The Second Most Dangerous Man in London

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Fury flashed in his eyes but only briefly so. Instead he forced a pleasant smile as he stepped around to where he was in front of the program. A devious little giggle escaped him as he turned to glance back at Lazarus.

“Ooh he has spirit for one so small. I think such spirit should be rewarded.”

Before the program knew it he was straddling his knees, digging his fingers into his scalp as he held his face between his hands, two of which worried at the wound on his head, threatening to pierce the scabbing tissue and draw blood again. He smiled with satisfaction as the boy’s face twisted in pain and cried out, gasping.

“You poor thing, surely you know who you speak to? Given your hosts I would be a bit surprised and just a teensy bit disappointed if they didn’t mention little old me…” 

He made a bit of a pouty face, relinquishing his hold on him, his thumbs tracing little circles on his cheeks, the little circuits lighting up beneath the pressure of his fingers.

“I’ve been very interested in you…and where you come from for some time, child. And you’re going to tell me everything about this ‘Grid’ of yours and believe me, you will. Even if you refuse, you will.”

A devilish smile graced his lips.

“Because I always get what I want, it’s just a matter of if we’re going to do this the easy way….” he dug his fingers into the wound again, hard. The smile fading just as quickly as his features contorted with rage, his hands trembling as he threatened to draw blood with the intense pressure he was putting upon the wound.

“Or…the hard way.” he relinquished yet again, giving the program time to catch his breath and recover from the pain inflicted. He folded his arms upon Ram’s chest, resting against him while still sitting on top of him as he raised his brows in question.

“So…which shall it be?” 

“Yes, I’m familiar with Kevin Flynn from our research,” Seb hummed, scratching his chin as he studied the Program.

Interesting. He couldn’t claim to be particularly tech savvy, but he knew the things he was being told were outrageous. A machine the bled and breathed? Impossible. Or he might have said so if the thing weren’t sitting right in front of him. It was hard to deny the faint glow the circuit lines emitted when touched. He chose to ignore the fact that Lazarus spoke to them like idiots—the Professor knew very well what Seb could do to him and besides which, there were far more interesting things going on.

Now, typically Jim wasn’t one to get his hands dirty; blood didn’t come out of Westwood suits very well, sadly. So watching the man at work like this was something of a pleasure for Seb. 

“Personally,” he said, circling the chair like a shark that’s smelled fresh blood, “I would choose easy. Because, between you and me, Little Program, easy isn’t exactly easy as anyone who’s experienced it will tell you. And hard? Well, there’s no one around to tell you what hard is like. I’ll leave it to your imagination as to why that is.”

He smiled in a manner that might be called pleasant, pacing in a slow circle around the chair, his thumbs hooked in his pants pockets and his gun still slung over her back. It would be nice to have a little fun if he decided not to talk, but either way, he was delighted to see Jim have a go.

“Taking you apart to see how you tick would be a fascinating venture, I’m sure,” he said with a pleasant lilt to his voice.

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Ram was brought into the examination room, a familiar sight given the number of tests that professor was doing on him when he first came. But this time it was different, he said it would be different. Someone was coming in to have a look at him.

Why?

For what purpose?

Surely he wasn’t going to be sold?…At least he hoped not. What kind of operation was this where users could sell other users, programs to for that matter. The young program twitched uncomfortably as he was secured to a chair, straps around his wrists and across his chest and forehead, while cuffs held his ankles in place.

He glanced across at Lazarus, seeing him write a few things down on a clipboard before he leaned against the counter. He wasn’t dressed in his usual white lab coat and dress shirt. He decided to be a little more formal for this, donning a black suit with a purple undershirt and black tie.

Ram could feel the dread sinking in his stomach and his heart pounding in his ears, he didn’t bother to ask Lazarus what was about to happen, for he knew he wouldn’t get a response, nor who their ‘guest’ was going to be. His hands balled into fists as he waited. What sort of terrible man would come through those doors. He had to be something if he had the professor out of sorts and wanting to make a good impression. For some reason, in his mind Ram pictured Clu, someone who was intimidating and commanded authority with just a single glance.

He actually really wished it was Clu for that matter. Not that he held any animosity against the program at all, but he would be a familiar and welcoming face to see in this mess. Suddenly the user world wasn’t looking as appealing as it was before…especially when he was stuck in this place.

His train of thought ceased when he noticed the professor stand up straight as the doors open. When the program saw just who their guest of honor was…

He was honestly beside himself.

It had been a long drive but Jim was finally glad to be out of that car and able to stretch his legs. He decided to take both Sebastian and Remy with him, he wasn’t about to leave the repo alone when he was receiving threats from his old boss. 

The three of them went through the front doors and headed into the lobby where he checked them in and received the necessary keycards to gain access to the rest of the facility. Ancipation and excitement was thrumming through his veins, an entire new lifeform and he was going to be one of the first to witness it. Not only that, but said lifeform happened to be from The Grid. Oh he had such plans for that place.

The elevator ride down seemed to take forever for him, he was giddy as could be as he rocked back and forth on his heels, and both Seb and Remy knew it. He had been talking of little else for a while. When the doors opened, two armed guards escorted the three of them down the hall and into the little examination room where their prize was waiting.

“Good evening professor.” he said with a hint of a sneer, “No hard feelings I presume about the last time, how is your han-“

He wasn’t expecting what awaited him in the chair.

“Oh!” he cried suddenly, his eyes going wide as they fell upon the blonde program strapped into the chair. “Ohhh…” 

He paced toward him, his upper body tilting to the right as he examined him.

“So it was you…” he purred, stopping right beside Ram to look him in the eye. “Yes I recognize those curls. You were the one from the Arcade. The one that Lestrade picked up. I was so curious as to who it might have been! I thought you were the Flynn boy at first..but no no no, your face is very different from his.”

His slender fingers brushed away a bit of the hair at the healing cut on the side of his head, causing the program to flinch and pull away briefly, he tsked a bit.

“Really Lazarus, damaged goods? I highly doubt you needed to be so rough with the poor thing, doesn’t look like he would have given you much of a hard time…but then again…” he grinned. 

“This is absolutely marvelous though, I have so many things I want to ask him…just where do I start though?”  He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he studied the program’s reactions to him, wondering just what ran through that little mind of his.

Seb followed a half-step behind Jim, the familiarly deceptive black guitar case that housed his precious rifle slung over one shoulder. Admittedly, he was a bit curious as to what they were going to see. It wasn’t just anything that could get Jim this excited, after all. While he didn’t particularly care to have to see Lazarus again—unless it was face-down in a pool of his own blood—he did gain some satisfaction in the knowledge that Jim was pleased with something, at the very least.

As they stepped off the elevator, they were escorted by two armed guards. Seb had to sneer at that—like it was really necessary. It hardly mattered, though, for they were soon at the end of the hallways, walking in through the door before them.

Seb hooked his thumbs in his pockets, adopting an easy going, if alert, stance at the sight of Lazarus. He shot the professor a predatory grin; he was certain the man knew enough what that meant: one toe out of line and I’ll bite. The hunter shifted his attention, however, at Jim’s sudden cry of delight. 

“So this is a Program, is it?” Seb said, cocking his head to the side curiously.

It was interesting. The thing certainly looked human. It bled, at any rate. But what was it, really? Trying to translate what he knew about computer programs—which was decidedly rather little beyond the basics—into the young man strapped to the chair before them left him feeling a little confused.

“What does it do?” he asked instead.

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I like good news. What is is?

Indeed, I’m rather curious myself. What’s got you so pleased, Jim~? :3

I just got a call from Lazarus…now I know you’ll all boo and hiss and cringe, but it seems that bag of…whatever he is, managed to dig something up interesting. He has it in his mind that he found a program. The DNA taken from the boy doesn’t seem to match up with anything on record, and there are peculiar markings on him, like circuits almost he described…I didn’t think it possible at first…but given the details regarding the peculiar circumstances of Flynn’s Arcade…*He grinned that Cheshire grin of his*

We’re going on a bit of a road trip boys

You mean I actually have to go over there with you? To see that… that… -he tried to think of something but came up with zip- Couldn’t I just stay in the car? I don’t think I would be able to play nice with the insufferable prick who flipped my fucking car!

Oh, that is interesting. It would seem that he’s good for something after all, that Lazarus. Well, other than being a very nice target for my frustrations. A road trip sounds just delightful, especially with that kind of prize waiting at the end of it.

*tuts* Oh, Remy. I understand how you feel. Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You’ve just seemed awfully pent up lately, that’s all.

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I like good news. What is is?

Indeed, I’m rather curious myself. What’s got you so pleased, Jim~? :3