I came to the steel plant pushing T-1005's wheelchair. I am walking on the cat walk thanks to a platform that is easily used to act as a Wheelchair lift thanks to some improvements of some other handy source. Steam radiates off the steel liquid cooking in large circular bowls somehow able to withstand ridiculously high temperatures.

I came to a stop seeing two distant figures clouded by smoke.

"I have brought The Terminator," I said.

I saw a red light tint off in T-299's other eye.

"I have brought your worst nightmare," T-299 said.

"Uncle T!" Jane shouts.

A loud gun shot rings throughout the building even landing on some deaf ears. The smoke clears away leaving T-299 standing in front of Jane holding a hand gun. No!, I thought watching the little girls body collapse to the ground. My processor indicates she is barely alive. T-299 looks up towards me with a stoic look on his face. I do not know what over came me but it sure gave me a stronger backbone for a moment and use my strength that I hadn't been using a lot.

I pick up T-1005 then throw her into the steel pool where she burned and became liquid metal consumed by metal steel.

"I didn't think you had the guts," T-299 said.

"You...You...You murderer," I said.

"Looks like I have one kid to take down," T-299 said.

"Not on my watch!" I shout, taking out a long gun with a handle that can flip and slide in more ammo.

I hit the trigger.

B-Bang!

In T-299's torso is a hole.

"How apathetic," T-299 said. "Firing at a successful kin, is that jealously I smell?"

I reload the gun as T-299 slowly approaches me.

"We are not bound by blood," I said.

"We are bound by those who made us," T-299 said.

"On the contrary, no!" I shot another round.

T-299 grabs the gun out of my hand then delivers a hard punch to my face knocking me down to my feet. I saw T-299 throw the gun into the plumes of burning steel. I use the rails as my guide to get up on my two feet staring upon the huge T-299 who is looking over the rail. My hands are sweating. Anger is swirling all over.

"Hey," I said.

T-299 turns his head towards me.

I deliver a punch sending T-299 flying back on the floor.

"Ow," I said, shaking my hand.

I approach T-299.

Bling,bling, bling.

Oh god, more shooting?

"You are the biggest fool to Skynet," I said.

I and T-299 fought rather aggressively. T-299 ran out of bullets. Just because any model below T-1000 is considered obsolete does not mean we are too old for combat when in fact we are not. We can move on and continue every day life but develop what people can call arthritis when our parts stop working right. Our parts stop moving correctly.

I land on my chest feeling tight pain.

"Uncle…" Jane said, in a low voice with her hand on the metal floor stretching out towards me.

The light in her eyes are fading.

"The Resistance ends here," T-299 said

"No," I said. "It does not."

I pick up a pipe then toss it at T-299 making him tumble back down the fleet of stairs. Wherever it hit I look over seeing Jane's head turned away from me. I can faint her faint voice calling out some one else. I use a nearby rail to hoist myself half way up listening to her cries.

"Grandpa," Jane cries.

I hear the thuds to T-299's boot's coming.

I saw a transparent figure walking over towards Jane. The figure came to a stop within the smoke beside Jane. Jane held her hand up. The figure puts his arms underneath's Jane body then he picks her up but not physically as in his arms is a little transparent figure of Jane where underneath her body lies on the ground.

I felt my heart go.

It was a slap to the face, figuratively.

I tilt my head up seeing Jane's arms around the man's neck and she looked like a nine year old rather than a ten year old. I can see her scared. I can see he wore a motorcyclist jacket. Jane waves her free hand at me as the figure walks down the path.

"Oh no," I finally said.

Then I am tossed to the hard ground hurting the side of my shoulder and the side of my leg aches in pain. I turn over looking up to see T-299 right above on the catwalk. I close my eyes and then reopen them noticing T-299 is walking down the catwalk. I shoulda' came armed. I drag my body down the hall. The worst advantage to being a hybrid is that falling from a high distance is not a good combination.

System: Turning off data to other parts of the body.

I manage to hoist myself up.

Muting my pain proved to be useful. I press down levers which resulted in smoke clouding the room. My visual screen shows what is there through the cloud unlike T-299 that is left blinded because even if it were advanced to current Skynet programming that flaw in his optic won't go away. He is not a well suited Terminator for this era.

Or it seems Skynet has ran out of new resources and can only upgrade.

Which means the future T-299 is from the war must be ending.

"Come out, come out,come out," T-299 said. "Where ever you are."

I take my boots off. My socks do not make sounds when walking on the ground. I saw T-299 staring at the other direction holding a long sniper rifle in his arms. I grab T-299 by the shoulders then smack him against a hard flat surface connected to a pillar budged into the ground. T-299 lands on the floor where I take his gun then shoot into his shoulders where deafening loud gun shots echo through the building. The shockwave made me hit a couple of pipes making them bust inwards. I have my arms slumped in between the pipes therefor entrapping them. I can't move them out, hence, stuck. The space in between them is rather questionable in how they were able to enter.

"Come on," I said, trying to budge my arms out. "Out!"

"I can hear you!" T-299 said.

Yeah, T-299's can still hear.

I look up feeling defeat is imminent.

BLAM

I can smell hot steaming smoke coming along above where my elbow is. My eyes quickly dart toward the source of this sound where a gigantic shotgun with a wrapped up handle and a long thick barrel where the bullet comes flying out. My arms feel free. I catch the sucker into my hands then re-aim it at T-299.

"Say goodbye to your body," I said.

The bullet flew right into the middle of T-299's chest.

"No!" T-299 shouts.

T-299 exploded into several pieces.

I look up towards the catwalk with a smile on my face yet a curious interest in who tossed the gun to me. There I saw a man who I only seen in sketch artwork. Artwork by Jane's Art teacher following every detail of their Grandpa's face to the tea. The space he stood has cold temperatures contrasting against the very hot scenery. This is a man who has since passed. The Guardian nodded then turns away vanishing into thin air.

I had seen a ghost of the past.

I get up on my two feet then make my way to what remains of T-299 relying on my left leg to get me forwards dragging behind my right leg. I stop at T-299's skull faintly connected to his power cells. Yet he lacks shoulders, skin, and his handy dandy legs. I pick up T-299 by the neck then hold him over the boiling steel pool steaming off heat briefly letting what is left of his fuel cell dip into the steaming steel pool.

"Where is Roger?" I ask.

"The haunted house with the old lady," T-299 said. "Across from Starbucks."

I lower T-299 to the pits.

"I told you!" T-299 said.

"Your remains must not be around for Skynet," I said, slightly tilting my head with a smile. "If you have forgotten who reprogrammed me."

"Who!" T-299 shouts.

"I am not allowed to tell," I said. "It is time for you to be terminated."

I let go T-299's neck.

T-299 fell into the fearsome pits and became nothing. I gathered the remaining of his parts then put them into the steaming body of steel destroying all evidence. I use the wheelchair to roll myself out of the building while holding Jane's unresponsive body in my arms. Parts of my face shows my metal half. Thankfully I had stolen a truck that is not in the system.

I had to leave Jane's body at the morgue and attend her funeral at the distance.

And so will Roger.