It didn't work, John Connor concluded as he examined the aftermath of an attack caused by T-800 units. It had been three days since the assault on Cheyenne Mountain, where the system core of the supercomputer Skynet dwelled. The battle had been long-fought but they had managed to disable its defense grid, leaving it unable to attack.
Or so they had thought. While the majority of T-800s were disabled, there were still a great number of units operating autonomously. But the human resistance seemed to agree that the war had been won. It only remained to sweep up the last pockets of Skynet's forces.
Even the infiltration units sent through time to kill him were foiled by one of his soldiers and a reprogrammed T-800.
Yes, the war had been won. He looked over to his wife, Kate, and felt his entire being warm with love. She smiled back at him, reading his mind. The years had left her dirty and weathered, but she was still as beautiful as before the war.
And I never could've won it without you, Honey.
"Sir."
John Connor turned to find a soldier saluting him. The man's uniform read: MILLER. "Yes, Sergeant. What is it?"
The man went at ease. "We've just received word from Outpost 24."
"Navajo Mountain?" This piqued Connor's interest. With the exception of Skynet's system core, the A.I. had rarely ever felt the need to make use of mountainous regions.
"Yes Sir. They reported sightings of T-800 units in the area. They suspect Skynet had a factory at Navajo--"
"And the Terminators are reactivating it," Connor finished. "Inform the Commander that I want a reconnaissance report before 1200 hours."
"Yes Sir," Miller concluded, quickly striding off to complete his task.
Connor frowned. He didn't know why, but this news worried him. Maybe Skynet still had an ace left to play.