Terminator: Return of the Fallen
Part X
How can two people live in the same house and be completely oblivious to each other's feelings? Sarah and Reese are taking this denial thing to a whole new level. They have even stopped eating at the same place. Hell may very well freeze over before they start to behave like adults. This is beyond ridiculous.
"Excuse me? Lieutenant Zacks?"
"What is it, Corporal?"
"Sarah and I are going undercover at a night club. I was wondering, I mean, if you're not busy...."
"You want me to watch your backs".
"If it's not too much trouble".
"No problem, Corporal Young. I would be glad to act as your bodyguard". I swear she is blushing.
"Great. We leave tonight, and don't forget your rifle".
"What makes you think I would?"
"Oh! Nothing. It's just that you've never been in the field as an infantryman and...."
"I was making a joke".
"Sorry. I'm a little nervous. I've never been undercover before".
"Are you all right, Corporal? We could always ask Cameron to go in your place?"
"NO! Sorry, Sir. What I meant to say was that will not be necessary. I am ready for duty, Sir!"
"Glad to hear it! See you on the mission, Corporal Young".
"See you on the mission, Lieutenant".
In hindsight, I should never have suggested that Cameron take her place on the mission. That is what caused her problems in the first place. It would probably be best to keep the Cameron references to an absolute minimum when we are around Allison. I do hope that she will be ok on this thing, I worry about the poor girl. In a way, I do love her. But as a younger sister, not as a lover.
This is the first time I have ever worn a trench coat. I must admit, I look pretty good when you set aside the assault rifle in my hand. The mission is simple, at least from my viewpoint. I wait in the car with the rifle, while Sarah and Cameron pretend to be dancers in the club. Originally, Reese was supposed to be the one waiting in the car. Sarah objected, so they brought me along instead. I have been sitting out here for hours. When is something....going to...uh oh!
A man with a very mechanical walk just entered the bar. If my guess is correct, that man is a Terminator. I follow him into the bar, and run into the bouncers. They are making things rather difficult. I'm curious to know how the Terminator got through without killing anyone.
"Look short-stuff, you can't get in here without the password".
"You just let....wait, did you just call me short". This guy is well over six feet tall. He may be taller than me, but he is still a human.
"Yeah! What are you going to do about?"
Simple, I throw him into a wall with one arm. The second bouncer tries to block my way, and I throw him aside like he was a ragdoll. People are starting to stare at me. I can't spot the Terminator. Where the hell is he?
"Would anyone else like to try and keep me out of here? No! I didn't think so". The first bouncer is back on his feet. "Stay out of my way, Mary-Beth!" He sneers at me, but he knows better than to piss me off.
I still can't spot the Terminator. Time to check in with Sarah, after all she is technically running this operation. Despite being the mother of a sixteen year old boy, Sarah is in great shape. It's amazing how many men are around her tonight. I wish I could see John's face as strange men put their hard earned cash into his mother's underwear. She spots me, and I do the motions for the robot dance. She seems to understand, and motions with her thumb that I should eliminate our enemy. Too bad I can't get all of my orders from a half naked woman, even if she is my Commanding Officers mother.
"Are you the guy that beat the shit out of my bouncers? Oh you have got to be kidding me".
"What the..? Trent! You own this place?"
"No. I just run security here. What the hell are you doing here?"
"I think I saw a T-888 walk into this...establishment. I followed him in".
"Shit! If a T-888 did walk in here..."
"He must be here to kill someone. I intend to kill him first".
"Fine. Just do it discretely. The last thing I need is a killing spree".
"When did you become such a coward?"
"Goodbye, Charley!"
Shortly after Trent leaves, I find my target. He is definitely looking for someone. I try to follow him as discretely as possible. It is always easier to shoot someone when they don't know you are there. I have no idea who it is looking for, and I don't care. This thing is not going to kill anyone tonight. The T-888 is standing in front of a table, where an attractive blond is the center of attention.
"So I told him....hold on. Can I help you with something? Hey, creepy guy with his hand in his pants! What the hell do you want?"
I take up position near an adjacent wall. There is a clear shot of the T-888. It reaches into its pants and pulls out a pistol. As it takes aim at the blond woman's head, I squeeze off two shots. The T-888 is struck directly in the chip, and is dead before it hits the ground.
"AAAAH! OH MY GOD! HE...HE!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!"
"MY GOD! HIS HEAD IS MADE OF METAL!"
"THERE ARE SPARKS COMING OUT OF THE BULLET HOLES!"
"IS THAT A GUN IN ITS HAND?" After the initial shock wears off, people stop screaming.
"Oh my god! That is some kind of robot! It was trying to kill me! You....you saved my life. How can I ever thank you?"
"Uh...Just doing my job Ma'am. Lieutenant Charles Zacks, at your service".
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You saved me!"
"Just doing my job. Now if you will excuse me, I need to make sure this thing is actually dead". I pick up the T-888, swing it over my shoulder and head for the door.
"Wait! My father owns this club and he will want to reward you. Whatever you want, it's yours".
"Thank you very much. But, knowing that you are safe is all the reward I need". I know it is sappy, but this kind of stuff always worked for John Wayne. Still, she blocks my way.
"But there must be something I can do to...show my appreciation". Oh boy! If Catherine finds out about this, she will cut me in half. What the hell, the you only live once! Usually, anyway.
"A kiss is all that I ask for". I have no idea who this woman is, but she is a good kisser. Please God, do not let Catherine know about this!
After being "rewarded" by the damsel in distress, I finally make it to the door. As I approach the car, I notice that Trent is waiting for me. I swear, if he tries to interfere I will take him down.
"Nice shooting, Lieutenant".
"What do you want, Trent?"
"So, now we know what it was hunting".
"Is there a point to this?"
"Why was a T-888 trying to kill June?"
"I don't know and I don't care. It tried to kill her, it didn't kill her, we win". I throw the body into the trunk.
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Strip it for spare parts and destroy the rest".
"If your Terminators are starting to break down, maybe you should just let them".
"Goodbye Trent".
I drive back to the Safe House and deliver the dead T-888 to John Henry. He and Catherine start to dismantle the destroyed killing machine as I drive back to pick up Sarah and Allison. I feel terrible about leaving them behind, but I couldn't just leave a dead Terminator on the floor. Fortunately, everyone is safe and sound. On the return trip, Sarah is sitting directly behind me.
"Knowing that you are safe is all the reward that I need?" I start to do my best John Wayne imitation.
"Well Sarah, I thought I would give this hero stuff a try. What do you think, pilgrim?" Sarah starts to crack up.
"So what, you're John Wayne now?" I resume talking in my normal voice.
"And Reese is Hedley Lemar: conniving yet cowardly".
"Are you going to start this nonsense again?"
"Why can't you just admit that you like him?"
"You're delusional".
"All right. It's not like you will have to see him for the rest of the night".
"Why is that?"
"I gave him a tape of you poll-dancing. He should be locked in his room for the rest of the night".
"You...WHAT? YOU! YOU! ARGH!" This time, I start to crack up.
"You can shoot me if you'd like. Of course, you would just be wasting ammunition. Should be a great stress reliever, though".
"You didn't have a camera! You're just messing with her".
"Thank you, Corporal Young!"
"He didn't have a... oh, you son of a bitch! You are so dead!"
"Sarah, I don't know if you can kill me!"
"Won't stop me from trying".
"Yeah, good luck with that".
It is so much fun to get under her skin. When we reach the Safe House, John is waiting for us outside. I hope he remembered to wear a bullet proof vest, because there is a good chance someone might get shot.
"Hey, Lieutenant, Derrick is asking for you. He wants to know if you have ever heard of a zoom lens".
"A ...zoom...YOU BASTARD!" Sarah starts hitting me, and John and I start laughing.
"Man, that was too easy. But I think he is right Mom. Derrick would like to see you...."
"Acting like a stripper!" Sarah is hitting me even harder. "Careful, you might break your hands. Besides, I didn't tell John to say that. Hit him, hit him".
"Ugh. How could you do this to me? My own son!"
"Why are you getting so upset, Mom? It's not like you actually love Derrick". She does and we all know it.
"I wish Reese had been there. His reaction would have been priceless".
"My reaction to what?" When did he get here?
"Your reaction to Sarah Connor, dancing nude on a stripper poll".
"Did you bring pictures?" Sarah screams and storms into the house. John and I are rolling on the floor laughing. Reese looks so confused right now.
"You should definitely avoid her for a few days, Lieutenant".
"John, she could shoot me with a tank and it probably wouldn't do any damage. I think I may be indestructible".
"Well, don't push your luck, especially with my Mom. I'm beat. See you all in the morning".
We all wish each other goodnight. Allison and I are the last ones to enter the house. She does not seem pleased.
"That wasn't a nice thing to do, Lieutenant. Sarah was really upset".
"She was upset because she is in love with Lieutenant Reese and he is in love with her. I'm trying to do them a favour, Corporal".
"By embarrassing the hell out of her?"
"By forcing them to admit that they have feelings for each other. Which may be harder than I expected. On another note, how did you do today?"
"All right I guess. I made a lot of money dancing".
"That's not what I meant. How are YOU doing, Corporal?"
"I'm fine, thanks for asking. By the way, the owner showed up after you left. He pretty much guaranteed you free lap-dances for life".
"I don't think I have ever had one of those".
"Would you like one now?" Uh oh!