...June 7th,2016...

...Paterson, NJ...Hinchcliffee Stadium...8:48 PM...

The neighborhood practically screamed trouble for T-1200. His every move aroused suspicion for the street kids. Maybe it was the large luggage he tows that seemingly was weightless to him but sure as hell heavy for ordinary humans. Birds left their waste flying down right after zipping over the stadium. Bird poop lands on T-1200's shoulder. His face became that of disgust.

"Gross," T-1200 said.

T-1200 takes off the blue jacket then dumps it into the local trash oriented machine.

He had a strong feeling that a T-3000 is following him.

T-1200 came to a stop in the middle of the field.

"Come on," Came T-3000's voice. "Can you just stand still and DIE?"

T-1200 drops his luggage, unzips it, and takes out a long sniper rifle out.

"No," T-1200 said. "I cannot."

T-3000 stood on the other side of the field.

"You do realize guns do not work on me?" T-3000 asks.

T-1200 smiles.

"This one is not your ordinary weapon," T-1200 said. "Come at me with your best shot."

T-3000's hand becomes a long blade and he charges at T-1200.