John and Bob arrived at a small gun store. It was covered with the typical bared windows and fence. Walking inside they found an extremely large collection of firearms. Rows and rows of guns lined the store.

Everyone eyed the two as they entered. The clerks would not take their eyes off them. John could have sworn the employees were moving toward the more powerful guns. Are they resistance? Do they know what he is? Do they know who I am? These where just some of the questions that went through Johns mind as they stood there.

Bob turned to him. "There is a restroom in the back. They have medical supplies there. You should tend to your wound."

The moment he said that, John felt the pain in his arm. Looking at it, he could tell it was not bad. The bullet just barely made a scrap. Tore through the first few layers of flesh, but it burned and droplets of blood where coming out. John did as told and went to the restroom to clean it.

John finished cleaning his wound. There was a first aid kit in the restroom, which he used to bandage it up. As he was walking out he noticed the store now had the open light off and the clerks where shooing of the few customers they had at the moment.

Once the last customer was gone, Bob spoke. "We require your weapons."

One of the clerks moved to John side and lifted his hand as a means to shake Johns. "You're John Connor right?"

John, though timid, shook his head yes and shook the man's hand.

"It's a pleasure to see you again…ah...er…meet you…uh…meet you… again."

It then clicked in John head. "Are you part of the resistance?"

"Yep. All of us here where sent back around six years ago. We supply weapons to other resistance members in this time."

"To other members…"

"Here, we have some stuff for you." The man went to the back of the counter and pulled out a box labeled John Connor. The man opened it up and pulled out a phone and handed it to John. "Keep this. Programmed into it are the numbers for all the safe houses and supply areas the resistance has set up. You'll be able to contact us at anytime. Just be sure you say the day, followed by the year. Never say your name."

Same code we have at the house. John took the phone and began scrolling through the list of numbers. To his dismay, there weren't as many numbers he thought there would be. "There's not a whole lot in here."

Bob explained. "Time travel is a very difficult thing to do. There is less of the resistance in this time then you think. Only some of the most trusted resistance members are sent through."

John closed the phone and pocketed it. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. You ordered me to give that to you. Now if I'm not mistaken you need some guns."

The man pulled out a brown paper bag and dumped its load of bullets carelessly on the table. The man handed one of the bullets to John who examined it.

"We specialize in providing whatever it is the resistance needs. While we don't have any plasma rifles we have these." The bullet was odd shaped. It had a handmade look to it. Sort of a faint cork screw pattern on top of the bullet and it shined brilliant chrome. The bullet was made for a pistol. "We make these by hand so we don't have a lot of them. They are a modified variation of a .45ACP. The bullets made out of a higher concentration of Coltan then used for Terminator endoskeletons. Using the right gun, it's enough to destroy a Terminator. We call them High-V rounds."

"The right gun?" John asked as he handed the bullet back.

"Yeah. Now they won't break a terminator's breast plate, but they will wreck havoc to the mechanics. Just try to hit the weak points. How big of a gun have you fired?"

"We mostly have 9mm at the house."

"A 9mm is not going to do much against a Terminator. How about a high powered .45 or .50 cal?"

"Well my uncle has a Desert eagle. I've fired it a few times at a range."

The man pulled out a gun case from the box labeled John Connor and opened it. Inside were two very large pistols. One was a desert eagle with a ten inch barrel installed and a scope mounted atop it. The other gun was nearly as large. The slide was near bare, being a gray color that did match the rest of the pistols black. Under the barrel was a LAM unit that looked like a black brick.

Bob moved to John's side and examined the guns as well.

"These are the only two guns we currently have modified to fire High-v rounds." The man handed John the desert eagle to John. The gun which was already a massive gun looked twice as big with the extended barrel and scope. "She's zeroed in for a hundred yards. We extended the barrel to help with accuracy and after test firing a few times felt that it was best to add the scope. It does have some reliability issues just like any other DE, so take good care of it."

The gun was slightly used, but felt to be in much better shape than his uncles. The scope seemed to be of high quality. John placed the gun back down. Bob walked up to another clerk who took him back further into the store to find him some heavier fire power.

John grabbed the other gun. He had seen the gun before, but could not think of what it was. His mother was the gun expert, not him exactly. It was however a military gun, but the slide was fooling.

"Now that is a real beauty. It's a real shame to let her go." The man said.

John pulled back the slide. Empty, just as it should be. He let go of the slide. It slid back tightly. Holding the gun up, he felt that it was very well balanced. Using his fingers he was easily able to activate the laser site and the tactical light. Real quick he dry fired the gun. It was such harmony, that only a firearms expert can appreciate.

"Bought it off someone we know who deals in black market fire arms in Irag. It's a Heckler and Koch mk23 Socom mod0 to be correct. And it ain't no civilian issue either. Has the octagon barrel which is illegal in the states. When we got it, I converted it over for high-V rounds and did a complete overhaul of the weapon. That's the military only issue Lam on it as well. You won't find another one of those unless you where special forces."

"Why's the slide new?"

"When I got the gun it was busted. Slide was cracked. I replaced it with one from a civilian version, but luckily the barrel survived intact. I have one silencer for it. The gun is so good that there is no loss of power when fired with the silencer."

Bob walked back up caring what John recognized as a MGL grenade launcher, an m249 SAW, and an M107 sniper rifle. John felt kind of out gunned with the weapons that his Terminator had.

"How are you going to carry all of those?" John asked the machine.

The T-101 just gave him a smirk. "Trust me."

They packaged up the guns, each with their own respectable. "We require a new vehicle." The T-101 again said.

In the back of the building was a H1 Hummer. A military issue version, complete with bullet proof armor, and painted a glossy black to easier blend in. After they packed the guns in the back, Bob grabbed John and through him into the passenger's seat.

"Hey, I told you to stop doing that!" John yelled.

The machine made no reply. He just inserted the key and pulled the vehicle out onto the road. Driving like a maniac just like John remembered.

"Slow down. There is no rush."

"Negative. The TX has already identified you. Haven is very smart. It won't be long until it finds you."

"Wait, so what are we doing now?"

"We are going to obtain the T-888 terminator's chip."

"Now? We don't even know where one is."

"I do."

Okay, not much happened in this chapter. Next will be better. Ill try to update soon. And remember to review.