AN: Hey guys!
Hawki: Yes, I'm extremely bad with that. Any advice?
I don't own terminator.
The old Dell's screen lit up with a green light.
John and Kyle were sitting down with some technicians, drinking the best equivalent of tea possible- warmed water.
The device rigged to the computer that held the CPU of the harvester made a whirring noise.
Several commands flashed on the screen of the computer.
PRIMARY OBJECTIVES:
(CONNER, JOHN)
(HUMANS)
IF ((PAYLOAD)=2) DEPOSIT FOR RESEARCH
John shook his head nervously. "What research?" he asked, on edge.
One of the technicians faced him and gave him a look that implied that he should know.
"It's a harvester. What could it possibly be researching?" the technician said sarcastically.
John had a sudden understanding that shocked him.
"T-800 research. With flesh. Those things haven't been in production since..." he said, finding it hard to believe that the T-800s were back.
Kyle nodded grimly. "Looks like we're going to have to find a little bit more about this, first-hand."
John shook his head slowly. "Assemble a team, Kyle. Get your night gear on. As for you, technician, track where that thing came from. I want to be there within an hour.
Yeah, sorry I made it so short. I'm going to post another one soon, though.