A trail of fallen guards led to the network maintenance station, a small, sterilized room stacked with whirring servers. Tron had nestled himself down in a corner with his sleeves rolled up and his arms covered in exposed cables he'd pulled out to maximize his skin contact with the system.
His eyes flickered back and forth as he jumped through the network pathways, squeezing around firewalls and sidestepping the security protocols. Then he smiled. "I'm in."
Saladin nodded. "Excellent. How long until you can find our friend?"
"I'm gettin' there... that's at least three more security levels up. Ah, two more."
Behind the Brotherhood, a small security camera came to life and swept over the room. "Hey! I can see you guys now." The camera paused, moved back toward Spectre, and settled there as the zoom lens rotated for a better look.
"Tron."
"I'm still workin' on it! I can multitask, all right? Okay, I'll look for the other cameras..."
The teen blinked, and now he was looking out the lens of another camera - the ID stamp in the lower-right corner told him it was three levels up. Another squad of armed guards charged past the field of view. He blinked again, and again, until finally -
"Woah - I think I see him!"
It was a fisheye view of a reinforced cell, probably from a concealed camera. Aslan Sagidev was reclining on an army cot in the corner.
"Where?" Saladin asked.
"There's no ID stamp on this camera... Getting into prisoner transfer records. Oh, hey, I can talk to him if you like. Or flood his cell with chlorine gas."
Saladin crossed his arms, though he knew Tron couldn't see the gesture.
"Okay, okay, I think I've got it. Vault Gamma, sublevel seventeen... that's fifteen levels down. Can't get much more specific, but I'd guess the massive radiation doors and troops of haz-mat suited guards should tip you off."
"Well done!" Saladin turned to his army. "We'll take a lift down there and fan out. The heat's about to turn up, but it shouldn't be anything we can't handle. Arsenal, I want you to stay and watch Tron's back in case anyone breaks in here. The rest of you, you're with me. And, Tron, tell Mr. Sagidev we're on our way."
Geryon grumbled something unintelligible and settled down on the floor as the rest of the Brotherhood made for one of the lifts. Tron took a moment to make sure there'd be one waiting for them, then patched himself into Neutron's cell.
"Hey. Wake up, Sparky. Time for you to get packed. That is, if you wanna get out of here."
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