May 2010

Of all the times to pick a fight, it had to be when they were locked in a confined space with walls akin to that of an rabbit-proof fence. "Your girlfriend's a real bitch, Jet," Sam, for all his subtleties, was never one to hold back what he truly thought about who or whatever and in the case of Eva, he hated her guts on the mere principal that the company she was working for had managed to merge with his father's company and do it without his being aware of it.

Tell me something I don't know. Jet reframed from verbally responding to the antagonistic commentary, choosing to fool around with the coding on his identity disc; they really were like memory sticks! There were so many memories from his mind that he'd completely forgotten about, it was mind boggling. In the corner of his eye, he saw Sam rise from his spot on the floor, swallowing a frustrated sigh, he prepared himself for what was to come next. "I lost half my father's company because of her scheming."

"Well, what do you want me do about it?" Jet raised his glance to meet Sam's hardened one. "I didn't know anything about it and you sure as hell don't seem to give two shits about that place unless you want to wreck something they were planning."

"That's not true."

"Yeah, well if it wasn't, then you would've been controlling the company a long time ago," Jet retorted. "It's your own fault you lost ENCOM-" Sam shoved Jet against the wall in objection, Jet fell onto the bench behind him with an unceremonious grunt, his identity disc tumbled to the ground next to his feet. Sam stood before him, an object of pure rage; regardless, Jet maintained his calm.

"It's your own fault FCon got Flynn's company," He continued. "Eva just capitalized on it because that's what she does, she's an opportunist. When you own up to that, maybe I'll take your insults seriously." Sam looked as though he wanted to do a lot more than retort with his own comeback, but his chance was crushed when one of the ICP's guarding their cell entered their line of sight, his staff charged and ready to use. "Break time's over, programs. Head for the Lightcycle staging pit."