Chapter 18
"There!" Nico pointed to the door just ahead. The door belonged to a small shack and the light could be seen through the small window.
Beck grunted as he readjusted his grip on Tron and continued forward, "Alright….here I come."
He took a large step before continuing the rest of the way, right up to the door. With a sigh, he readjusted and knocked on the door.
Silence.
They had all seen a figure in the window, so after a moment longer, he knocked again.
This time the door opened, but to a cross woman, her light hair pulled back out of her face. She was older, but there was a certain definite beauty to her, even amongst the anger.
"What?"
"Sorry to bother you this late, but can you help us? We have an injured program with us and_"
"No. I don't take to guests, especially not now. Goodbye_"
"Wait_" Nico stuck her foot in the door before anyone could stop her. The woman glanced at her, then at Beck.
"You are an insistent sort, are you?"
"We just need somewhere to heal our friend_"
"New Argon," She said tartly, "is just past this mountain and not far past the Outlands. Why not go_"
She saw Beck's police band.
"Ah….I see. What is this; some weird sort of recruitment?"
"What? No_"
"Not only that I know you from somewhere, don't I?" She stared at him for a long moment as Beck tried to remain patient.
"I thought I did; you're that program that used to dress up as Tron! I've known from the start you're an impostor."
He felt multiple eyes on him but he ignored it as he sighed, "What does that have to do with anything right now?"
"I don't associate myself with rebels, even used-to-be's. You all are just another way for me to get hurt. Now goodbye and good riddance."
The door slammed shut. Beck sighed and his head bowed in disappointment. He turned around and adjusted his grip. Tron gave a small rumble.
Suddenly, the door swung back open and Beck froze as he felt the edge of a disc at his head. He would've raised his hands, but they were busy holding up Tron.
"Drop. Him."
"He's injured and_"
"And he is a murderer. A murderer who is supposed to be dead. Why didn't you just let him die? Would've served us all better_"
"My program does not deserve to die!"
The woman stopped everyone parted to let an angry Alan through. He seemed stunned by her appearance, and so did she.
"….Tron?"
Alan gave her a look before shaking his head, "No. Alan-one."
She gasped, covering her mouth.
"Then if you're Alan-one…."
She turned her gaze to Tron, who lay across Beck's shoulders.
"Bring him in." she said suddenly and opened the door fully to let them in, "Quickly."
They obeyed and she closed the door before rushing ahead of Beck to clear off her table.
"Here."
As carefully as he could, he set his mentor down on the table, and he grunted at the contact. The woman came in with medical supplies and spread them across the table.
"I can help." She looked up as Paige continued, "I'm a medic."
She nodded and resumed her work as Paige started up beside her. Alan took charge of watching over his program.
"I need everyone but the three of us to vacate the room. Now." The woman said, not even glancing up. Beck nodded anyways and began to usher everyone else into the room, before closing the door behind him.