My name is William Scot Sherlock Holmes, this is my story. My dealings with the terminators. I am Sherlock Holmes, Terminator hunter and Defender of the weak and innocent. This is my story. I woke up on the ground in the living room where Lisha had shot me, I saw Jesus standing over me, he reached out his hand and said, "Need help, Sherlock?"

I said, "Yes."

Jesus pulled me up, I asked, "Am I dead?"

Jesus said, "No, not yet, your work isn't finished yet."

"So I'm still alive?"

"Yes, because Lisha still needs you, the Resistance still needs you."

"Where do I go?"

"I'll show you."

Then Jesus stretched out his hand to me, I took it, and found myself in the middle of a battle field, a war zone. I saw Lisha and the resistance fighting the terminators. This time when I saw her, she was 4 years older and seemed to have more military experience, I asked Jesus, "How long have I been gone?"

Jesus said, "2 years."

I said, "How am I supposed to explain this to her?"

"Just tell her the truth."

"Lord, Religion is looked down on now, she is going to think that I'm a Machine."

"My friend, have faith and just trust me."

"Yes Lord."

Then Jesus nodded and I walked forward. I saw that the resistance was loosing the battle so I took a gun from a resistance officer and I ran out in the battle field, Lisha saw me and she recognized me, I could hear her utter under her breath, "It can't be."

I ran out in the open and started to shoot the machines, They shot back but I pulled from my trench coat in the back a long katana and deflected the bullets. I kept on killing machines and defending myself from them. Lisha came behind me and joined me in the fight as she fired one shot I deflected 7 more bullets, Lisha said, "So your alive, How."

I said, "I'll explain later."

Then the resistance began to work harder on defeating our common enemy, I had my katana sharpened down to the very molecule it could cut through anything. It could even cut through the terminators hyperalloy armor. I was cutting the terminators to pieces, until I heard a voice yell, "Fall back!"

We fell back into a helicopter and we all got in, then the chopper flew away. A man came up to me with his hand extended and said, "Sir that was some fine fighting out there, Whats your name?"

I looked at his hand and said, "I am William Scot Sherlock Holmes, and I am the best fighter that the rebellion has at this moment, if you do think that I am a machine then do a blood test on me and see that I am much more advanced than them."

The man pulled his hand back and said, "Well aren't we prideful."

I said, "No, it's a known fact, I am higher than the machines because I am human, human's have the God-given choice of free will, I am human, do a blood test on me and see."

The Man said, "I'm sorry William, can I call you William?"

"You can call me Sherlock."

"OK Then Sherlock, You are not a part of the rebellion yet, I don't trust you to fight with us. I don't know you, and you don't know us."

I took a look around the room,I noticed that the men were young, ages ranging from 16-21, Lisha was 17, a man in the back left on the end had a little girls neck less around his neck, the man in front of him was 40 and had a friendship bracelet on his wrist, the man next to him was 20 in his pocket was a picture, but a picture of what exactly, Then I noticed how closely Lisha strides near one of the other soldiers what could that mean? Then I looked at the man who stood in front of me, he was a captain, a well brought up military man and has seen combat, much combat, he was approximately my age, and seemed to have been born in a military family but I knew better. I said to the man, "John Connor."

He turned and said, "What?"

I said, "John Conner, that is your name isn't it Captain."

"Yes sir it is, but how did you..."

I said, "I am Sherlock Holmes, a retired consulting detective, I know a lot about the men here, Take Private Kalahan for instance, a well built man ready to fight for his species, but if you look in his pocket of sentimentality we see a man who is in love, a great lover, for in his pocket is a picture of his girlfriend," The Private blushed, "Then when we look at first lutenent Johnson we see a man who has seen much battle and much death, but no death could compare to the horror of watching his own daughter be murdered, "Then Johnson wore an angry look on his face he was about to attack, but something seemed to stop him, "Now take Sargent Alexander, a man who saw his sister die, murdered by the machine army...these are your men John and This is there motivation, You said that I didn't know me and I didn't know you, well now I do, and you know me a retired Detective, Sherlock Holmes, Now you know me And I know you, What do you say."

John said, "How did you know who we are?"

I said, "A little observation and deduction."

"The Machines can't do what you do at lease not on your level, no one can."

"No actually there are a lot of people out there with my ability, some more advanced than me, but it is an acquirable skill."

"You report at 06:00 tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

Then John walked towards the cockpit to check on the pilot, I said, "Oh, and sir when I said that I am the best fighter that the rebellion has at this moment, I wasn't being prideful because I am, I trained under the best and brightest, I have seen the worst conditions possible and overcame them."

Then John said, "So was I, So let me test that."

Then he walked in the cockpit.