Giff sped towards the bank at Flagstaff and found the sheriff cars parked at the entrance of the bank. Giff parked his bike in the parking lot and walked over to the sheriff cars. Giff immediately encountered the injured sheriff officers.

Giff approached a radio in the sheriff car. "We have a 211 and 217 at the Flagstaff bank," Giff spoke into the radio.

"An ambulance will be required for at least five officers," Giff added.

"Copy, emergency services are on the way," the dispatch responded.

Giff put down the radio. Ignoring the officers, Giff went inside the bank. "Oh, thank you," the frantic bank teller said as he entered the bank.

"Everything will be fine," Giff said without emotion.

Giff pulled away from the bank teller and went inside the vault. Looking around, Giff touched the holes where the deposit boxes had been held. Finished, Giff went back towards the outside.

An officer struggled to get to his feet. His arm was shot up and his leg had been shot. "Are you okay?" Giff asked.

"I feel like shit," he gasped.

"An ambulance will be arriving soon. Where did they go?" Giff asked.

"I didn't see," the officer admitted.

"Let me give you a hand," Giff offered.

The officer took Giff's hand and was pulled to his feet. "Thanks," the officer said gratefully.

Giff smiled strangely. "Don't mention it."

Sarah drove south toward the border as Cameron worked on her leg. John stared as Cameron used pliers to remove pellets from her leg. Her leg was bleeding through her jeans. Cameron took a knife and cut her jeans revealing her upper leg. Immune to embarrassment, Cameron continued her work.

"I will need your shirt," Cameron said to John.

"My shirt?" John asked not thinking.

"I can use mine," Cameron replied interpreting John's question as a protest.

"No, John, give her your shirt," Sarah ordered.

John complied pulling off his shirt and giving it to Cameron. "Thank you," Cameron said and then wrapped it around her leg.

Cameron tightened the cloth to stop the blood flow. "When will that heal?" Sarah asked.

"An hour or two," Cameron replied.

John gave Cameron a look of embarrassment without his shirt. "Get another shirt in the back," Sarah directed John.

John reached back and got another shirt. "You can change your jeans when we stop," Sarah told Cameron.

"The next exit will be fine," Cameron advised.

"When were you going to tell us you planned to rob that bank?" Sarah asked Cameron angrily.

"I wasn't going to," Cameron replied. "The person at the bank didn't comply," Cameron excused.

"You nearly got us killed or imprisoned," Sarah continued.

"Not likely," Cameron judged.

"Next time you want take out five police officers, run it by me," Sarah yelled.

"I didn't plan to take out five police officers," Cameron clarified.

"No more risks. I won't have it," Sarah continued.

Cameron eyed Sarah with curiosity. Sarah realized she was talking to a machine with machine emotions. "All I ask is that we have a common strategy," Sarah relented.

"I understand," Cameron replied.

James entered the hospital and reached the front desk. "Where are the officers?" he asked.

"Are you a relative?" the secretary asked.

"I am special agent James Ellison of the FBI," James said holding a badge.

"You can talk to four of the officers. One is in still in surgery," the secretary told James.

"Will he make it?" James asked referring to the fifth.

"Yes, he's stable. He received shotgun pellets to the shoulder, neck, and face," the secretary said sympathetically.

James turned around and saw Giff walking towards him. "My name is Giff. I was the first to the scene," Giff said offering his hand.

James shook the officer's hand. "What happened?" James asked.

"I am not too sure, but it seems five officers were subdued by gun fire," Giff said. "Only five deposit boxes were stolen," Giff added.

"LAPD? Isn't this a bit far away," James asked noticing Giff's badge.

"I am investigating the Connors. Do you know where they are?" Giff asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," James replied.

"The Connors; they're hard to track down," Giff smirked.

"Yes, they are. We should work together on this. Here's my card," James offered Giff.

Giff took Jame's card. "Maybe we'll meet again," Giff smiled and walked towards the exit.

James shook his head in amusement, LAPD and FBI seldom got along. Turning towards the door, James went off to question the officers.

Sarah stopped the truck at a rest stop. Cameron got out of the truck and walked over to a bench; John followed. Cameron put her knee on the bench and carefully removed John's shirt. Her wound had stopped bleeding and was healing.

"I no longer require this," Cameron said giving John a bloody shirt.

"Thanks," John said sarcastically and threw the shirt away.

"Here are some new pants," Sarah offered Cameron.

"Thank you. I will try them on," Cameron said.

"The bathroom," Sarah directed.

"Oh, right," Cameron acknowledged.

Sarah gave her son a look as he watched her walk away. "What?" John asked.

"Nothing," Sarah replied.

James visited the four officers in their hospital beds. "My name is James Ellison of the FBI. I was hoping I could ask a few questions," James introduced.

"Sure," one of the officers said.

"What happened?" James asked.

"We had a call that someone was robbing the Flagstaff bank so we came to the scene and surrounded the entrance. We saw one female exit the bank with two pistols. She refused to put her weapons down so we opened fire," the officer told James.

"And then what happened?" James asked.

"She fired at us first and then we opened fire. She then disabled each of us with her pistols and then took my shotgun and used that against us as well," the officer continued.

James put his pencil down. "You opened fire and she still continued to fire? Did you all miss?" James asked.

"We fired at least a dozen shells in her. Pete got her in the leg and face with a shotgun," the officer said.

"What was the relative age of the female?" James asked.

"I would say 15 or 16," another officer named Robert answered.

James smirked in amusement. "You're saying a 16-year-old girl out gunned five sheriff officers. You're sure you didn't sustain fire from another location," James asked.

"No, it was just the girl. I can't explain it, but she wasn't human. I saw metal in her head," Robert said seriously.

James stared at the officers as he realized what he was saying. "Did anyone from outside the FBI ask you questions about this?" James asked.

"No, except the LAPD cop named Giff," the original officer said.

"I see, let's keep the whole metal in her head between us. For the sake of your careers, report that you missed the suspect," James advised.

"Did you see another woman and a 15 year old boy?" James asked.

The officer shook their heads. "All right gentlemen. Thank you for your time," James said and then walked down the hall.

James shook in his head in puzzlement. How could a 16-year-old girl take down five officers? James picked up his cell phone. "I want the INS," James requested.

Cameron walked out of the bathroom with a new set of jeans. "Did they fit well?" Sarah asked.

"They fit," Cameron confirmed.

"We're going south toward the border," Sarah told John and Cameron.

"I would like to contact sources in my time before taking that course of action," Cameron objected.

"All right, how long will it take for it to set up?" Sarah asked.

"If it is received; immediate," Cameron answered.

"Well, let's do it then," Sarah allowed.

Cameron took out the Chronological Receiver. It was shaped like a gun with a dish on the end. Cameron activated the device; it hummed in response. "We wait for someone to respond," Cameron said.

Static electricity began to spark from the end of the dish on the Receiver. An electrical wave went through the air and stopped as it hit an invisible wall. The static electricity increased and then a visible hole opened in the air. The wind picked up as the hole widened to size of a basketball.

"Someone is receiving us," Cameron reported.

Sarah and John watched in stunned amazement as continuous electricity went through the air and created a hole in space and time. Cameron's hair went into the air as electricity danced around her and the machine.

A hologram emitter became active and showed a blue screen with yellow symbols. The blue screen image was two by two feet. Cameron watched as various letters and numbers were displayed on the screen. Cameron read the code and then punched in a combination code on the Receiver. There was a pause and then more letters and numbers were displayed.

Translation:

"I want the location of human resistance fighters," Cameron coded.

"Human resistance fighters are present in Phoenix, Arizona. There are four of them; they were transported to your time in 1996. They have weapons, money, and information related to Skynet technology."

"What is the state of the war?" Cameron asked.

"Skynet forces defeated. All Terminator units have been deactivated worldwide. Skynet CPU is missing."

"Where is Skynet?" Cameron asked.

"An advanced Terminator unit was sent back in time after you. We believe the Terminator unit carries the Skynet CPU."

End Translation

Cameron watched as the Receiver shut down. Cameron stared blankly as the transmission was over. "The Receiver will recharge on its own," she told John and Sarah.

"What was that code?" Sarah asked.

"It's to prevent Skynet from picking up on our communications. I understand it. Some human resistant fighters can decipher it after a few hours," Cameron explained.

"What did they say?" Sarah asked.

"The war is over. Sean Connor won," Cameron announced.

"So Skynet is dead?" Sarah asked.

"Skynet is here," Cameron said gravely.

A blond woman walked calmly through the Flagstaff hospital. Dressed in a nurse's uniform, the TX went towards the room holding the injured sheriff officer. Entering the room, she walked over a non-sleeping officer; he was watching television.

The TX turned the television off. "That was a good show," the officer muttered.

"The Connors, where did they go?" the TX demanded.

"I don't know, why?" the officer asked confused.

The TX took out a needle and threatened to inject its contents into the officer's IV. "I honestly don't know. They got a way in a truck," the officer stammered.

"Was the girl there?" the TX continued.

"Yeah, she was the one who shot us," the officer answered.

The TX put her needle away and put it on a tray; she could sense that the officer was telling the truth. The TX then touched the officer's hand for a few seconds and then turned away.

"Hey, who are you? Nurse!" the officer shouted.

The TX frowned and immediately grabbed his neck chocking him. Breaking his neck the TX considered the room. Liquid metal curled back revealing her metal hand and wrist. The TX aimed and fired a burst of fire. The room immediately caught fire around the sleeping officers.

The TX quickly walked out of the room and calmly walked down the hall. As she went down the hall, the TX changed her clothes to her typical red suit. The TX noticed that the fire alarm had gone off. Medical personnel rushed to the room to put out the fire.

"Evacuate the building," a security officer encouraged the TX.

The TX gave one last look and then walked out of the hospital. Getting into her sports car, she sped off into the night.