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Chapter 14
"At least I can say I tried to stop him," Jarvis muttered to himself.
Sam returned to the pedestal. But he was back in Jarvis's face a moment later. "I came with a girl—a program," he said. "Where is she?"
A door opened. Sam saw Quorra standing there. He rushed forward to meet her.
That's what Rinzler was waiting for—he stepped out of the shadows, surprising Sam.
"Sam! Go!" Quorra shouted.
But Sam froze. Through the bridge's huge windows he could see a Light Jet idling below. His father was in the cockpit, waiting. Sam locked eyes with his dad.
I could jump now. Make a clean getaway, Sam thought. But he shook his head. No! Not without Quorra . . .
Sam faced Rinzler. Dropping into a crouch, he reached behind him with his left hand while he raised his disc with his right.
Rinzler drew his own disc and split it. With a quick flick of his arm, he fired off the first. The toss was aimed directly at Sam's head.
Sam deflected the first throw with his own disc, but the move left his torso exposed.
Rinzler smiled as he shot his second disc. The razorsharp edge was coming right for Sam! He was going to be cut in two!
That's when Sam brought his left hand forward. It was holding his dad's disc!
Sam knocked aside Rinzler's second throw. Then he sent his dad's disc ricocheting off the ship's hull. The attack surprised the enforcer. He had no time to react.
The sharp edge of Kevin's disc struck Rinzler square in the chest. Pieces of his thick armor broke off and derezzed. Rinzler howled as the force sent him backward, over the bridge rail.
Sam put up his hand, snagging his father's boomeranging disc in midair. Then he sheathed it beside his own and went to Quorra.
She threw her arms around Sam. "Thank you."
"Let's go," Sam said, pulling away and snatching familiar equipment from a nearby rack. A moment later, he and Quorra went crashing through the bridge window.
INSIDE THE LIGHT JET, Kevin froze in horror when he saw his son and Quorra falling. The hangar deck was so far below them, he was sure they had taken a death plunge to escape Clu's forces.
Then Sam deployed a parachute. Like everything in this world, the chute was different from those in the real world.
Four wings opened over Sam's shoulders. He and Quorra glided to a soft landing on the deck. Seconds later the pair joined Kevin in the cockpit.
"Quorra, take the throttle," Kevin commanded as he moved to the copilot's seat.
Quorra revved the powerful engines. Sam strapped himself into the gunner's seat. The Light Jet taxied to the yawning gate at the end of the runway.
Sam turned to his father. "Clu's a memory as soon as we get out of here. This world will be yours again."
Then father and son were slammed backward as the Light Jet shot down the runway. A second later the aircraft rocketed through the gate and away from Clu's dark ship.
Chapter 15
CLU ENTERED HIS BRIDGE, shocked to find destruction all around him. His surprise turned to rage when he saw the empty pedestal. Flynn's disc was gone!
"Sir, I can explain—" Jarvis began, but before he could finish his thought, Clu finished him. With a single blow, he derezzed his counselor in a shower of pixels.
Clu noticed the shattered window. He peered out of its jagged edges just in time to watch Flynn, Sam, and Quorra blast off the Rectifier on a stolen Light Jet.
With a clenched jaw, Clu punched a control panel. "Black Guard pilots to the bridge now !" he roared. He had to get to Kevin before he reached the Portal.
BACK IN THE HANGAR, Rinzler's eyes snapped open. The dark enforcer had been dangling unconscious below the bridge. A docking crane had snagged him, saving him from a deadly fall.
Fully functional again, Rinzler quickly climbed back to the bridge. When he realized Clu had gone after Flynn, he followed, leaping through the shattered window.
He would not be left out of this chase.
QUORRA WAS STILL IN THE pilot's seat of Flynn's stolen Light Jet. The Portal was just ahead of them now. The giant, dazzling column of light was already filling the cockpit with its unnatural brilliance.
Kevin was relieved to see the Portal so close. He turned to his son. "Where did you learn that jump you made back on the Rectifier?"
Sam shrugged. "Encom Tower. A couple of nights ago."
Kevin smiled, impressed by his son's bravery.
Just then, Quorra's screen beeped an alarm. "Enemy ships closing fast," she warned. "Here they come!"
Sam saw five streaks bearing down on them—Black Guard Light Jets. He quickly handed his Dad's disc back.
"Try to hang on to this," Sam said, "I have a feeling you're going to need it."
"Sam, take the turret!" Kevin cried. He hit a switch on the copilot's panel. Sam's seat rolled backward, until he found himself in a gun turret mounted on the Light Jet's tail.
Sam quickly started firing at the attacking swarm. The jet's twin cannons shot light pellets that left trails across the dark, digital sky.
"Oh, man! I'm all over this," Sam yelled to his dad. It felt just like one of his father's old arcade games!
As the Black Guard closed in, their jets began to trail solid walls of light.
Quorra flicked a switch on her weapons board. Now her aircraft was putting out a wide, dual band of deadly light.
The Black Guard surged forward, firing all the way. They hit the jet's wing, and a chunk of it derezzed. Sam cried out as the ship shuddered. Then he refocused and returned fire. But the Guards evaded his light pellets!
Meanwhile, Rinzler and Clu began looping around the Flynns' jet. Their crisscrossing move left a deadly light wall behind them.
Quorra saw the wall coming. Just before their jet slammed into it, she fired the nose cannon, blasting the light wall apart. Bright atoms scattered across the dark sky.
Two more guards closed in. Sam fired. His pellets raked his foe's fuselage, splintering it into a million parts.
Another guard dived at them, cannons blazing.
Sam returned fire. "Bring it on!" he cried.
Suddenly Quorra banked the jet, steering it into a cluster of floating rocks. One boulder bounced off their wing, jolting the jet.
Kevin gripped his control panel. "Is this the best path?" he asked pointedly.
"Probably not," Quorra said. But it was a path that worked.
As Quorra steered their craft around a crystalline formation, she deftly cut off a Black Guardsman. His ship slammed into their light wall and derezzed!
A second Guard tried to evade the wall. But Quorra's move took him out, too. As his wing connected, his ship disintegrated, and he fell screaming into the Sea of Simulation.
Now the last of the Black Guard jets was on their tail. Quorra put the Light Jet into a vertical climb. With a sharp twisting maneuver, she dodged its cannons.
"Whoa!" Sam cried, rocked back and forth in his seat by Quorra's aggressive flying.
The Black Guard hung on their tail, guns blazing. Higher and higher they climbed. The dark sky turned blue-green, then purple. The engine on their Light Jet sputtered.
Finally the Black Guard's craft stalled and he dropped back. Quorra immediately nosed over and got on his tail. She squeezed the trigger, and the last Black Guard jet blew apart! Sam cheered, but his joy was short-lived.
Rinzler instantly bore down on them! Through the glass canopy of Rinzler's vehicle, Sam could see his face. Sam aimed his twin cannons at Rinzler and pressed the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Suddenly a red light began to blink on Sam's fire-control system. Its guns were jamming!
Defenseless, Sam met Rinzler's stare. He waited for the enforcer to fire, knowing he was going to die. But for some reason Rinzler did not fire.
Why? Sam spotted a glimmer of something behind Rinzler's eyes. Recognition? He remembers! Tron remembers!
Rinzler's hesitation saved them all. He looked as though he were ready to veer off—when his ship blew apart.
Howling in triumph, Clu flew right through Rinzler's debris. Seconds later, he closed in on the tail of the Flynns' Light Jet.
Clu aimed at the jet's gun turret. Locking eyes with Sam, the evil program smiled and reached for the trigger.
Chapter 16
CLU FIRED.
The gun turret around Sam exploded. He raised one arm to protect his eyes from the flying debris.
"Roll!" Sam yelled to Quorra.
In the pilot's seat, Quorra threw the control stick to the left. The Light Jet banked sharply and veered away.
Clu's last few pellets went wide. But Quorra's evasive man-euver was so violent it threw the jet into a corkscrew spin. She struggled with the controls, trying to level off.
Across the dark, digital sky, Clu matched their dive move for move. No matter what Quorra did, Clu stayed right behind them.
Suddenly Sam noticed the change on his panel. The flashing red light turned a steady green! His twin cannons were clear!
Sam took aim at Clu's canopy and pulled the trigger.
Clu swerved—but too late! Sam's burst tore his Light Jet to pieces. Clu's ship twisted end over end, bleeding plasma.
Clu tumbled out of the shattered cockpit.
Sam watched the program as he plunged toward the Sea of Simulation. The remains of Clu's blasted ship hit Quorra's light wall and exploded.
"We got him!" Sam whooped.
But there was no time to celebrate. The dogfight had carried them too close to the Portal. Its raw energy was wreaking havoc on their instruments!
"Take her down," Kevin cried, shielding his eyes from the blinding column of light.
But the jet's systems were no longer responding. Quorra's control panel shorted in a shower of pixilated sparks. Blue smoke filled the cabin.
"I can't steer," Quorra cried as their Light Jet tumbled out of the sky.
CLU TWISTED HELPLESSLY IN FREE FALL, waiting for termination— until he spotted a dark figure falling below him.
Rinzler!
Unconscious or dead? It really didn't matter to Clu. He knew Rinzler always carried two discs and two batons!
Arms tight against his body, Clu needle-dived through the digital sky, toward the battered enforcer. A few moments later, in midair, Clu bumped into Rinzler's broken armor.
Rinzler stirred as he continued to fall. Dazed, he opened his eyes, reached out for what he thought was a rescuing hand.
Clu snatched the baton from the enforcer's holster. Then he kicked the useless program away.
The baton morphed, swathing Clu inside a sleek, four-winged Light Jet. He banked and jetted toward the Portal.
Still groping for his master's hand, Rinzler continued falling to the sea below. . . .
While Rinzler fell, Quorra struggled to keep from crashing. Using all her skills, she managed to skid the jet to a soft landing on a black beach.
Kevin, Sam, and Quorra climbed out of the wreckage. The island trembled beneath them. With every step, they fought to keep their balance.
The Portal was making the island unstable. Wind whipped Sam's face and hair. Every few seconds the ground rumbled and quaked.
They arrived at the base of a flight of stairs cut from glossy black rock. The steps flanked the side of a sheer cliff. Somewhere above that cliff, the Portal's column of light sparkled in a full spectrum of radiant hues.
They began to climb.
"We're always on the same team, Sam. You know that?" Kevin asked his son after a few moments.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know." But he wondered why his father would ask him that now.
"Flynn, look!" Quorra pointed to the Portal. Like a flame losing oxygen, its light was beginning to flicker. "The Portal is closing," she warned.
They hurried to the top. There they found a long, narrow bridge. The stone span led to another cliff. That's where the Portal was located.
But getting to that cliff was not going to be easy. A familiar figure was standing on the bridge, waiting for them: Clu! He stood with armored legs spread, his disc burning in his hand.
Sam moved forward, ready to take on the program. His father held him back.
"This is mine," he told his son.
As Sam and Quorra watched, Kevin walked to the center of the long bridge. Now creator and creation stood face-to-face for the first time in a thousand cycles.
With an unflinching gaze, Kevin stared into the cruel eyes of his cyber self. "I had a feeling you'd be here," he said.
Clu smirked at Flynn's bearded face. "The years haven't been kind, have they?" he taunted.
"Nah. You don't look so bad," Kevin quipped.
Clu's smirk twisted into a scowl of rage. "I did everything!" he roared. "Everything you ever asked!"
"Yes, I know you did," Kevin replied.
"I executed the plan—"
"As you saw it," Kevin pointed out.
"You promised me we would change the world together," Clu charged. "You broke your promise."
"I understand that now, and I'm sorry." Kevin's eyes were sad.
Clu raised a fist. "I took the system to its maximum potential. I was creating the perfect system."
Kevin just sighed. "The thing about perfection is that it's unknowable. Impossible. You wouldn't know that because I didn't know when I created you."
He stepped forward as if to embrace an errant child. "Come to me now," Kevin whispered.
Clu came all right—in a vicious charge! He kicked Kevin with a booted foot. Sam's dad dropped to his knees, clutching his gut.
Crying out, Sam pushed past Quorra and rushed toward Clu. He threw his disc. The program easily deflected it, and so Sam charged, going for a tackle. But as with the disc, Clu easily flipped the young Flynn over his shoulders.
Sam crashed onto the bridge's stone. Suddenly the whole island trembled. The center of the bridge fell away! Now Sam was on the Portal side of the bridge—Clu, his father, and Quorra were on the other!
Behind Sam, the Portal flickered again. He knew it would soon close forever. He could turn and run into it now. But he wouldn't go without his dad!
Quorra could see there was not much time left. She yanked her baton from its sheath and fired a grappling hook. The prongs struck the cliff far above Sam's head. With a push, Quorra swung right over the broken section of bridge and landed beside Sam.
Energy waves were now swirling wildly out of the unstable Portal, buffeting them both like high winds. A dull electronic whine began buzzing in Sam's ears. He recalled hearing that same sound when he first arrived in this digital world. There was no time left now!
Clu had run out of patience. He crouched down, preparing to leap the span. Then he would quickly end Sam and Quorra.
"Clu!" Kevin shouted.
The angry program whirled to face his maker. With a mad swipe he knocked the man to the ground.
"You knew I would beat you, and still you did all this." Clu pointed to Sam. "For him?"
Kevin tried to stand. Clu beat him down again. With a whoop of triumph, Clu snatched the disc from Flynn's back. Stepping away, the evil program manipulated the device until it displayed the creator's holographic code.
But it wasn't Flynn's code. It was Quorra's!
Clu raged. Cheated again! "Why?" he roared.
"He's my son," Kevin said simply. Then he stood, his face serene. "It's over, Clu," he whispered.
Clu realized what was coming. He turned his back on his creator and leaped across the shattered bridge. The abyss yawned, but Clu managed to catch the edge of the crumbling bridge. Slowly, he began to pull himself up.
"WHAT ABOUT MY FATHER?" Sam cried to Quorra.
"Clu has to be stopped, Sam," she quietly replied.
"No!" Sam shouted. "I promised him he'd go home!"
"It's what Flynn wants," Quorra assured him.
Sam looked across the abyss and locked eyes with his father. "I'm not leaving you, Dad!" he yelled.
"Sam, it's time," Kevin called. "Take Quorra. Go."
Sam knew it was hopeless. Clu and the broken bridge made getting to his father impossible. Finally, he nodded, resigned. Quorra handed Sam his dad's disc and Sam drew his own.
With Quorra at his side, Sam raised both discs above his head. Then they stepped forward into the Portal's swirling vortex.
As the raw power washed over him, Sam heard his dad's last words.
"Good-bye, kiddo . . ."
Unfortunately, they weren't out of danger yet. Clu suddenly appeared! The program loomed in front of Sam. His fingers groped for the disc. Hammered by the Portal's tremendous force, Sam was helpless to resist the attack.
But Kevin wasn't.
He saw that his son was in trouble. He flung out his hands. Crackling blue lightning shot from his fingers.
The rippling energy struck Clu, ensnaring him like an electrified tentacle. The energy yanked Clu backward, away from the Portal, as Sam and Quorra disappeared.
Flynn's thunderbolts tore at Clu. The program struggled madly, but he couldn't get away. Gradually he began to break up into billions of vibrating pixels. The data bits were instantly taken in by Flynn.
Finally, the digital creation slammed into its human maker. Then the whole digital universe exploded in a silent, white bang.
Epilogue
INSIDE HIS DAD'S SECRET LAB, Sam watched the computer screen. Finally the screen displayed the words he was waiting for: download complete
Sam disconnected the microdrive, tied it to a leather cord, and placed it around his neck.
"'It's just a program,'" Sam said, echoing his dad. "And programs can be rewritten."
Sam rose from his father's chair and powered down the lab. Then he went back out the secret door and entered the deserted arcade.
That's when Sam saw a figure lurking in the shadows.
"You paged me?" Alan Bradley asked.
"Yeah," Sam replied. "I need you at Encom at eight a.m."
Alan glanced at his watch. It was nearly dawn. "What about the board?" he asked.
"You're chairman of the board now," Sam replied.
Alan scratched his head, perplexed.
"I'm taking the company back," Sam told his dad's old friend.
For years, Encom had existed without any meaningful direction. Making a profit was its only goal. But Sam understood something now. That wasn't what his father wanted. Sam's father had dreamed of moving the world forward. His vision was to help humanity make that next step. . . .
"We're going to make Encom what it was always supposed to be," Sam told Alan.
The other man nodded. Then he smiled.
"By the way," Sam said. "You were right."
"About what?"
Sam grinned. "About everything." He walked over to the light switch and smacked the button. Outside, the neon flynn's sign lit up for the first time in twenty years.
Sam left the arcade to admire the view.
What's next?" a voice called to him.
Sam turned. Quorra was waiting beside his motorcycle. He took her hand.
"Come on," Sam said. "I want to show you something."
Quorra settled in behind Sam on the cycle's seat. He revved the engine. In a cloud of dust they roared off, toward the ocean— and the sun rising on a brand-new day.
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