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Quorra's eyes were wide as she trailed through the mass Encom Tower Sam had told her of. It was even grander than she had imagined. She had no idea that the Users were capable of such wondrous things. Sure, there were massive buildings on the Grid,but this...this was something else. All of the towers and building were made from hard work and months...years of planning. Much different than the coding used to make building back on the Grid. She wondered if Sam was this fascinated with the building? She had to ask him once he got back from sorting things out with Alan...that man...something about him was familiar. Of course! The creator of Tron himself...wow.

The marble walls were cool on her snow white skin as she made her way deeper into the menacing tower. When she realized a few workers staring she pulled her hand away, realizing her fascination might be perceived as strange. Sam informed her it was in her best interest to 'lie low' and not draw attention to herself. Quorra quickly retreated her other hand from the magnificent wall and trotted elsewhere, to find something else to observe.

While Quorra explored, Sam was nearly falling asleep as he listened to the a few of the senior board members and Alan talk on and on. 'Jesus Christ' Sam though '...I can't take much more of this.' But he knew he would sit there as long as possible and due all that he needed to. He wanted to return his father's soul back into the company, no matter what it took.

Ice blue eyes, even more shocking than Sam's, were plastered on Quorra and her peculiar behavior. They belonged to Ed Dillinger Jr. He had instantly been intrigued as soon as she walked in with that bothersome Flynn. Where had she come from exactly? On all of his little escapades throughout the years there was no mention of any females, or even friends, involved with Sam. So why now? It couldn't just be a coincidence that she showed her face at the exact same time that Sam decided to take the company back over. It could be something as simple as her convincing him to do so for the money,but...that seemed too simple. There has to be another reason. Even so...she was very stunning, Edward couldn't deny that. Why not give her a little talk? She was currently glued in front of a fountain in one of the various lobbies.

  "Pretty...isn't it?" Edward started, trying his best to be kind. Being the programmer he was, it wasn't usual for him to approach a person this way.

   "Oh...it's beautiful. I love how the clear water flows..." She faced him, reaching out her hand in a kind gesture of greeting. She observed the man as she shook his hand with all politeness. He wasn't quite as tall as Sam,but even with her boots on she could just barely be at eye level with him. His eyes were an ice blue, sharper and more tantalizing than Sam's and his cheek bones...so profound. There was an air about him...so aloft and secure about him. He wasn't as harsh or brash as Sam was. She could tell by the soft caresses of his hand.  "I'm Quorra..." She stuttered slightly, finding herself feeling slightly warm and an uneasiness trickling over her body.

    "I'm Edward Dillinger Jr...it is very nice to meet you."

    "Y-yes nice t-to meet you as well." She chuckled out slightly.

    "So, tell me...what are you doing here?"

    "I'm just waiting for Sam to get done...," She spoke out as she sat down on one of the benches opposite the fountain. "...I thought a nice stroll around the tower would make the time pass."

    "Ah, I see.How about a conversation with a stranger? Would that make the time pass?" Edward sat next to her, causing her to shift slightly in nervousness.

   "I think that'd help pass the time...very quickly." She smiled a brilliant smile, her teeth practically lighting up the empty lobby.

    Intelligent conversations and philosophies along with flirting (although Quorra didn't realize it) were exchanged between the newfound 'friends' in the remaining two hours. Ed had given Quorra his e-mail address and phone number within the first hour, and Quorra did the same. 'This is going to be so easy.' He thought, smiling to himself.

    "Quorra...HEY!" Sam yelled out as he trotted into the lobby, his expression changing from the exhausted smile to an irritated scowl as he realized who she was talking to. Quorra didn't snap out of the conversation she was so deeply engaged in until Sam tapped her shoulder.

    "Oh Sam! Hi...this is..."

    "Dillinger..." Sam completed her sentence coldly, with indifference.

    "Flynn." There was an uncomfortable air as Sam glared down at him on that stone bench, his hand tight on Quorra's shoulder. For a moment, Quorra felt she could cut the tension with a lightblade. "Well..." Ed looked away, focusing his steely blue eyes back onto Quorra."I will see you later." Edward stood up and a cool simile came to his lips. "Goodbye you two." His eyes soft on Quorra, but harsh to Sam.

    As Sam jumped on the Ducati with Quorra putting on the lone helmet, she posed the question she had been meaning to ask since in the building. "What...was that about?"

   "Bad blood between our families...Junior there hasn't let it go...he never did. Especially when we were younger...I-" Sam paused. "Look, let's just go home, okay? I don't really want to talk about this."

   "Oh..." Quorra retreated. "Alright." And took her position on the back of the bike, not speaking another word.

Description
Quorra's eyes were wide as she trailed through the mass Encom Tower Sam had told her of. It was even grander than she had imagined. She had no idea that the Users were capable of such wondrous things. Sure, there were massive buildings on the Grid,but this...this was something else. All of the towers and building were made from hard work and months...years of planning. Much different than the coding used to make building back on the Grid. She wondered if Sam was this fascinated with the building? She had to ask him once he got back from sorting things out with Alan...that man...something about him was familiar. Of course! The creator of Tron himself...wow.

The marble walls were cool on her snow white skin as she made her way deeper into the menacing tower. When she realized a few workers staring she pulled her hand away, realizing her fascination might be perceived as strange. Sam informed her it was in her best interest to 'lie low' and not draw attention to herself. Quorra quickly retreated her other hand from the magnificent wall and trotted elsewhere, to find something else to observe.

While Quorra explored, Sam was nearly falling asleep as he listened to the a few of the senior board members and Alan talk on and on. 'Jesus Christ' Sam though '...I can't take much more of this.' But he knew he would sit there as long as possible and due all that he needed to. He wanted to return his father's soul back into the company, no matter what it took.

Ice blue eyes, even more shocking than Sam's, were plastered on Quorra and her peculiar behavior. They belonged to Ed Dillinger Jr. He had instantly been intrigued as soon as she walked in with that bothersome Flynn. Where had she come from exactly? On all of his little escapades throughout the years there was no mention of any females, or even friends, involved with Sam. So why now? It couldn't just be a coincidence that she showed her face at the exact same time that Sam decided to take the company back over. It could be something as simple as her convincing him to do so for the money,but...that seemed too simple. There has to be another reason. Even so...she was very stunning, Edward couldn't deny that. Why not give her a little talk? She was currently glued in front of a fountain in one of the various lobbies.

  "Pretty...isn't it?" Edward started, trying his best to be kind. Being the programmer he was, it wasn't usual for him to approach a person this way.

   "Oh...it's beautiful. I love how the clear water flows..." She faced him, reaching out her hand in a kind gesture of greeting. She observed the man as she shook his hand with all politeness. He wasn't quite as tall as Sam,but even with her boots on she could just barely be at eye level with him. His eyes were an ice blue, sharper and more tantalizing than Sam's and his cheek bones...so profound. There was an air about him...so aloft and secure about him. He wasn't as harsh or brash as Sam was. She could tell by the soft caresses of his hand.  "I'm Quorra..." She stuttered slightly, finding herself feeling slightly warm and an uneasiness trickling over her body.

    "I'm Edward Dillinger Jr...it is very nice to meet you."

    "Y-yes nice t-to meet you as well." She chuckled out slightly.

    "So, tell me...what are you doing here?"

    "I'm just waiting for Sam to get done...," She spoke out as she sat down on one of the benches opposite the fountain. "...I thought a nice stroll around the tower would make the time pass."

    "Ah, I see.How about a conversation with a stranger? Would that make the time pass?" Edward sat next to her, causing her to shift slightly in nervousness.

   "I think that'd help pass the time...very quickly." She smiled a brilliant smile, her teeth practically lighting up the empty lobby.

    Intelligent conversations and philosophies along with flirting (although Quorra didn't realize it) were exchanged between the newfound 'friends' in the remaining two hours. Ed had given Quorra his e-mail address and phone number within the first hour, and Quorra did the same. 'This is going to be so easy.' He thought, smiling to himself.

    "Quorra...HEY!" Sam yelled out as he trotted into the lobby, his expression changing from the exhausted smile to an irritated scowl as he realized who she was talking to. Quorra didn't snap out of the conversation she was so deeply engaged in until Sam tapped her shoulder.

    "Oh Sam! Hi...this is..."

    "Dillinger..." Sam completed her sentence coldly, with indifference.

    "Flynn." There was an uncomfortable air as Sam glared down at him on that stone bench, his hand tight on Quorra's shoulder. For a moment, Quorra felt she could cut the tension with a lightblade. "Well..." Ed looked away, focusing his steely blue eyes back onto Quorra."I will see you later." Edward stood up and a cool simile came to his lips. "Goodbye you two." His eyes soft on Quorra, but harsh to Sam.

    As Sam jumped on the Ducati with Quorra putting on the lone helmet, she posed the question she had been meaning to ask since in the building. "What...was that about?"

   "Bad blood between our families...Junior there hasn't let it go...he never did. Especially when we were younger...I-" Sam paused. "Look, let's just go home, okay? I don't really want to talk about this."

   "Oh..." Quorra retreated. "Alright." And took her position on the back of the bike, not speaking another word.