Tron Legacy: Son of Flynn

Tron Legacy: Son of Flynn

Chapter One

In order to show his new friend a true sunrise, which he had barely begun to describe to the one remaining ISO from the digital world his father had created the best he could, Sam drove his father's Ducati outside of the city with Quorra sitting on its back as she held onto him tightly, nestling her head comfortably against his back between his shoulder blades. The young woman was enjoying her newfound sense of touch; the warmth of the sun in the sky radiating against her skin, the feeling of Sam's leather jacket as it rubbed her cheek, and the softness of her dark hair falling across her face as it blew wildly in the wind.

Neither of them spoke a word to each other until Sam once again parked his bike down the street from ENCOM and Quorra immediately jumped off, but she quickly discovered that Sam wasn't following behind her right away. Quorra looked back at him to find that he was staring off, staring over at the building that was once his father's and now belonged to him. Then, he blinked and looked around for any sign of Alan arriving, finding that he hadn't shown up yet.

Quorra grew concerned for the man who was the son of her creator and finally spoke up asking softly, "Sam, are you alright?"

He looked back at her and rested up against his bike to wait for ENCOM's new chairman, then answered, "Yeah, it's just that I'm not exactly welcome here thanks to all of the annual pranks I've pulled, so we have to wait until Dad's closest friend, my closest friend, gets here to get us in. I probably should have dropped you off at my place, but then again, it isn't really suitable for anyone other than myself and my dog. I can set you up in a hotel suite after the meeting with the executives."

"That isn't exactly what I asked you," the ISO responded sternly as she moved closer and stood before him. "What's bothering you? I may be new to this world of yours, but it's obvious that you're upset about something and I don't think that it's that you're not welcome here. That didn't bother you when you were on the Grid."

"Coming back here now, after everything that's happened, especially after losing Dad… I don't think I can do this," Sam replied as he shook his head and looked down at the ground. "I thought I could, but…"

Quorra interrupted, "Flynn believed in you, Sam. Just because he can't be here for you, it doesn't mean that he would want you to be anything less than what he always believed you are."

Sam scoffed and then stated, "No offense, Quorra, but you hardly know me. How do you know what I am?"

"Because I've seen it," she answered firmly. "I've seen your father's strength in you from the moment I rescued you from CLU on the Grid the first time we met. In fact, you're stronger than even Flynn was. You convinced him to fight again. That was something he lost a long time ago."

"Yeah, a lot of good that did," Sam responded coldly. "All I did was get him killed."

Quorra looked at him sadly as she shook her head in protest and replied, "Sam, no. You can't honestly believe that. What happened to him wasn't your fault."

Their conversation was interrupted as Alan walked up behind them, startling them as he asked, "What wasn't your fault?"

"Tron!" Quorra exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the older man before them.

"Excuse me?" he asked in confusion.

Sam quickly made an excuse for her as he answered, "Uh… she's just saying that you remind her of the computer program you created that my dad put into his game. I was showing Quorra here the arcade. Alan, this Quorra. She's a good friend and someone who's going to help us rebuild my father's company. She's brilliant. And Quorra, this is Alan Bradley; my father's and my closest longtime friend and business partner. He created the character of Tron before Dad first took over ENCOM. After he took over, Alan gave Dad Tron to build the game around. There's more, but the rest will have to wait until later. We've got work to do."

Alan looked between them skeptically, then responded, "Right. So, what exactly is your plan here, kid?"

"Actually, I'm kind of winging it here," Sam replied nervously. "I know what I need to do, but I am not exactly sure how to go about doing it."

"Just trust yourself," Bradley answered as he walked over to the door, entered his entry code into the keypad, and then turned back to Sam and the young woman standing with him as he motioned for them to join him while waiting for the large door to open. "I always did, even if you didn't. I hoped one day you would realize your potential."

Sam smiled, albeit with doubt still upon his face, then he responded, "Thanks, Alan."

While Quorra was distracted with looking around the interior of the building as they walked, Alan spoke up again asking, "So, how exactly did you two meet and why didn't you ever tell me about her?"

"It's not like you and me really talked all that much," Sam replied nervously. "That being my fault, I know. I mean, it's a long story. I want to tell you, but now's not the time. I've got a company to take back, a few people to fire, and a lot of work ahead if I'm going to finish my dad's work."

"True," the older man stated. "Exactly what got into you between last night and this morning? It's quite a drastic change in less than twenty-four hours."

Sam looked back at Quorra as he answered, "That's a part of the story; a crazy, unbelievable story that I'm not exactly sure you're going to believe when I tell you."

Alan laughed and responded, "Your dad was full of crazy and unbelievable stories too. I believed him, so I'll believe you too."

"Your friend seems real smart, Sam," Quorra said with admiration. "I know Flynn spoke of him a little a long time ago. I'm glad for a chance to get to know you, Sir."

"I like her," Alan replied with a smile. "The pleasure's mine."

Before anymore could be spoken between them, one of the security officers came up behind them as he shouted, "Hey, what are you… Mr. Bradley? I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't recognize you. And Mr. Flynn? You're… back?"

Alan, Sam, and Quorra all turned around as soon as the night officer started speaking and when he noticed Sam, the younger man smirked and read the man's nametag and answered, "It's just Sam and that's right, Ernie. I'm back and I'm taking this company back. Look, because I respect you for having the guts to follow me out onto that crane the other night, I'm promoting you to head of security and you've got the first pick of whatever shift you'd like."

"I don't, understand," the guard responded in confusion. "I mean… that sounds great and all, but I don't think you can just come in here, especially after all the stunts you've pulled, and take over the company, even if it did once belong to your dad and you're the biggest shareholder."

"He's his father's son," Alan replied confidently as he looked over at Sam with admiration. "Just you wait and see what he can do."