"I fulfilled my directive," CLU says calmly. He's seething, underneath, that this is starting to veer off his projected path - but he doesn't let that show; he's too charismatic for that. "Afraid I couldn't say the same for you." Users were like ISOs: they didn't have any. And that made them a threat to the system, or order, to perfection.

Both Guards pursuing Dairine move at the same time. The Guard she'd felled earlier goes for her torso, mindful of any other attacks, while the second, armed one tries to distract their target with a feint to her left with his blade.

Alan grimaces, struggling a bit more in his captor's grip. The katana only presses closer to his throat, the Black Guard barely budging, using his own force against him. If only he could get at one of their discs...