PRESENT DAY
It was a more or less, a quiet morning. The sun had been up for hours already, and birds chirped throughout the blue sky. No cloud was in sight as everything seemed like it was going to be a good, and peaceful day. That is, if it weren't for the black Dodge Ram speeding down the street, going so fast, that it could probably clip a Terminator that decided to cross its path. Behind the wheel was a very anxious, and confused Derek Reese. His hands were covered in blood, as he had his foot slammed on the gas pedal. On his right, was a girl who was screaming in absolute pain, and breathing heavily. He tried so hard to focus on driving, all while attempting to use his minimal medial skills to put pressure on her stomach wound, using one of John's hoodies as a bandage. Eight times, within twenty minutes, had he almost gotten into a wreck because of trying to aid this girl.
Who was she? She looked exactly identical to Cameron. Everything from the hair, to the brown eyes. Even the strange birthmark on her left eyebrow was present on this girl. Funny, he always thought of it as strange that a terminator had a skin mark, when it was once thought that they were perfect infiltrators wearing masks. But this girl, this person who looked like Cameron. She was human. But how?
There is no time for that right now. Adding a third chore next to driving and keeping pressure on this girl's wound was bound to cause an accident that could quite possibly wound both him and her even further, or risk getting caught by authorities.
"I need you to hold this tight!" Derek ordered. "Can you do that for me!?"
The girl hastily nodded and used what was left of her strength to hold the hoodie around her wound. Derek took this moment to fish his phone from his pocket where he started typing in the Sarah's phone number. He put the phone up to his ear, and waited as it rung while looking out into the still vacant road, and the girl who started appearing weaker and weaker.
"Hello?"
"Sarah, it's Derek! I have a problem?"
"You didn't use code, idiot!"
Even during the worst of times. there was Sarah Connor being her paranoid self yet again. "There is no time for that! Have the Tin Can ready with any medical supplies! I'm two minutes out!" Not even giving Sarah the chance to answer, he snapped his phone closed, and threw it in the back seat, not caring for it right now.
He looked back at the girl in attempts to reassure her that he was finding help, but immediately found that she had passed out again, and blood began freely flowing from her wound.
"God Dammit, Tin Miss!" He grabbed the hoodie and began to continue what she couldn't, all while accidentally swerving onto the opposite lane, and almost hitting another vehicle as the result.
Finally he arrived home, and sped into the driveway, where he came to a skidding stop right at the front door. He immediately hopped out, and rounded the vehicle, to the passenger side, where he grabbed the girl bridal style, and took her to the front porch, just in time to see Sarah, and Uncle Bob open the door. Sarah was taken aback to see who he was holding. But there was no time to ask questions, as Derek had pushed past them, and made a beeline for the kitchen, where he used the girl's body to swipe all contents off the dining table, and laid her down on it.
"Derek, what the hell is-"
"Okay, Tin Can, do something besides kill, and save her!" Derek demanded the T-800. Surprisingly Bob immediately took action, and began to tear a larger hole in the girl's shirt, where he began to examine the wound.
After a short minute, Uncle Bob looked back up. "It appears that the bullet went in at a forty degree angle. Considering the extreme amounts of blood loss, it has hit something vital."
Derek angrily kicked a nearby chair in response, causing it to crash into the wall. "Sonofabitch!"
"Derek, who is she?" Sarah demanded in all seriousness. "Why does she look like Cameron? Why is she hurt?"
"If I knew that, I'd have told you!" Derek answered loudly. "She was shot by Jesse."
Sarah's eyes widened in disbelief. "You went to see Jesse!?"
"For her to help us, dammit!" Derek argued further.
"I need the first aid kit," Uncle Bob spoke up in loud tone. Sarah and Derek decided to put aside their arguing for now, and Sarah went to the kitchen sink, and retrieved the small box of first aid, and set it next to the T-800. Bob opened the kit, and grabbed an IV fluid bag, and handed it to the woman. "Apply to her left arm." Sarah did so, and ran the tube through the young girl's left arm, and through the IV bag, taking one of the nearby banana racks to hold it in place. Uncle Bob noticed that the girl's breathing had ceased, and her chest stopped rising. "She's not breathing. We need to manually pump oxygen into her lungs."
"Tell us what you need, Tin Can!" Derek spat in frustration.
"A plastic bottle with a tube attached, is preferable under given circumstances," Uncle Bob explained simply. Taking into account what the T-800 just told him, Derek ran to the refrigerator and grabbed the nearest liter soda bottle, and dumped it's remaining contents into the sink before rinsing it out with water. He then scrambled through drawers for some tape, and some plastic tubes. After a short moment, Derek finally had something rigged together, and ran back over to the table, giving the contraption to the machine. However, Uncle Bob lightly pushed it back towards him. "You apply the the oxygen."
He didn't like taking orders from a damn machine, but knew now wasn't the time for this, and reluctantly accepted, where he ran the tube down her throat, and began to pump oxygen to the girl's lungs.
At that moment, John came walking into the kitchen. Due to the screaming, he originally thought it was Derek being skeptical of Uncle Bob, but found that was not the case as who he saw on the table was of main concern. "C-Cameron!?" Everyone looked over at John, who was staring at them in shock. Before any of them could say anything reassuring, however, the girl had awaken once more as Uncle Bob began sticking a pair of long tweezers down the entry wound, causing her to scream in complete agony, with her spitting out the oxygen pump.
"Derek Reese, Sarah, hold her down!" Uncle Bob barked loudly, causing the soldiers to flinch. Never had they heard a machine shout like that. The two compiled, with Derek rushing to hold down her flailing arms; and Sarah, her legs. The girl continued to scream in pain as the T-800 continued to thrust the tweezers deeper and deeper into the wound.
"Stop, you're killing her!" John immediately snapped, and stepped forward in attempts to halt the machine from continuing.
"John! Do you want her alive?" Sarah asked. Her son nodded. "Then let him do his work!" From the corner of her eye, Sarah noticed a small figure standing at the frame of the kitchen. She saw it to be Savannah Weaver, tightly holding her stuffed giraffe, looking at the scene that laid before her with a mixture of confusion and terror. "John, I need you to take over!" Her son complied, and ran to take Sarah's place. With that out of the way, she walked over to the little redhead and gently guided her out of the room.
With his mother gone, All he could do was watch first hand as the girl continued to wail in a mixture of pain, and crying. That was until her eyes closed, and her limbs went limp, her head rolling back. His eyes widened in shock. "W-w-w-what happened?" John asked Bob in fear. "What happened!?"
"It appears she has passed out due to shock. The pain must've been too much to bear."
"Is she alive!?" John asked hastily.
The T-800 looked at John with a blank expression. "Yes." He bent back down and went back to work, and managing to pull out a large bullet fragment. "One down. One to go."
"John, I need to talk to you for a minute." Derek spoke up, just as Sarah came walking back into the room. He looked to his mother for approval, to which she nodded, and motioned her head towards the living room. Once the three were inside, John sat down, right next to his mother, and Derek stood on the opposite end of the coffee table. "That isn't Cameron."
Even though he knew it from the time he heard her scream, it still hurt to hear it in person. His heart sank, and deep down he knew that Cameron must really be gone. "Then who is she?"
"We don't know." Derek admitted truthfully. "We know nothing about her."
"Then why was she shot? Did you-"
"No!" Derek immediately cut his nephew off. "Not in a million years! The Tin Miss saved me, thus earned my respect. It was Jesse who done it."
"Jesse?" He knew that name. Who she was. The one that Riley was conspiring with.
"She's from the future. She's also the one who killed Riley." Derek explained simply.
Both John and Sarah went wide eyes. "And how do you know she was the one who did it?" John asked his uncle.
"She admitted it herself. She went berserk, thinking she was Cameron." Derek indicated towards the girl in the other room. "She was acting like a fucking nutjob, trying to shoot her in the middle of a café, putting innocent people at risk."
"And what happened to your psychotic girlfriend?" Sarah quipped with venom.
Derek's eyes dropped to the floor as what transpired an hour ago, came flooding back into his memory. The moment when he squeezed that trigger and then… "She's dead. I killed her."
"Why did you kill her? We could've interrogated her for some information. She may have been a gray. Who knows?" Sarah asked angrily.
"She was not a gray!" Derek spat. Sarah was taken back at his sudden outburst. "She had nothing against John, just against Cameron! I didn't know that she was lying to me the whole time about future John and Tin Miss! I believed her and wanted Cameron gone from John's life! But then….."
"Then what?" Sarah blared impatiently.
"I was kidnapped by that psycho machine! It tried to manipulate me, tell me things that made me mad, initially! But then…. then I understood."
"What are you trying to say Derek?" Sarah asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Will you just let me explain!?" Derek inquired in frustration. Sarah still glared at the soldier, but backed away for now.
"Derek….."
"There is no hope without her!" Derek said this very quickly. "There, I said it!"
"What?!"
"What are you saying, Derek?" John intervened.
"I killed the woman I loved for you people! I killed Jesse for Cameron, because I understood the fucking truth about her! I don't know if we can stop Judgement Day. But if we can't, then she," he pointed at the table again, "is the only one who can help you defeat Skynet. No one else can, because without her, there is no hope!"
Sarah crossed her arms unamused. "You're talking about Cameron." Derek simply nodded. "Why?"
Derek paced around the room, taking a minute to compose himself, and calm down. "Look Sarah, there are a lot of things you don't know. I promise that I will explain everything later. But right now we need to focus on saving this girl."
"Derek, this isn't Cameron! You brought a girl in our safehouse who looks just like her. We don't know anything about her. For all we know she can be working for Skynet. You took a major risk bringing her here. Not just on John, but all of us." Sarah ranted in frustration. By the condition Derek brought her here in, she immediately knew that this wasn't the machine they spent months with. She wasn't even a machine at all.
Now John was irritated. He knew that his mother meant well and wanted him safe. But sometimes her paranoia got out of hand, and she stopped being the future leader's mother, and the crazy woman that ranted about machines to everyone. "She isn't a machine, mom! If she was, Uncle Bob would've told us so. Stop being so damn paranoid!"
"We should try to help her right now. I get a feeling that she is here for a reason and she knows something which we don't." Derek agreed.
Sarah just sighed heavily. She knew John and Derek were right. This girl was indeed not a machine. A machine wouldn't have bled like that from a bullet wound. She is clearly human. But the questions are: Who is she? Why is she here? And most of all why she looks exactly like Cameron? This is beyond coincidence, without a doubt.
After a few minutes of painful silence, Uncle Bob came walking into the room, holding the girl in his arms. "For the moment, she is stable. I am going to move her to a more comfortable room."
"First door on the right." Sarah acknowledged the machine. Uncle Bob nodded once in confirmation and stiffly walked up the stairs with ease. At least Cameron's room would finally be of use, instead of posing as a cover for when they had company over.
After another moment, Uncle Bob came walking back downstairs, his huge arms covered in dry blood. "We have a major problem." He announced stoically.
Everyone turned to him with confusion. "Problem?"
"It appears that the bullet used to wound this girl was manufactured locally."
"How about in English?" Derek asked in annoyance.
Uncle Bob only slightly tilted his head in misunderstanding at Derek's sarcasm, but took notice soon after, and continued. "I mean that it's possible that whoever made the bullet, was homemade and extremely unstable. It ended up splitting into two large fragments and lodged themselves deep within her abdomen."
"Meaning?"
"The first one was shallow enough for me to take out with ease, but the second fragment is located near an artery. If she moves like she did when I was removing the first…" Uncle Bob paused. "Imminent death will most likely occur."
"You would probably enjoy that wouldn't you?" Derek hissed at the cyborg.
Uncle Bob shook his head. "I don't want anything. I overheard your conversation. If there is something she needs to tell us, then it's in our best interests if we do in fact keep her alive for now."
Well at least Bob still kept the same morals I implemented into him when I was thirteen, John thought to himself.
"So what do we do?" Sarah then asked the machine.
"I can't do anything until I have proper equipment. Without anaesthetic, and a proper oxygen pump, it will prove very difficult, if not impossible to fix the damage."
"We need a hospital." Derek nodded in agreement, and stood up. He grabbed his handgun from the back of his jeans, and checked it for a fresh clip.
John stood up, and walked over to the soldier, with a hardened look engraved on his face. "Derek, we're not robbing a hospital!" he shouted in anger.
"John, he may have a point." Sarah disagreed.
"No, he doesn't!" John shook his head. "That's not who we are!"
"They are right, John," Bob also strongly agreed. "There is no other way."
"There is always another way!" In a fit of rage, John slammed his fist into the nearby bookshelf, with most of the shelf's contents shaking violently, threatening to fall. The room fell silent as everyone just stared at the future leader.
Sarah walked up to her son, and lightly placed her hand on his shoulder. "John, listen to me. Right now, we have to do whatever we can. I know you want this girl alive as much as…. As much as Cameron." That name stung, but he knew it was true. It may not be something he was comfortable with, but under given circumstances, and under time restraint. There was only one option they had right now. John nodded bleakley, and calmed himself. With some relief, Sarah looked back at the T-800 and Derek. "Do we even have a plan?"
In response, both Derek and Uncle Bob looked at each other in uncertainty.
"We could always just force our way in." Derek proposed.
"Yeah? Why not call the police and tell them we're on our way while we're at it?" Sarah scoffed in response to Derek's suggestion.
"I may have an idea."
Everyone's eyes fell upon the T-800 whom stepped forward, and listened intently. "Terminating or forcing our way into government owned property isn't wise. Unlike Cyberdyne, emergency care systems have set codes, as well as security to protect any occupants."
"What do you suggest?" Sarah inquired. She had to admit that she was surprised to hear this machine suggest a plan that didn't involve terminating. This in fact had to be the one from 1997. The one that John did teach the value of human life.
"A city wide blackout will serve as a distraction to any EMT personal, as well as authority. People will get hurt, and possibly die from this. But it's our only choice if Cameron Phillips' human counterpart is to survive."
Derek nodded in confirmation. "So we cut the power and-"
"And we steal supplies while doctors are busy with all the new admitted patients," John finished.
"Correct." Uncle Bob affirmed.
It was a brilliant plan, but the thought of possibly being responsible for more human lives didn't sit well for him. But he had to admit that for the first time, Bob didn't suggest a tactic to directly taking innocent lives. He mentally berated himself. There wasn't enough time to be going back and forth between the right thing to do, and the only thing to do. There was only one choice and the other didn't involve Cameron's human double, surviving. This girl needed to survive. He desperately needed answers as to why she looks the way she does. Maybe there was closure to what happened to her, he didn't know. There was just that itchy feeling in him that pushed him into saving this girl.
"Alright. Let's go." John made his way for the door, but was immediately stopped by his mother whom whirled him around.
"John, you're not going. Me and Derek will go handle this. I need you to stay here with Uncle Bob."
Before John could have a chance to interject, it was Uncle Bob who stepped forward again, and shook his head. "Cameron's counterpart has lost a significant amount of blood. With your blood type being O Negative, I need you here to ensure that she has a longer time span." He then looked at the young leader. "And John I cannot let you go unprotected."
"Guess that leaves me then." Derek muttered.
John wanted to lash out of frustration but he decided against it. "Look, I understand you have to protect me and I am too important and stuff like that, but I need to do this. For this girl. We need to know what she knows. I will be with Derek and I will be perfectly safe with him."
"John-" Bob was about to say, before being rudely interrupted by John.
"There is no time for sitting here arguing! That girl is dying and Derek needs help. If I'm going to be this great leader, then I sure as hell am going to need to take my first steps."
Uncle Bob was reluctant at first, but he eventually gave, and pulled out a handgun before handing it to John. "Here. I won't be able to protect you, but this should allow you to protect yourself."
John took the weapon, and gave the machine a simple nod. They all made their way outside, to the truck, where John and Derek began loading it up with necessary equipment. Uncle Bob made them a list of specifics, as well as a detailed hand drawing of each needed item. Before departure, Sarah engulfed her son in a tight hug. "You better be careful."
"Don't worry, mom," John assured his mother. "We'll be fine."
Although she didn't like sending her son out on a mission like this, she forced a smile, and looked over to Derek, where her expression hardened. "If anything happens to him, just know that I will see to it that you end up in a worse place than Cameron's double."
"Geez! Sarah, you and Cameron are always so overprotective of John. Let him grow up. Let him be the man he will be in the future, the one who will lead us to victory." Derek tried to lighten the mood. If nothing terrified the soldier even more, it was the fact that the T-800 seconded her statement.
"We'll be okay, mom." John reassured Sarah once more. "Let's go, Derek." With that said, and their mission set into motion, Derek and John both hopped into the black truck, and pulled out of the driveway, where they headed for their first destination, on the way to the hospital. One minor objective they first needed to accomplish.
With a sigh Sarah sat down beside the bed in Cameron's room where the Tin Miss' human twin lay unconscious and the T-800 was checking her condition. She had to take care of Savannah first so she could come here and help if anything needed. This girl will die unless John and Derek can get the much needed equipment from the hospital. She looked at the face of the unconscious girl lying on the bed. She seemed peaceful. Sarah would never admit this to anyone; but she misses Cameron. She was used to her presence in her home. It's true that she never liked the fact that her son: John, was always so close to her but without her knowledge; Cameron: a terminator, had gained her respect, and if she dare to say… her affection?
No! Absolutely not! No way!
"When will she wake up?" Sarah asked the T-800.
"She is in a drug induced coma. She won't be waking up anytime soon." The T-800 answered.
"What the hell is she doing here? Why is there a human version of Cameron?" Sarah inquired in puzzlement. Everything about her is so similar, yet so… different. Her hair seemed a bit longer than Cameron's. Hell, she was sure she saw scars across her arms and torso when changing her into some more comfortable clothes. Something Cameron could probably never have was the ability to attain scars and other human characteristics. Physically at least.
"Do you know who this girl is by any chance? Don't you have like any files or something on her?" Sarah asked the T-800.
"No. I have no files on her." Uncle Bob replied.
"So we're gonna have to wait till she wakes up?" Sarah asked.
"If she survives, yes." Uncle Bob answered. "There is also the device she had on her person when arriving. When this over I am going to see what information it holds."
Sarah just nodded in acceptance, and looked over at the girl. She was a complete stranger, yet she didn't feel like one. Maybe it was because she had the face of a cyborg that she became so acquainted with over the past few months. Or maybe it was she had a connection to not just Cameron, but to them? She wasn't sure, but either way, they'd have to find out. Her being here was no mistake- no coincidence. She was here for a reason and Sarah wondered how much Cameron changed in the future from which that deadly machine came.
LOS ANGELES, 2019 A.D.
John Connor tried to remember the world the way it used to be. The way it once was, before it was engulfed in nuclear fire. The sounds, the sights, the smells. It made not just him, but everyone who survived J-Day, take it for granted. But it was getting harder for him to remember with every passing day. So many different stories of defeat and so many faces of death….. Those gleaming metal skulls, those red glowing eyes that meant death.
Several T-600s, with their attached Gatling guns, were tearing apart the resistance fighters. It was not only about the T-600 but also the T7-T: machines like spiders equipped with heavy Gatling guns themselves, Aerostats: flying drones with deadly fire power and the Hunter Killers. During the early days of the war, Skynet had not invented plasma weaponry. It wouldn't for another few years. Even then, it would be a while before the Resistance ever got their hands on the technology. But one thing remained constant: No matter what humans did to stop the machines, it was never enough. Humans lose more than they win.
Remembering the way things used to be…. It gave him hope. But the truth was, he was starting to lose faith. They came here to destroy a Skynet base but it turned out to be a trap. When they scouted the area there were only a handful of T-600s guarding the entrances. But as soon as the fight started, he saw hundreds of terminators coming out from the Skynet base. Skynet knew they were coming so it laid a trap. What was originally expected to be an ambush by the Resistance, quickly turned into a slaughter fest. The tables were turned so quickly, it almost made his own head spin.
It was not easy to survive. But somehow, John Connor survived. He saw several soldiers fall to their death at the hands of the machines. He ducked behind a crumpled down wall, and ran inside a destroyed school bus. It gave him slight cover. His eyes roamed to find a way to get to a position with better cover but before he could do that, he was already spotted by an Aerostat.
Narrowly missing the bullets by rolling away at the right time he unloaded the entire clip of his SCAR-H on the drone. The drone busted into several pieces as he reloaded his rifle. He thanked his training silently, and of course he had….no has a good teacher. Well, not good, actually the very best. Luckily the machines were still vulnerable to bullet projectiles.
At that very moment he heard something coming towards him. In the next quick second, he dived to the ground and pressed himself up against a wall. Just a second later, an HK appeared out of nowhere, and went straight for the Resistance helicopter, that was providing air support in the battle against Skynet's machines. John fired his gun at the HK but it was useless. The HK easily shot down the chopper out of the air and John had to dive away as the chopper crashed down right where he was just moments ago.
"You alright, Connor?" A resistance soldier asked looking at John.
John got on his feet immediately. "I'm fine." He reported.
"Okay, good. We need to get the hell outta here. Let's go. Let's go." The soldier named Richard Smith, ordered his team. "Follow me, Connor!"
John followed his leader. They ran through burnt and destroyed buildings for evacuation site.
"We've just declared emergency evacuation. All south side units regroup at the Strand Hotel for evacuation. North side units head for….." Then all was static in the radio.
"Guess they're calling it. It's about time, we're getting slaughtered down here." Smith mumbled.
There were few more soldiers waiting for them where John arrived with Smith.
"Sir, am I glad to see you. Command's ordering an evacuation and I think that we…" One of the soldiers greeted Smith but he cut the soldier off.
"Yeah, yeah. We know. It won't take long to reach the hotel." Smith said.
"Have you seen how many Aerostats and spiders are out there?!" A female Asian soldier named Blair Williams asked. She seemed both surprised and annoyed that they are trying to go through that route despite so much danger.
Smith held up his hands to quiet her. "Just keep your heads down and stick to cover. It'll be fine." He assured. Then he looked at the soldiers under his command. "You boys and girls ready? Let's do this!"
They only moved a few feet and was attacked by a couple of Aerostats. They took the machines down and got out of the building into the streets of Los Angeles….. Or what was left of it. More accurately the ruins of the city. John looked around and spotted several dead bodies of the resistance fighters lying in the street. They had to stop dead in their tracks as the road was blocked completely.
"There's no way we can go through that mess." One soldier said.
"Then let's find another way around. First let's get off the street." Smith said and begin to lead his team through the ruins of the buildings.
Again they were ambushed by several Aerostats. John knew he was running low on ammo on his SCAR, so he pulled out his Remington shotgun. Single shots from that shotgun were enough to destroy those drones.
"Nice shooting, Connor." Smith praised.
"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" Williams asked John with genuine interest.
John smiled slightly. "I had the best teachers."
"Like who?" Williams asked. She was now really curious.
Three days ago a stranger named John Connor appeared out of nowhere and enlisted himself in the Resistance. Of course he had to prove himself, and he passed the test without any problems. She saw him doing his test, and since then she was meaning to ask him a few questions: Where did he learn to shoot like that? Those reflexes, speed and agility, how did he master them?
"This is no time for chit chat Williams. We need to move now." Smith said. "Stay quiet and stick to cover, we will be fine."
Williams turned away from John after giving him a look which said that she was not done with her questions. They moved through the ruins silently and slowly.
"How old are you Connor?" The soldier named Blaise asked.
"Why? Are you going to ask him out on a date?" His fellow soldier named Weize asked jokingly.
John smiled. "I am 23 most probably. It's hard to keep count of the dates now a days."
"Judging by your age and skills I presume that you got your training when you were much younger than nineteen. Where did you learn all those things? Even the best of our fighters can't do what you can and they are in the resistance from the beginning." Williams asked again.
John knew she won't let go of this topic easily. So, he answered as honestly as he could. "As I told you, I had the two best teachers who taught me how to fight the machines, how to hide from them, how to survive."
"That's not an answer Connor." Williams insisted.
"That's all I can tell you, at least for now." John said.
"Very well." Williams huffed and walked away beside Smith.
"She is a feisty one, isn't she?" Weize said.
"Maybe. Armed, dangerous and drop dead gorgeous." Blaire murmured in awe. His eyes were locked on the backside of Williams.
His friend chuckled noticing his stare. "Drop it man. She doesn't even look at you."
"Well, a man got to try. What do you say Connor?" Blaise asked.
John looked at Blaise and thought for a moment before answering. "I don't know…I just never had to try." He murmured to himself.
"What?" Blaise asked.
"We are almost there." Smith said.
At that moment Williams yelled, "Endo ahead!" and dove for cover.
John found a cover too but the rest of them weren't so lucky. They were gunned down by the approaching T-600 in a matter of seconds.
The T-600 had spotted John and immediately it recognized him as John Connor. Its mission priority changed immediately. John knew the T-600 had spotted him and will target him giving William a chance to survive.
"Williams, don't move out of cover. Let it approach me." John ordered.
"Are you crazy?" Williams asked in disbelief because if she doesn't move the T-600 will come and snap John's neck or both of theirs.
"Do as I say if you want to live." John said.
"If you die I am blaming this on you Connor." She yelled from her cover.
"Don't worry…..I won't die." John murmured to himself.
He peeked slightly from cover and saw the machine moving towards him. With one quick roll he was out of his cover and shot the floor at the feet of the T-600 with the grenade launcher of his SCAR-H. The floor crumbled and the machine fell down through the hole.
Williams was really surprised at John. "How did you spot that weak point on the floor?" Williams asked.
"Out of many trainings I took, this was one of the most important. Someone once told me: If you cannot take on your enemy head on, use the environment to your advantage." John said.
"That was a nice piece of advice you got back then." Williams said.
"It was a necessary piece of advice to survive against the machines." John agreed.
"By the way you talk about the machines, it appears as if you knew about them long before Judgement Day even arrived." Williams asked with suspicion.
"Maybe." He checked the bodies for any sign of life but there was none. Sighing he left them behind and moved towards the evacuation site with Williams at his toe.
They met two more soldiers ahead waiting for them: O'Grady and Rogers. The two saw only John and Williams. "Connor. Williams. Where are the others?" Rogers asked.
"Terminator. T-600." Williams answered.
"Damn machines." Rogers cursed. "Come on let's keep moving."
"Did you kill it?" O'Grady asked.
"No. It will be back." John said.
"Then, let's get out of here before it comes back. This way. Everyone is up here." Rogers pointed to the building to their left.
There were two more soldiers up there inside the building.
"Well, I'll be! I was sure as sunrise you all were dead." A soldier named Peters commented.
"Some of us are dead!" John spat angrily.
"Whoa! Connor! I meant no disrespect." Peters apologized immediately.
"Easy, John." Williams said by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Well, Peters! Where are the choppers?"
"Choppers? There are no choppers. The area is too hot. We're gonna go by truck. Head south to where it's safer and evac from there." Peters answered.
"Are you kidding me? We will go by the road in a truck? It's damn too risky. The noise will attract the machines, no doubt." Williams said angrily.
"If you don't like it, you can stay here Williams and have chat with the machines. What? Do you think I am doing this for fun? We have no choice." Peters replied angrily too.
"It's true the area is too hot for the choppers to land here." Rogers agreed with Peters.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go." O'Grady said.
"Wait." John stopped them. "Can you hear that?"
"Hear what? Oh….Shit! HK! Aerostats! Get down!" Peters yelled as he spotted an HK coming towards them.
John quickly grabbed the RPG lying on the floor and begin to ready it.
"Get it distracted! But don't expose yourself!" John ordered.
"Aye! Aye! Connor!" Peters said.
With the others distracting the HK and the Aerostats, John had no difficulty shooting down the lonely HK. But he almost ran out of ammo for RPG. That thing was tough.
"Nice shooting Connor." Williams said.
John acknowledged her praise. "Let's cross over." He indicated towards the side where the trucks are waiting for them.
But as soon as they got to the other building one of its wall exploded and in came a T-600 with a minigun in hand. John could tell that it was the very same one that was hunting them earlier by seeing its damaged legs.
"Terminator! Get to cover!" Williams warned the others.
It was a grave situation because every one of them was almost out of ammo including John.
"What do we do? How do we take that thing out?" Rogers asked.
"It's no good running either. It will take us down in a second." Peters added.
"John?" Williams asked looking at John for his decision.
John had no answer because he was helpless too. How could he save himself and the others without any ammo? The T-600 will not go down easy.
"I won't die like this. Not like this." O'Grady muttered under his breath.
"It's getting close." Rogers warned.
"Shit!" Peters cursed after ducking down behind cover.
The T-600 was almost on them ready to terminate its targets but most precisely John. John was considering about risking himself and distracting the machine so others could get the opportunity to get to the trucks. He knew it is a stupid idea, like she would say, but he really has no choice right now. It's either him or all of them.
"Listen! I will distract it! You guys run like hell while I get its attention." John said.
"No! Are you crazy John? You will get yourself killed." Williams disagreed completely.
"Do you have a better plan? No. It's better it will be just me than all of us together." John replied calmly.
"He is right, Williams. I don't like this, but we have no choice." Peters said.
"Fuck you asshole!" Williams said to Peters. "I am not going without you, John." She replied looking back towards John.
"Blaire! Don't argue! Go!" John snapped.
John was about to run out of cover to distract the machine but at that moment the T-600 stumbled back from a gunshot. Next someone kicked the minigun out of its hands and fired three more shots at its skull. The machine tumbled back more and sparks begin to fly out of its metallic head. Another shot and the side of its skull exploded rendering it offline permanently.
Everyone's eyes widened and looked at their savior. A young woman with shoulder length brown hair with chocolate eyes was standing there with a Remington shotgun in her hands. Aside from the large earrings on both her ears, she was wearing a very faded purple colored jacket over a blue shirt, a dark jeans and knee length black boots.
"Whoa!" That was the first thing that came out of Peter's mouth which was hanging wide open.
The others specially the men kept staring at the young woman but she didn't even acknowledge their gawking. Her eyes were solely focused on one person.
O'Grady elbowed his partner Rogers. "Who is she dude? She is… She is gorgeous."
"That's we all want to know and stop staring, you are looking like a fool." Rogers whispered back.
"Who are you?" It was Blaire Williams who asked the question to the young woman.
The young woman looked at Blaire who was standing beside John. "My name is Cameron. Cameron Connor."
"Connor?" Blaire asked. Everyone was surprised too at her last name. "Is she…?"
"She's my wife." John answered with a smile.
Immediately the expression on William's face turned a little disappointed but she quickly composed herself.
"Oh! I see." Williams mumbled dejectedly.
"We don't have time to waste. Skynet already knows we are here, more machines will come to hunt us down." Cameron said.
"Yes." The others agreed and walked towards the jeeps mounted with HMG's.
Cameron was lingering behind with John. She seemed hesitant about something. John knew this from years of seeing her, knowing her. "You want to say something Cam?" John asked.
"Are you okay John?" She asked the question finally.
John smiled. Her over-protectiveness will never go away, not because it is her mission but the reason is that she loves him, cares for him.
"I am alright, Cam." John said.
"Okay." She seemed satisfied with his answer and was ready to follow the others towards the jeeps. But John quickly turned her around, snaked his arms around her waist and brought her close so they were almost nose to nose. Their eyes locked on each other and all they could see was each other.
"This is not the appropriate time, John." Cameron protested slightly with her hands on his chest.
"I know. It's just that I missed you." John said with a smile and lowered his head to capture her lips in a sweet kiss. She didn't protest but quickly ended their romantic moment because sometimes John can be…..John. She quickly hurried away but John saw the hint of pink on her cheeks before she turned away. It meant she liked it, no matter what she said to him. With a small grin on his face he followed her towards the jeeps which were waiting for them.
PRESENT TIME
If anything John thought was wrong, doing what he and his uncle were about to do was probably gonna take the cake. He wasn't sure what a city wide blackout was gonna do to the city's inhabitants, but he was sure that it wasn't gonna be pretty.
"John, I need you to flash the light here," Derek ordered.
He followed his uncle's command, and shined the flashlight just right where Derek could see the inner workings of the power turbine that ran the whole electrical grid. He undid the small power box, and started pulling wires from their places, and began cutting where he thought was needed.
After a few minutes, he was down to one last wire that he was sure, was the one that would do the trick. But instead, when he used his boot knife to cut the wire, the whole building went off with loud sirens blaring around them.
"What the hell did you do!?" John shouted at his uncle.
"Me? I tried to cut the power!" Derek shot back.
"Oh, and it worked just great, didn't it?" John loudly, yet sarcastically said.
"Okay, we need to find whatever the hell can shut this damn thing up!" Derek explained. "Find some console or whatever is used on this place!"
Both quickly, and frantically, John and Derek began searching the dimly lit room, trying to find a way to cut the deafening alarm. But after a minute, they both rushed back to each other, looking at one another in defeat.
"Did you find anything!?" Derek inquired.
"No!" John shook his head. "What about you!?"
"Nope!" Derek agreed. He looked around, where his eyes fell on the power generator, and his toolbag next to it. "We need to shut that bloody thing off, or I'm gonna need hearing aids!"
Also looking at the toolbag, an idea came to his head. Something that screamed at him as it was guiding him, and telling him what to do. "I may have an idea!"
John pushed past Derek, and withdrew a socket wrench from the toolbag, where he dropped it in the accelerated turbine, and jumped back. There was long tumbling sound, followed by metal twisting and turning, before it bursts into flames, and the whole room they were in, went dark.
"How the hell did you even think of that?" Derek asked a little louder than expected. John concluded that it was probably due to the alarm.
"I don't know. It just came to mind." John shrugged in truth. He wasn't sure what that small voice told him. Almost as if it were guiding him.
Derek peeked in the flame broiling turbine, and winced at the smoke hitting his face, and began to cough. "Damn. That was my favorite wrench, too." He closed his toolbag and grabbed slung it around his shoulder. "Alright, John, let's get outta here while we can."
John nodded in agreement, and the two immediately left the city's power plant, and drove away to their next destination on their complicated, and time sensitive mission.
CONNOR HOUSE
Uncle Bob was observing Allison unblinkingly. Sarah had dozed off for sitting idly in the chair beside the bed where Cameron's doppelganger lay. So far she almost looked peaceful. But that was only due to the drugs that he gave her to help the pain. It was mostly quiet.
However, Sarah couldn't sleep for long, as the presence of the machine would immediately wake her. It wasn't that she didn't trust the machine, it was just that to her, the face was still a monster that haunted her for years. Deep down she knew Uncle Bob was good. Even going as far as to give up being a Terminator and adopt morals and ethics on the value of human life. After John told him to, he stopped killing, he did. When he couldn't smile, John taught him how to. Although she probably wasn't gonna get a decent night's rest, at least this was a machine she could trust somewhat.
"What's taking them so long!?" Sarah asked tiredly. Already it seemed that the sun was beginning to set soon, only leaving a few hours of daylight left. Now she was beginning to worry about them, and neither John, nor Derek answered their phones. She hated being left in the dark like this. Not knowing if her son was alright, and not lying in a ditch somewhere. She hoped that wasn't the case.
"With the power grid being shut down, it is more than likely they are experiencing trouble in traffic." Bob answered stoically.
"You think I don't know that?" Sarah sarcastically acknowledged Bob's statement.
"No. I don't think that." Uncle Bob denied with the shake of his head.
Suddenly, the two were interrupted from their conversation, when the girl in the bed began to start shaking, and moving rapidly, as a seizure began to ensue. Uncle Bob and Sarah immediately ran over to the girl and held her down; more specifically around the wound, so that she wouldn't hurt herself further, and cause even more blood loss.
"What the hell is going on!?" Sarah demanded frantically.
"It appears she is convulsing. There is nothing we can do but make sure she doesn't cause further injuries to her wound." Uncle Bob explained calmly.
"We need to help her! We can't just leave her like this!" Sarah pressed angrily. "What else can we do!?"
"There is nothing we can do, Sarah. We can only wait till this subsides." After a few moments, the convulsions started to die down, and the girl began to relax, while also going back into an unconscious state. However, the two's attention diverted downwards, to the girl's bandage, where both saw a large bloodstained that was seeping through. Uncle Bob removed it, and saw that even more blood appeared to be seeping it's way from her system. "The movements must have caused further injury. I am not sure to what extent, however."
Uncle Bob had Sarah put more pressure on the wound, while he began to attempt to make repairs inside her stomach, trying to do what very little he could in the time they had, and within their ability. Luckily, the T-800 was able to slow the blood loss quite significantly, and began to wrap a fresh bandage around her stomach once more.
"How long till she does something like that again?" Sarah inquired with an out of breath tone. All the exertion made her quite tired, as she had spent most of her time giving this girl her blood. Now she was gonna have to give even more. She definitely could use a sandwich right now.
"I can't predict when the seizures will return, but it's a high possibility that it could occur within the next few hours if Derek Reese, and John Connor don't return."
Sarah looked at the ground in defeat. "And what do we do if they don't return in time?"
"Death," Bob almost immediately answered. "Either that or I attempt to work on her without the equipment."
"And what is the likelihood that she will even survive the procedure?" Sarah asked.
"There is an 86.7 percent chance that she will die during the procedure." The machine answered simply.
"And with the equipment?'
"89.9 percent chance of survival."
Sarah looked back at the bed, and at the girl. Seeing Cameron die would break John even more. Even if this girl wasn't her, she still had the Tin Miss' face. It would destroy her son to have her die and him knowing that he was responsible for not returning in time to save her. "If they aren't back in one hour, then do what you must. We don't have a choice."
Uncle Bob simply nodded in acceptance, and went back to vigilantly watching the girl. Sarah left the room, and stumbled her way into the kitchen. She saw Savannah sitting at the table, coloring into a book. She opened the refrigerator, and began to look for any source of food to rebuild her strength. So far a sandwich could be made. She wasn't a big fan of the classic Turkey and ham sandwiches that John made, but it was better than nothing, and passing out every so often. She grabbed all the needed condiments and such, and took them to the table, where she sat opposite of Savannah, and began to put her sandwich together.
"Is she gonna be okay?" The little girl asked softly, in a timid tone.
Sarah looked up, and forced a smile. She didn't want to lie, but telling her the truth would be horrible for any little girl to hear. "Of course, honey. She is just hurt."
"Maybe Mr. Gruffly can make her better?" Savannah proposed. She attempted to hand Sarah the plush toy, where she gently pushed it back.
"How about you give it to her when she wakes up?" Sarah smiled kindly. Savannah just nodded in excitement, and went back to her coloring book.
Sarah continued to make her sandwich, all while mentally berating herself for what she just said. There was a strong chance that this girl would be dead before morning. She wouldn't be able to give that stuffed giraffe to her, thus proving her as lying to Savannah. John and Derek needed to return soon. Otherwise… otherwise this day was about to become a pretty bad day for everyone.
As they pulled up to the nearest hospital, both John and Derek came to a sudden halt as the parking lots were beyond filled; paramedics aiding some injured people outside; and a line extended all the way from the lobby through the emergency room drop off. They did do it, but at what cost exactly? Most injuries appeared to be that of the city stop lights going out at the wrong time, thus causing both minor, and life threatening accidents. It was possible that there were some casualties, and they were responsible for it. All of this pain. But they had their mission. There was no turning back now.
"You good?" Derek asked with concern. He could tell that John was nervous. That all too familiar face he knew his General would make when he was overthinking a situation.
John broke out of his daze, and looked at his uncle, to which he nodded. "Let's get this over with." Without another word, John got out of the vehicle, and Derek followed soon after.
As they neared the front lobby, the line appeared to be even longer. There was no getting in like this. Too many people were ahead of them, and it wasn't like they were more important. If he and John were going to get inside, they needed a plan. A good one.
Derek looked around, trying to think on the spot, just trying to come up with some genius, and revolutionary plan to get inside immediately. His eyes diverged down to his gun, in which he pulled out, and looked at with intent. It was in fact the weapon he used on Jesse, but maybe there was another use? Going in like a mad man and demand that they have medical supplies? No, of course not. That was just plain out stupid, and he knew it. There was most likely police in the building, if not, armed security. He needed a different plan. One that didn't involve harming, or threatening anyone.
Then there was a plan he was considering, as he looked down at his feet. Something he knew all too well, being a soldier from the future. When he would drink the most potent, Judgement Day moonshine, and get drunk off his ass; only to find that he was stupid enough to mistake his damn foot as a rat and shoot it with contempt that it would become dinner. Let's say he was glad that the moonshine was strong enough.
But sadly, there was no situation where he would be drinking J-Day moonshine, and there was no accidental foot shooting.
John's gaze followed Derek's down to his boots where he looked with confusion. "What are you thinking?" The only response Derek gave was a smirk, mixed with reluctance.
"God dammit! Why did you let me do that!?" Derek hissed. John just ignored his uncle's estranged ramblings, and guided him inside the hospital lobby, with Derek's arm slung around his shoulders. As they entered, they were met with stares, and even people cursing at them for cutting in line. John didn't let that bother him one bit, as he rushed to one of the nearest nurses, who turned around and saw the two limping up to her.
She dropped what she was doing, and rushed over to Derek and John, meeting them halfway. "What happened here?"
"My uncle accidentally shot himself in the foot." John answered with a small smirk creeping up on his lips. Never would he forget the fear that Derek had when he aimed the gun at his own foot.
"And why would he do such a thing?" The nurse inquired with suspicion.
John looked at Derek, not exactly knowing what to say. "Uhhh, he got scared and tried to shoot a large rat. The rat is okay, but his foot not so much."
Derek only glared at John in response, but didn't say anything. Guess this was their lie, even though his reason was practically the same for doing the first time.
The nurse simply nodded in acceptance, and brought a wheelchair to Derek, in which he took a seat in. The nurse began to push Derek down the dark hallway, and straight into a room, where the only light came from the open window. Immediately, she got to work on Derek's foot, and began to closely examine it. "Luckily it went straight through, but your bleeding quite a bit, Mr…?"
"Chandler." John instead answered. "I'm his nephew, John."
"Okay, Mr. Chandler, I will be right back with some proper supplies to patch you right up." She stood up, and grabbed some nearby gause, and wrapped it around his foot. "Keep pressure on this, otherwise you will lose a significant amount of blood." With that, she left the room, leaving John and Derek alone.
As soon as the door closed, John spoke. "Shooting yourself? That was your great big idea?"
"Hey, you could have stopped me!" Derek loudly mentioned. "And it worked, didn't it!?"
"Yeah, but we already have a person shot at home. Adding to that list doesn't make it better, Derek!"
"What choice did I have? We can't afford to wait much longer, because we need to get the hell out of here before the power returns." Derek lashed out at John but immediately regretted it when he saw the look of anguish on his face. He understood, John was angry because he was concerned. Because his nephew cared for him. He couldn't blame him though, he recently lost someone who was closest to him. Yeah, Derek knew how much he cared for Cameron, he was not dumb. Maybe that was why he shot himself in the foot in the first place? For this Cameron lookalike?
"Look John. I am sorry. But we need to do, for the reason we came here. I'm fine, go get those items off the list so we can get the hell outta here before they decide to ask even more questions." Derek explained in a calm simple manner. He handed him the paper that contained the names, and detailed drawings provided by none other than Uncle Bob. John accepted, and slipped out of the room, leaving Derek alone, holding his own foot like an idiot who shot himself.
Down the hall, John casually pushed passed the hospital medical staff, looking for the room where everything would be located in. Sadly, he knew next to nothing about hospitals, considering this was the first one he's ever been in. Everything was so foreign, and so complex, that he even had a hard time finding a quick exit for him and Derek.
Eventually John found what appeared to be the supplies room. But what he found was that there were several nurses and other practitioners entering and leaving the room. Never could he just walk in there and take what he needed. They would surely kick him out, or worse. Call the police. He needed another route to get in. An idea. John paced around, trying to brainstorm a quick plan that would prove successful in his mission in getting into that room. Everything he needed was in there, and he needed to be quick.
John walked down the hall, looking in both directions, until he found a back entrance sealed off for employees only. He snuck past, through the door, and ended up in an entirely empty, and dark hallway. He managed to navigate his way into a room that by his guess, was the staff lockers. A place where they could safely keep their belongings until the day was over. There also appeared to be a changing room, specifically used for the staff members to discreetly change if necessary. Along with that, John even came across a rack full of neatly folded clothes and other necessary garments.
Quickly he found a pair of scrubs that fit him, along with a doctor's white lab coat, and began to get dressed. Once done, he exited the locker room, and back into the public hallways, where he saw more hospital staff rushing to any citizens aid.
He snuck past everyone and made a straight beeline back to the supplies room, and went inside, just as two more nurses left. Immediately, he grabbed a bag from the shelf and took the supplies that were written on his list, taking the percussions to make sure that they were indeed the correct items needed. Without going too much into detail, John finally had everything that he needed. That is, besides the fact that medicine wasn't in abundance in this particular room. He would need to find some anesthesia for this girl if Uncle Bob is to start working on her wound without her being in so much agony. He didn't want that for her, so his next task was to find that room.
John shed the coat, and hit the bag of supplies in a nearby Janitorial utility cart, and began to push for the far end of the massive hospital, looking specifically for the room.
Luckily, it didn't take long as he almost immediately found it. But the problem was, that it was locked. He looked down and saw that it was closed, and could only be opened through a key card, which he definitely didn't have.
Unless he was very strong, or had a terminator with him, he wasn't getting inside. He needed to get ahold of a staff member's card, so that he could get in. After waiting a few moments, he waited for anyone to come walking by so that she could incapacitate them. It would require hurting someone, but it was a small price to pay for some answers on who this Cameron lookalike is. Where she came from.
After a few minutes or so, someone finally came around the corner, and John came rushing up to the man, where he thrusted a sharp scalpel against his neck, implying that he said a single word, or moved a muscle, he would be dead before he could blink. "I need access to this room. You're gonna get me inside. Give me your card."
"The power is out, man! It can't be opened through a keycard." The man answered in a low tone.
"Then how do I get inside?" John asked threateningly. Again, he thrushes the blade closer against the man's skin for added effect.
"I'm a locksmith. I can get you inside." The man replied. "Just please don't kill me."
John accepted, and let go of the man, to which he immediately pulled his gun on him, to show that he if he decided to double cross him, he wasn't messing around. The locksmith began his work on opening the automated door, occasionally looking over at John with timidness. The cold hard stare in his eyes as he looked at him, and behind him, looking for anyone else passing by. He wasn't sure what a young person, such as he, was planning. All he knew was that it was possible that this kid could probably shoot him and not give a damn about it.
After a minute, the locksmith had the door opened, and slowly stood up. Before he even had a chance to face John again, and ask what was next for him, John had swung the butt of the handgun at his nose with such force, that he was immediately rendered unconscious.
John quickly checked the pulse of the man, to make sure he was still breathing, and left him there after he made sure that man was alive. John quickly went into the room where he began checking the shelves for anesthesia. After meticulously searching the labels, he found it easily and quickly inserted a few bottles of anesthesia in the trolley.
He pushed the trolley outside and towards their car. No one noticed him amongst the chaos.
Uncle Bob's plan is working perfectly. He thought in satisfaction. Now the only thing left is to get Derek and get the hell out of here. He quickly got inside the car and shredded the clothes he took, and went inside to retrieve Derek.
Derek was waiting impatiently for John. He got up from the wheelchair as soon as he noticed his nephew, and saw that no one was watching him amongst the chaos. He indicated John to get outside, and followed him to the car outside. Since Derek was in no condition to drive himself John took the wheel.
They reached home late due to the downed traffic system in the city. Being stuck on the highway, when they needed to get home, was a pain. He almost feared that this Cameron lookalike would die because of it. When they arrived home John was out of the car in the blink of an eye, and was already getting the bag full of the equipment. As if sensing his presence Uncle Bob came outside and helped him to carry all the stuff inside since Derek was struggling to walk.
"Is she okay?" John asked Uncle Bob.
"For the time being, she is stable. But I need to operate on her immediately." Uncle Bob explained.
"Please. Help her." John requested.
"I cannot promise anything. I am sorry, John." Uncle Bob replied.
John sighed and looked down. He understood the situation. But if that girl really dies, how will he get the answers he needed the most? And what if she is here for a reason? Maybe some crucial information? What if she has some connection with Cameron? What if she knows how to get Cameron back? Either way, he needed her alive. He needed answers to everything. He just hoped he wasn't too late, and Uncle Bob can fix her.
"Do whatever you have to do, but she must survive. That's an order." John said with seriousness. His face was full of determination. He won't let this girl die. He won't lose this chance if there is a way to bring her back through this girl. He knew this is purely selfish but he thought that he had sacrificed enough through his entire life, along with his mother. Now, he can afford to be somewhat selfish.
"John, are you okay?" Sarah asked as soon as her son entered the house behind Uncle Bob. Then she noticed Derek was limping behind them. His foot was bandaged, and he was practically hopping. "What happened to your foot?" She addressed Derek.
"He shot himself." John answered for him.
"What?! Why would he do that?" Sarah asked getting up from the chair.
"It's alright, Sarah. I'm okay. The only way to get inside was to shoot myself. I had no choice." Derek smiled slightly to assure Sarah Connor. Still, he felt pretty damn stupid, but he was sure that Sarah was having her subtle moment of satisfaction.
Everyone's attention was caught, when they all heard an audible groan come from the injured girl's mouth. It was a sound of extreme pain, and heavy breathing.
"Is she….." Derek wanted to say but stopped.
Uncle Bob went to check on the girl and he immediately saw the erratic rate of her heart which was threatening to stop anytime. "Hurry." Uncle Bob said urgently.
John ran outside to gather the rest of the equipment, he stole, and rushed back inside, where he was immediately met with Uncle Bob preparing for surgery. Sarah was at the helm, opposite of him, pulling on some gloves. He placed the last bag of equipment on the bed, next to Uncle Bob, and backed away, as he began pulling out what he needed.
"John, you need to leave. We are gonna need some room," The T-800 ordered the young leader. He grabbed a needle, and the anesthesia, and started filling the needle with the right dosage, and injected it into her arm. Sarah grabbed the homemade respirator, and ran the tube back down her throat, where she began to pump oxygen into her lungs.
Now it was up to them. John slowly backed away, and closed the door behind him. It was up to his mother, and protector to save this girl. Her life was in the hands of a machine. Now it was a matter of what came after.
A/N: Please review.