CAMERON IMMORTAL

-The Turk-

Chapter One

September 5, 2007 (10:16)

Cameron's Los Angeles Safe House

JOHN CONNOR OPENED THE DOOR OF HIS ROOM and stepped into the safe house's main area. He saw his mother siting at the large table in the center of the room eating from one of the ration packs and walked over to sit down across from her. She wordlessly passed an unopened pack to him. "Thanks," he muttered. He ripped the bag open and began to eat its contents. "Where's Cameron?" he asked after a moment.

Sarah shrugged. "She went into the computer room about an hour ago, said she had to check up on some things."

John nodded. "So what's the plan,"

"We don't have one yet. We need to talk to Tin Man, see what she knows before we make plans."

John raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but said nothing. The two of them ate in silence for a few minutes before the door behind John opened and Cameron walked into the room. John turned and glanced at her, then looked back. Somehow she was wearing new clothes. She had also gotten a necklace from somewhere, after studying it for a moment John saw that it was a silver chain with a small golden crucifix hanging from it.

"Nice clothes," he said.

Cameron sat down next to him. "Like I said yesterday, the storage room has some clothes in it. I try to keep it stocked with as many sizes as possible, the two of should be able to find something that fits."

"Maybe latter," Sarah said. "So, what happens now girlie?"

"Okay," Cameron said holding up a hand. "First of all, you're going to get nowhere calling me 'girlie'."

"Fine, whatever. Now do you have some kind of plan or..."

Cameron thought for a moment. "We need to get new identities before we do anything else. I'm working on a potential source, I'll know for sure in a day or two. And if it fall's through, well I'm sure that between the two of us we can find someone in the business who still remembers us."

"And until then?" John asked.

"As long as we're careful it shouldn't be that dangerous to go out. I mean, if were going to stay in one place we are going to need identities, especially if your mother decides you're going to go back to school, but for the short run at least it's not that important."

"Alright," Sarah said, "so have you been doing anything else this morning?"

"Yeah, I've been trying to see how much money I have," Cameron answered. "Before we jumped I had a Swiss bank account, as well as another account in the Cayman Islands. Not to mention a number of smaller accounts in several banks across the country."

"Alright, so how much money do you have?" John asked.

"Well, I'm still looking into the American banks, I'm estimating somewhere between six and eight and a half hundred thousand. As for my offshore accounts, I have six million US in the Caymans, and another seventy three million US in Switzerland," John almost choked on his food. Cameron looked at him for a moment to make sure he was okay, then stood. "We should go out. Buy some real food, maybe clothes as well. As well as a few other odd things."

Sarah stood as well, crumpling up her empty ration pack. "I don't want John going out until we have new ident's, unless absolutely necessary."

Cameron shrugged. "Alright," Cameron didn't think John going out would be that dangerous, but at the same time didn't fell like arguing with Sarah about it. John, however, didn't fell quite so accepting.

"And what exactly am I supposed to do while you two go out?" he asked irritably.

"Go on the internet," Cameron suggested. "Try and catch up on the last eight years. I found this website, Wikipedia. Seems to be some kind of online encyclopedia, you should look at it."

"Interesting," Sarah said in a tone voice that communicated the exact opposite. "So, should we go now, or is there something you need to do first?"

"Not really," Cameron answered. "I'll just go and get some money," She turned and walked over to storage room. John meanwhile had finished with his food and stood. He walked around the table and started moving towards the trash can near the kitchen to throwaway his raper, but Sarah called out his name. He stopped and turned to look at her.

Sarah put a hand on her son's shoulder. "Look, we've just spent the last several days running. And as soon as we're settled in and have new identities we'll start tracking down Skynet. But in the meantime we have a few days to relax. Try and enjoy it, okay?" After a moment John nodded and Sarah pulled him into a hug. "Good," After a moment they broke apart. Sarah reached up and brushed some of the hair out of his face, then stepped back.

Cameron came back into the room. "Okay, lets go."

Sarah turned to face her. "What about guns?"

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Sarah, we're going shopping. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"

Sarah shrugged. "Best to be safe."

"Fine. There are plenty of handguns in the armory, go get one," Cameron started walking towards the exit. "Have fun," she said as she past John.

September 6, 2007 (11:42)

Interstate Highway 5

Michael Hawk arrived with the rest of the workers at eight o'clock to pick up garbage form along the sides of the highway. Now three and a half hours latter Michael found himself thinking longingly about the lunch break he would get in another hour. He bent down and picked up a magazine and threw it into the trash bag in his other hand. He stood back up and wiped some of the sweat off of his face with the back of his hand. It wasn't even noon yet and already the temperature was in the high nineties. As he looked around at the ground in front of him Michael noticed a glint of silver. Moving over to it he knelt down and moved some debris aside to reveal what looked like a silver metal skull. Michael picked it up, surprised at how heavy it was. After looking at it for a moment he slide it into the black satchel at his side instead of the large orange bag in his left had where all the trash was support to go, then quickly looked behind himself to see if any of his fellows had seen anything. None of them had, and after a moment Michael stood and continued picking up trash.