Dawn wasn't for another two hours. Three explosions sounded a few miles off. A few pieces of rubble were scattered, the air stirred and then started to settled back down again as a 16 year old girl ran through the darkness, dodging rocks and debris in her path, trying to quicken her pace. The Aerial HK above her was picking up speed as well. It had locked on to her body-heat 4 miles back and was not letting her get away so easy this time. She turned around to see if a quick escape was in her future. Her decision cost her her footing as she stumbled over a rock and went down. The AHK prepared to fire and let out of a plasma stream of blue . She rolled over to her back and rolled under an opening. The HK's shot hit the ground where she had been and missed her. Destiny grinned as she heard the HK move on assuming it had eliminated its target.

"What did you do now, Lucky?" A voice from the other side of the partly-covered hole in the ground asked.

She smirked. "Only blew up a factory, or two." She said pretending to be innocent. "Nothing special."

"Or new for you." He finished for her.

The girl laughed and nodded. She picked herself up as he came over toward her.

"Reese." She said as she shook his hand.

"Connor." He answered and returned the gesture. She dusted herself off and secured her weapon. "You're crazy, Connor." Kyle quipped.

She turned back around to look at him "It's called survival." She checked to see if the coast was clear before she vanished back into the darkness.

Miles away, John Connor walked down a tunnel with his assistants on each of his sides.

"Only a few thousand dead tonight, Sir." The one on his right reported, trying to sound cheerful.

"The Night isn't over yet, Major."

"No, Sir." She answered, somewhat let down.

Captain Waters on his left, handed him a file with a photo attached. " Our usual surveillance team found this three hours ago. The machines found the camp under Davis Street. Victs. were mostly civilians, about a 150 of 'em were slaughtered, Survivors fled east to Jackson's camp." She told.

"How many?" John asked.

"23, Sir."

John sighed and commented "Not enough as usual." John stopped walking and then slowly took a few steps forward, keeping his hand out to discourage them from hovering over him. "What else can happen tonight?" He asked out of despair.

His two assistants stood there silent, not sure what to say. Lieutenant Marks came around the corner very slowly, wringing his hands nervously. When he caught sight of John, he snapped to attention and saluted. "John turned to the man. "At ease, Marks." He said tiredly.

Taking Mark's nervousness into notice. "What's happened this time?" John asked, his voice shaking from fear of more bad news. Marks cleared his throat and responded.

"She's…. she's gone again, Sir. Her room is empty and the entire camp has been searched. Destiny's missing ."

John closed his eyes and his heart sunk.