Another failed attempt. Tron's not gonna like hearing that again.

Beck was riding through the Outlands, on his way back to the hideout.
Tron told him to get the data cube again, after he failed the first time. But, of course, Beck failed again. Tesler's base was an impenetrable fortress of death. It was easy to get in, but it was extremely hard to get out.

Beck finally made it to the entrance, derezzed his modified lightcycle, and entered. Tron knew he failed again. Beck could tell. He was staring out the window with his arms crossed across his chest and a scowl across his face.

"We can't keep failing. Not with the stakes so high nowadays." Tron
then started pacing.

"You mean me." Tron had always tried to make it seem like it was also
his fault, but he always meant Beck. There was always pressure. It was becoming increasingly harder for Beck to manage, but Tron couldn't see it.

"I mean we need to work harder, push further." Beck couldn't help but
groan. He had to think of a way out of more training.

"Can't. Remember? I have a job."

"I thought you said you, along with the rest of the workers, were all fired."

Tron was catching on.

"We got our jobs back. Pavel was too scared to came back and tell us to pack our things and get out."

"Fine. As soon as you come back, I'm putting you to work."

"Great." Beck rolled his eyes and left.

Beck was practically dragging his feet, on his way back to the
apartment he shared with Zed and Mara. He was tired from his failed mission and long nights of training. Going into sleep mode seemed perfect to him right now. But, of course, Zed and Mara had to stop him at the door.

"Where've you been, Beck?! We've been worried sick!" Of course MRa was worried about him. Zed stopped caring where he went awhile ago. He was just bitter about it now.

"Don't you mean you've been worried sick?"

Mara then elbowed Zed.

"No. I mean we."

Back chuckled slightly.

"Can we talk later? I'm exhausted."

"From what, Beck?! From what we've seen, you've been doing nothing!"

"Please, Mara? I'll explain everything you want to know later."

Mara looked like she was contemplating whether she wanted to trust him or not.

"Please?"

"Fine." Mara's scowl was deeper as she answered.

"Thank you." Beck sighed with relief and walked up the stairs of their apartment to his room.