…as the End Of Line tower lit up, Clu's prearranged signal…
"This is going to be quite the ride…" and boy, Castor wasn't joking. Too bad it didn't guarantee any help from him. As Clu's Black Guards literally, crashed the party, Sam felt like kicking himself. Or Castor, Zuse, WHATEVER the guy was calling himself! Oh well, at least he made it clear that he plays whatever angle saves his ass the best. Fair warning.
With that final thought, Sam sighed and pulled out his disc. Well, if that's the way you wanna play, try this on for size!
"I used to believe in Users…" Castor drawled in his mocking tone. Sam glared and grit his teeth.
Surprisingly, (or maybe not) there seemed to be several programs still sympathetic to the User cause and were taking on guards as best they could while Gem stood by a laughing Castor. Still, you could tell it was soon to be a losing battle, things quickly going downhill. Everywhere Sam looked, he could see Guards derezzing the resistance. It all seemed to be pretty much shot to hell…
Until suddenly, there was a dark, hooded figure whose very presence stopped the proceedings in its tracks.