Title: They're trying to catch you

Summary: file one: breaking and entering, fleeing and riding.

Disclaimer: Tron/Tron: Legacy and all things related are property of Steven Lisberger, Bonnie MacBird and Walt Disney Studios (and some other guys I'm probably forgetting but can't care to remember).

Updated: 8/17/2018

As far as cause and effect went, leaning against the closest support beam next to him was probably a bad idea. In the time it took them to cross the lot without being detected, climbing through the cramped window and navigating through the dark with dying flashlight, having the next obstacle be a literal alarm ringing over your head probably wasn't you wanted to hear.

Jet shut his lighter and turned to look over his shoulder. Sam's arm moved away from the small red box that held the instrument of their destruction, a look pure frustration on his face. High above them beams of light danced across the ceiling, their movement all over the place.

"Perfect, excellent work genius," Jet grumbled. Now all they were missing were dogs.

"I didn't see the alarm!" Sam hissed, indignant. Unplugging his drive from the mainframe, Jet tossed it over to Sam who barely caught it as it sailed past his face. Neither had to tell the other what to do, they took off into the maze of supercomputers and headed toward the alternate route of escape. As they entered the darkness of the hallway, the room they exited was illuminated by the lights of their pursuers.

Like a something out of a nightmare, the way out was barely a shape in the poor light supplied by the flickering flashlight in Sam's hand. Jet lead them down the hall until they reached the fork, Sam took a chance and ran to the right, grabbing his friend by the lapel of his jacket. Jet followed without argument, hand pressed against the wall as a means of navigating.

Their environment opened up and became fluorescent as security entered the hall they traveled. Like cats outmaneuvering the enemy they sprinted through the double doors past the security desk toward the exit. There was no chance to catch them once they exited the building. Stumbling down the stairs Jet was one step behind Sam as he hurried across the street. The wild haired boy leapt onto his motorcycle and revved the engine. "Get on, slowpoke, they're gonna catch us!"

Jet waved him off, a grin on his face. Hoping onto the back, Jet secured his arms around Sam's waist as the cycle lurched away from the curb and into the street. No traffic to impede them, Sam was able to put a good distance between them and the ENCOM building. "Think it worked?" He asked his friend after a moment.

Jet peered over Sam's shoulder, eyes squinted against the wind hitting him square in the face. "We'll know first thing tomorrow," Jet answered.

"Yeah, well I hope your dad likes the surprise."

"If he doesn't, you can bill me."

Sam kept his eyes on the road as he said, "It's a pretty big bill."

"I think I can handle it," Jet replied. "It's not everyday I get to celebrate pop's birthday with a company prank. It should cheer him up."

(FIN)