Tron hissed, licked his lips, and ran a hand down his thigh, letting it linger over the node that glowed there. The energy of the spring supported him, buoyant and warm; he touched himself again and watched as it sparked, scintillating blue with excess power.
He really shouldn't be here, not on duty. But the system was safe, and he'd felt... a certain call, one that set his pixels ablaze. He rubbed the symbol at his chest, the one that marked him Tron, and let pleasure take him away.
Elsewhere, Alan Bradley woke abruptly, panting hard.