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Originally Posted by Sherlock
A guard went behind Tron. They held Tron's arms back. "Let us do our job."
The guard waited a bit before asking a different guard to activate the blade. "Shall we?" "We shall." The guard holding the disc smiled.
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Tron broke free with relative ease, already anticipating their next moves.
"Sure would appreciate some help, young man," Tron growled in Beck's direction.
"Still trying not to die," the dark-haired program shot back.