[The view on the screen when the transmission starts up is a nice one. It shows a long stretch of Sacrosanct, disappearing off into the seemingly never-ending horizon. It appears that whoever's on the line is perched somewhere very, very high up
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Quorra, wait.
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Don't follow me this time, System Monitor. I mean it.
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[Who is tracking the signal from your wearable to find you? Anon is.]
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You're going to have to catch up to me first.
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Faster than you think.
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Suppose we will, Quorra.
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She reaches the top of the building in little time. There's a smaller high-rise to her right, the roof of which is only a hundred meters or so down. Quorra doesn't hesitate - she jumps, the wind whistling past her ears as she plummets, and she lands with a quick tuck-and-roll. The impact is heavier than she expected, though - gravity's different here - so the breath is momentarily knocked out of her. She pulls herself up, crouches on the roof, panting. It's a small pause, but it's one that might give Anon time to catch up.]
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He starts scaling up one side of the building, using the windows to vault up. The one good thing about having been here so long is that he's gotten accustomed to more urban settings and moving up to the roof is a fluid transition.
Even better, that he doesn't have to be concerned that the virus is going to pop up out of nowhere. He'll be able to tackle Quorra in peace if it comes to that.]
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She gets to her feet and walks to the far edge of the roof, peering out over Sacrosanct. If only she knew where CLU was. She glances down at her wearable, bringing up the readout with a flick of her wrist. She doesn't really know where to start, but she thinks she has some time before Anon reaches her.
She's wrong.]
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... Someday, he's going to have to stop rescuing Clu from his friends.
He pokes his head up to see where she's at before vaulting up to land on the roof in a crouch, straightening up and staticking in warning. Quorra, whatever you're thinking of doing, please don't.]
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It looks like the only choice she has is to face him until she can find a quick out. If there is one.]
What do you want?
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[Even if the ISOs don't want protecting or if they think they're protecting themselves. Anon keeps himself tensed, just in case Quorra tries anything or someone else shows up.]
Clu cannot cause much damage here. User world; does not have the same power here.
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Her shoulders slump. She's tired.]
You do remember what happened the last time we tried to make peace, don't you? [Jalen; corrupted. Tron; killed. Flynn; exiled. Radia; derezzed while she watched, unable to do anything about it. The images prey fresh on her mind.]
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[He'd had to personally destroy one of his few friends, and one of the ISOs he'd had the opportunity to get closest to. He can recall the destruction of everything he'd known like it was yesterday.]
Things are different here. And if he tries again, more will stand up to stop him.
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I just...I can't let it happen again. I won't. [Her jaw sets against the urge to cry.]
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