A/N: This was written by my friend, Snapella =) We're writing this together =)) Make sure to R&R!
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CHAPTER 1 Transportation
"You shouldn't have come here Kristy." Alan scolded, ushering the 15 year old into his office. "ENCOM hates you and banned you from headquarters, remember?" Kristy just glared at him, her bright blue eyes locked on his face.
"That didn't stop Flynn." She retorted, the challenge evident in her voice. Alan sighed.
"Kristy we've been over this a million times! Flynn was a different case." The teenager in front of him stood up abruptly, eyes filled with rage.
"Alan, we both know very well that Flynn was not a different case!" She shouted. "I've told YOU for the millionth time that he hid something there, and I intend to find it!" Kristy slammed her fist on Alan's desk. He looked up at her sadly.
"Kristy... I've raised you well..."
"You're not my parent!" Kristy spat. "They're dead. Remember?" Alan just reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, accepting defeat. Kristy took it cautiously, putting it in the jacket of her maroon hoody. "You shouldn't have told me stories if you didn't expect me to believe in them." She whispered, as she walked out of ENCOM.
Twelve minutes later she rode up to Flynn's. Getting off her bike, Kristy thought again how much she wanted a motorcycle. Sighing, Kristy walked up to the abandoned arcade, ignoring the foreclosure notice. Every other Tuesday for the past month Kristy had been trying to find something like in the adventure stories Alan had told her. Each night, she would play a different game, each time failing to uncover secrets. Tonight she was going to play the last game in the arcade. Tron.
"Dang!" Kristy spat when the machine rejected her quarter. "What a load of junk!" And she kicked the machine. Suddenly it started to rotate. "What the-?" Kristy gasped, behind the game was an office! Finally some progress! she thought.
Kristy walked slowly into what had to be Flynn's office. It was filled with tons of computers, one bigger than the rest. She quickly went to the biggest one. "Wow this is dusty!" She marveled. Gently blowing on the screen, Kristy eliminated all the dust and sat in the chair. "Now!" she said, cracking her knuckles. "Lets have some fun!"
Kristy was so busy trying to figure out the entry password she didn't notice a strange machine coming up behind her. "Got it!" She cheered. "It was Tron...ah? AIIGH!" And Kristy was gone.