and no other programs finds out about his secret identity. But it's quite clear that you know." She finished as she stopped walking and glanced back behind Tron, her hand resting on an unsheathed lightblade on her hip.

Tron glanced down at the weapon. "I'm the one who trained him." He said sharply, looking back up at program. "So really, you have no business with him."

"Impossible." The program sharply replied. "I know for a fact you didn't train him. The Renegade has nearly matched Tron's exact fighting style and pattern. The only reason I knew it wasn't him was because of his height. He's too short to be him.

"...And how would you know so much about Tron? He's dead isn't he?"

"Let's just say that him and I were very close." The program snapped in a sharp tone. "And Tron isn't dead. There isn't a single program that could kill him in the original Grid and certainly not in this one." Her voice gained an edge as she drew out her lightblade and aimed it at Tron. "So I suggest you WATCH WHAT YOU SAY."

Tron furrowed a brow, staying quiet. A female program...who was CLOSE to himself..? Who could it be..? He was not close with many girls during his "glory days". The only POSSIBLE answer would be...

Tron's eyes widened, his chest rising slightly. "Impossible..." He said under his breath as he exhaled, shaking his head.

The program raised an eyebrow under her mask with confusion. "What are you talking about? What's "impossible"?"

Tron took a few slow steps towards the program, placing his hand out in front of him. "How close..?" He asked. "How close were you to Tron..?"

"Close enough." The program briskly replied. "It's none of your business."

"Yes it is." Tron said quickly. "Now, one more time," His mask suddenly switched off, showing his face. "How, CLOSE, were you to me..?"

The program let out a small gasp of surprise and startlement when she saw Tron's face, stumbling back before she dropped heavily onto her knees. "Oh my user..." She said quietly with a quaking voice and slowly held out her hand to Tron. Her mask suddenly switched off, revealing her own face and her silky bonde hair fell to one side of her shoulder, crystal blue eyes staring into Tron's brown ones. "You're...you're..."

Tron's eyes widened, staring down at the programs face. He slowly walked up to her, dropping down to her level slowly. "Yori..." He barely whispered, his hands reaching out and touching her face.

Yori let out a chocked up laugh, her eyebrows arching up as her eyes watered and her hands rested against Tron's. "Pl-Please say I'm not dreaming..." She muttered.

Tron shook his head, smiling faintly as his eyebrows arched up. "No...you're not dreaming..." He said. He laughed lightly, resting his forehead against hers. "I thought you were dead..."

"I knew you weren't," Yori replied with a small laugh, closing her eyes. "But I didn't think I would ever see you again...especially of all times—wait." Her eyes widened slightly as she rose her eyebrows in a panic. "Tron, did you know that Clu was—"

"Yes, I knew."

Yori and Tron began to rise up to their feet. Her face tensed the slightest bit as she gripped onto her light blade. "You don't need to worry. I'll protect you and the Renegade." She hung her head and shook it as she grit her teeth. "I won't be weak this time...I won't."

Tron hugged Yori close to himself, closing his eyes. "I need you just to stay safe..." He said. "I'm not losing you again."

"And I'm not losing you." Yori said as she looked up at Tron quickly, her eyebrows arching up. "I don't think I could bear it."

Tron shook his head, placing his hands on Yori's cheeks gently. "It's not going to happen, Yori." He said. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

That's when the roar of engines overhead sounded, instantly gaining Yori and Tron. Yori's eyes slowly widened, shaking her head slowly. "They're here." She muttered and looked back at Tron, moving back out of his embrace and took his hand. "We have to find your Renegade and get out of Argon; asap." Yori quickly said as she began to guide Tron into the shadows, her mask switching back on.

Tron nodded, glancing around and up at the sky as his mask switched back on. "I already have a plan on how to keep everyone safe." He said. "Well, it's more Margo's then anything but."

"Margo is here?" Yori quickly asked. "In ARGON..?" She slowly nodded, a smile spreading under her mask as realization hit her and a small laugh escaped her lips. "Of course..."

Tron smiled faintly under his mask. "She's got everything under control. Or at least that's what she told me." He said.

"She does!" Yori began to drag Tron down the alleyway, taking out her baton as she looked about. "I know what Margo's planning; We have to get to The Bunker!"

Tron rose an eyebrow, looking at Yori. "Do you know where it is?" He asked, hopeful that she did.

"Just keep up with me!"

The roars of the feirce engines roared for all of Argon to hear, and those roars were loud enough to even be heard underground. Margo's head shot up almost instantly when she first heard those engines, every code in her body tensing and freezing with slight fear. Despite the fact she had been anticipating the moment to come...it still horrified her.

"Sam...how much longer until we reach The Bunker...?" Margo's voice shook when she managed to ask that question.

Sam looked back at Margo, her eyebrows arching up as she smiled faintly. "We're almost there. Two more micros." She informed her.

"That's not enough time." Margo briskly said. She slowly walked over to Beck, patting his arm to gain his attention from the discussion he was having with Zed, Mara and Link. "Beck. I gotta talk to ya for a sec."

Beck looked back at Margo, furrowing a brow. He glanced up slightly as his face tensed a little and listened to the faint distant engine roars. He nodded slowly, looking down at Margo. "Alright."

Margo nodded her head, offering up a small smile before leading Beck away. She faced her head up to him, her expression turning grim for the first time since Beck had met her. "Beck...this is a war now, you realize that right..?"

Beck nodded. "I mean it's all Tron would talk about before you came here."

"Well he does have a good reason to. Beck, there are going to be sacrifices. And I know you know all about sacrifices but it's going to be different than it was before...a lot of programs are going to derezz, and sometimes...you'll have to take matters in your own hands." Margo held up a hand slightly when Beck's expression turned into slight horror. "It's a scary thought, I know. You're a gentle program, even if you don't appear it sometimes. But don't get into this thinking this won't change you. Because it will. Take it from me. I already asked everyone here if they are ready to follow and they said they are. The question now is; are you ready to lead?"

Beck frowned deeply as he furrowed a brow with slight confusion. "What is this all about..?" He questioned.

Margo sighed, shaking her head. "I just want to give you a heads up. Tron's readied you physically, but emotionally and mentally...that's an entirely different situation." She said.

"One mirco..." Sam warned as she glanced back at the two programs, her eyebrows arching up.

Margo drew in a deep breath and sighed heavily with a small nod. "Showtime." Her face tensed as she faced her head up and called out; "DENDŌ! Did you do what I had asked?!"

A groggy groan could be heard from the back of the platform, a head of white hair slowly rising up as the program himself stood up. "Come on, Margo...you should know the answer to that by now..." He said slowly. He suddenly smirked and chuckled, holding up a small bomb in his hand before swiftly throwing it back towards the tracks as they sped on by. "Hell yeah. All twenty-five of them."

A grin slowly formed on Margo's face. But this grin was...more devious. "Then LIGHT THOSE PUPPIES!"

"Light the what?!" Beck questioned as he quickly looked back at Margo. "What in the name of Flynn are you up to—"

"Can't have anyone follow us to The Bunker!"

"But Margo, he's—"

"FINE, dude!" Margo grinned again. "If my hunch is right then a certain somebody is picking him up!"

Sam sighed happily as she hugged herself, giggling with a smile. "I wonder how their reunion went..!" She squealed with delight.

Beck looked back at Sam, and then at Margo. His brows knit together and he let out a small sigh of slight irritation for being in the dark so much on the situation. He just gave away his identity, Clu's forces are in Argon, and now along with all the employees of Able's garage he was being taken somewhere by an underground railroad?

What in the name of Kevin Flynn was going on?!

"SHE'S GONNA BLOW!" Dendo shouted, grinning as he ran to the front and grabbed ahold of Beck's shoulders, pushing him down slightly. "Keep your heads down!" He said as he glanced back at the tunnel. "Those things are on FULL BLAST."

Beck's eyes widened slightly as he quickly looked back himself. "But won't that blast through the ground and up into the city?!" He quickly questioned with widened eyes.

"Relax!" Margo said. "We're deep enough underground it'll just be like a quake!" She pointed up to Sam, nodding her head. "Tell them to shut the barrier, we just passed through where they're at."

Sam nodded as she placed her finger to her ear, which now had an earpiece, and began to relay instructions to programs on the other end.

After a moment the Austrailian accented voice Beck had heard before just a mere PectroCycle ago came over unseen overhead speakers.

"G'Day, programs! Let me be the first to welcome ya to our fine uprising! Obviously nobody has attempted to run off screaming so it seems that you're all dedicated at least of some sorts! The name's Techna, better get used to my voice while you can because I am in third command of The Bunker, Sam being the second and Margo obviously the first!" A loud metal clang rose up, catching everyone's attention and looking back to see several metal steel barriers close in and block off the rest of the tunnel. A large projection of a purple haired program wearing glasses lined with yellow lights and a labcoat appeared overhead. Techna's projection beamed, waving a hand slightly. She whistled to gain the programs' attention. "Up here! Can't have any limbs flying off, can we? And now for some boring safety proceedin's as you all nearly arrive to your destination; Margo is goin' to connect her enhancement to the transportation you are in so we can have a bit of a head start here, and when she DOES you'll be movin' almost as fast as a lightjet, so you all'd best sit down and hang onto the railing bars set up an' put up your masks so there isn't any wind blowing in your face if that bothers you!" She saluted with two fingers and nodded her head, chuckling. "You lot better hang on! See you at The Bunker!"

Sam turned to look at everyone on the platform and smiled. "You heard her, programs! Masks up and hands on the handles, please and thank you!"

When all the programs braced themselves, Margo laughed and strutted up to the very front of the chain of carts, cracking her fingers and knuckles. "Open up the gateway, Tech!"

The projection of Techna nodded. "Don't give them whiplash."

"Whatever! Hang on everyone, cause here we go!" Margo suddenly shouted as she grabbed onto a thick railing connected to the cart. A loud electric crack sounded and the next thing any of the programs knew a strong force washed over, the programs all hanging onto the railing tightly against the force to keep from flying back. After what was quite literally five nanos, the force stopped and a hiss of gears groaned.

"Okay everyone! Up!"

Zed slowly hunched over the railing and groaned loudly. "I feel like I'm going to be sick..." He groaned in discomfort.

"You'll get used to it." Margo laughed as she jumped out of the cart with a grin and rose a brow. "Alright programs get up and put yourselves together! And as Tech has said before; welcome programs..." She slowly turned her head towards the programs with a smile as a metal opening slowly undid. "Welcome to the uprising."

When Beck's gaze moved up to look at the opening as The Bunker was revealed, his eyes widening and jaw loosely dropping.

"Oh my User..."

Surprise surprise! We're not dead! A bundle of exciting things happened in this chapter. Clu has arrived, Tron has been reunited with his lost love Yori, and everyone from the Garage knows that Beck is the Renegade. The Bunker is still a mystery to possible new readers but previous ones should be all too familiar with the place. Thanks for reading guys! Reviews are appreciated! We like to know who's all reading :)

~K

Character Chart:

Hope, Tron, Dyson, Sam, Zed, Link, Dendo- Kayla (K)

Margo, Yori, Revees, Clara, Beck, Mara, Techna- Isabel (I)