Epilogue
Virginia Coast- (Three Months Later)
Tracy pulled up to the river basin, when the car sputtered out. She had been traveling a long time, stealing old vehicles, walking, once she even laid on top of a Wily transit. Her only goal was to head to Boston, that's what Scott wanted, and that's what she would do. She had gotten really good at avoiding patrol drones, it was almost like a game to her at this point. But nothing seemed real to her anymore, it was all a game, now. The human to machine ratio had severely shifted, once small revolts and defiance had came to an end, Wily's human guards began dwindling, "mysteriously". She moved forward for two things, kill "Shroud", and kill Wily.
Robbie had died three weeks back, not permanently, but his core chip had gotten overheated, and there was no way to reboot him on the lamb. She stepped into a marina, breaking the glass case and grabbing a bottle of water. Drinking it was the best sensation she had experienced in days. A gun cocked behind her. "Put you fucking hands where I can see them, looter." The female voice said.
Dropping the water, she obliged, turning slowly. The brunette was older than her, and wore a black and grey combat gear, but not that of Wily's guards. She noticed a purple bandana hanging from the woman's belt. Odd. She thought. "It's not what it looks like, lady. I'm on an important mission for The Black Wraiths." She said, calmly.
The woman smirked, "Nice try, kid. But The Wraiths are dead. Killed a few months back. Nothing's been on the underground about a girl on a mission, either. So tell me where your other partners are."
"Listen to me." She insisted, "My name is Tracy Bonne. I escaped the raid on our compound. I need to get north."
"You're telling me you're Tron Bonne, seriously?" She chuckled, looking back at her men. "Radcliffe, zip-tie Tron Bonne, and put her in the truck. We'll question her back at the tower."
Tracy objected, but didn't put up a fight. She didn't know who these people were, and didn't want to give too much away.
When the transport pulled up, she looked out the window, and began to laugh hysterically. "You guys are awesome." She said, from the back.
"What are you going on about back there?" The lady asked.
Tracy sat up, "In my back pocket, I have a data transcript. I was told the only person allowed to look at it, is Preston Light." She continued to laugh, looking out at Light Tower.