Chapter 9

Meanwhile at the borders that marked Argon, two runaway occupation programs sprinted down a street, sentries obviously trailing behind them. Paige looked at Dyson, quickly pointing to an alley nearby as they rounded a corner.

Paige: There!

The two quickly ran into the alley and let the shadows hide them as, the sentries running by it not long after, not even bothering to check to see if they were there.

Paige drew a deep breath, closing her eyes.

Paige: I think we're good now...sentries aren't always the smartest so I doubt they'll come back to check in here.

Dyson nodded slightly in acknowledgment to what Paige had said, not bothering to speak as he tried to catch his breath. Paige rubbed the beck of her neck, looking around. Her mask quickly switched on and she looked at Dyson, tapping it.

Paige: Probably best to put this up anyway. You never know.

Dyson sighed with another nod, his mask switching on as soon as his breathing had returned to normal. He looked up at the "WANTED" signs through the crevice of the narrow alley, watching as they all turned into profile pictures of himself and Paige.

Dyson: Yup. Definitely no going back now.

Paige stared at the wanted posters. She looked at Dyson.

Paige: No, really? You think so?

Dyson made a face underneath his mask, looking at Paige.

Dyson: Hm, maybe not.

Paige sighed, rolling her eyes as she began to walk down the alley.

Paige: Alright, let's get a move one. If we're going to find Tron we'll need to figure out where he would be.

Dyson began to follow after Paige, slightly more reluctant as he sighed again.

Dyson: There's one sure way I know how to find where Tron would be.

Paige glanced back at him, furrowing a brow.

Paige: HOW..?

Dyson's face turned into an almost horrified expression under his mask, shuddering slightly as if a thought had got to him.

Dyson: The DEMON won't be far.

Paige made a face, scrunching up her nose as she looked forward.

Paige: Demon?

Dyson laughed flatly, looking at Paige.

Dyson: Yeah. That's what I call her anyway. Cause she kinda is one.

Paige: But, WHO are you TALKING about?

Dyson held up a hand, looking down.

Dyson: I'm NOT saying her name. SHE'LL HEAR IT...O e She probably hears us right NOW...

Paige rolled her eyes again with a sigh and a smile, chuckling.

Paige: Paranoid much are we Dyson?

Dyson looked at her.

Dyson: Paige, DARLING, I don't think you understand. I betrayed Tron for Clu, and now I want to GO BACK TO TRON. Do you realize, all the PHYSICAL and MENTAL pain I'm going to endure the first couple cycles there because of her?! SHE'S GOING TO BE PISSED!

?: D- right I AM.

Margo slowly walked into view of the alley, crossing her arms slowly. Dyson quickly looked at Margo, his eyes wide as his mask switched off.

Dyson: MARGO!

He laughed nervously, holding up his hands and taking a step back.

Dyson: L-Long time no see huh..?

Margo: Mmhm.

Margo pointed to Dyson quickly, her face tense.

Margo: You got some guts you know that?

Dyson sighed, slowly lowering his hands as he glanced away, ready to take on the verbal lecture he expected to get.

Dyson: Believe me. I know.

Margo crossed her arms, furrowing a brow.

Margo: ...So you're both looking for Tron. You realize that it COULD risk your life by trying to see him right?

Paige nodded, furrowing a brow.

Paige: You're the one who encouraged us to find him

Margo nodded.

Margo: I know that.

Dyson crossed his arms, frowning slightly.

Dyson: We need to talk to him about joining the Revolution...and we're prepared for the risks.

Margo pointed her cane at Dyson, not facing her head to him.

Margo: Are you REALLY? You're ready to DIE for this revolution?

Dyson stared at Margo for a moment, almost as if gathering his thoughts. He closed his eyes nodding.

Dyson: Yes.

Margo sighed with a smile, shaking her head. She faced her head to Dyson, tilting her head to the side a little as she smiled lopsided.

Margo: So you understood what we talked about finally? After all these cycles,now you got what I was trying to explain?

Dyson chuckled, nodding again with a small smile.

Dyson: It took me long enough didn't it..?

Margo laughed, shrugging.

Margo: Ehh, it only took you about three years to get it right. XD

Paige chuckled at Margo's comment.

Paige: That's right. I forgot you use the user's time language.

Margo: It's a h- of a lot easier.

Dyson rolled his eyes, still smiling. He placed his hand on Margo's head, ruffling her blue shaggy hair.

Dyson: For you anyway.

Margo huffed,crossing her arms as she made a face at Dyson.

Margo: Meeh. XP

Dyson chuckled, sighing afterwards as he glanced back at Paige, then at Margo.

Dyson: So...now what? Do we just wait for you to come back with word?

Margo nodded as she swung her cane around,letting out a sigh as she leaned on it with a small wince.

Margo: R-Right. But I gotta warn you, if Tron ends up not trusting either of you, neither of you guys are going to live regretting the things you did wrong.

Paige nodded in understanding, eyeing Margo's bad leg. She looked up at her, motioning to it.

Paige: You okay there Margo? Your leg doesn't seem in the best of shape.

Margo let out a laugh, sighing as she turned her back to Paige and Dyson, beginning to walk off.

Margo: This is a broken and disabled system Paige...we're all hurting.

Dyson nodded, smiling flatly.

Dyson: Thats the best way to put it I guess.

Margo stopped walking and faced her head to the side as if she were glancing back at him. She smiled crookedly, shrugging as she flipped the cane in her hand and slung it over her shoulder.

Margo: There IS never a way to describe the situation or problems we're in Dyson. There are only solutions to solve them.

Dyson stared at Margo for a moment, slowly smiling and nodding again.

Dyson: You and your words of wisdom...the Grid could need more of that...

Margo smirked smugly, chuckling as she faced her head forward. She began to walk down the ally, waving.

Margo: Alright,later.

Dyson quickly took a step forward,holding out a hand slightly.

Dyson: Margo.

Margo stopped walking, turning to face Dyson.

Margo: What?

Dyson smiled slightly, walking up to Margo. He reached out and gently grabbed the black ribbon covering where Margo's eyes would be, fixing it.

Dyson: It was crooked.

Margo chuckled, swatting his hand away.

Margo: Neat freak.

She walked off, her smiled fading and turning into a confused and thoughtful expression as she furrowed a brow slowly. Dyson sighed, looking at Paige and placing a hand on her back, beginning to walk.

Dyson: Come on. Let's find a place to hold up until Margo comes back with word.