The next morning, Clu was waiting by the ENCOM tower. He was now wearing a sober gray suit, indistinguishable from those of all the people who worked there.
Suddenly, a man caught Clu's attention. That man looked like Rinzler. Or better, like an aged version of Rinzler: his hair was gray, his face had wrinkles, his skin looked less firm and his gut was larger, but there could be no mistake: that man was Alan Bradley, the original creator of Tron.
Putting on the best smile he could, Clu approached him. "Hey, Alan!" he called.
Alan stopped in his tracks. He could not believe his eyes. "Kevin? Kevin Flynn?" he said.
"The one and only" Clu lied. "And I'm back with a vengeance."
"But how can you... You didn't age! How's that possible?" asked Alan.
"Remember the revolution I was talking about?" replied Clu. "This is just the beginning!"
"Wow," continued Alan, "wait till the others get a load of this!"
"Um, about that" added Clu, "I lost my pass."
"No problem, just come with me" concluded Alan.
Alan led Clu to the office that handled the passes. Clu was photographed and was asked to have his thumb prints scanned. Everything went as expected and Clu was issued a brand new pass - in the name of Kevin Flynn.
As they walked in the corridors, Clu asked Alan who was in charge of the digitization program.
"Jet" replied Alan.
"Your son?" asked Clu. "Man, time flies. The last time I saw him, he was about this tall." he added, putting a hand near his hip.
"Would you mind to defer the reminishing?" said a voice behind them. "We have a bigger problem on our hands."
"Kevin, Edward Dillinger. Edward, Kevin Flynn." said Alan.
"You're not Ed Dillinger" said Clu. "He was older."
"I'm his son: Edward Dillinger, junior." said Edward. "And it was your son who stole our operating system last night."
"He did not!" rebutted Alan, sarcastically. He pointed to a pile of OS12 boxes nearby. "See? It's still there!"
"I suppose we're talking about the kind of theft that does not deprive the victim of his goods, right?" asked Clu.
"I, uhm, suppose so." replied Edward.
"By the way," continued Clu, "who deprived me of my rightful place as chairman of this company?"
"That's..." started Edward. Then, realizing that the person he was talking about was approaching, he whispered: "That's him. Richard Mackey."
Clu approached Richard Mackey. "Hi Dick" he said. "I'm Kevin Flynn, and you're fired."
Edward ran toward Clu, in complete disbelief. "Hey! You can't do that!" he said.
"Of course I can. I just did." replied Clu. "And about that little problem of yours, just give me an office and a computer. I'll solve it in few nanocycles."
"Nano..." Edward turned to Alan. "What's wrong with him?"
"Oh, that's just Kevin being Kevin." said Alan. "You know what he's like."
"No, I don't know!" replied Edward.