CH 11
A week after the battle in the mountains. Cameron was regrowing her flesh well. First putting more nanites to work on her torso, Cameron managed to save her left breast and grow flesh up to her shoulders. She also had a nearly a complete face, the flesh/metal line was high on her forehead, running down her left temple and the back of her jaw. Her neck was whole, the flesh growing out to creep onto her collar bones. Or course, as soon as each breast was healed, Cameron had John 'test' each one to be sure they were fully functional by nursing on her, which lead to sex. John picked out the bullet fragments from her shoulder. That by itself returned her shoulder to 85 percent efficiency. Some minor mechanical repairs and she was back up to 100 percent. With a head rag on, even Sarah stopped being repulsed by how Cameron looked.
There was no news, direct or indirect, from that facility they had destroyed. Like Aldridge had told them, it was like the place never existed. Keeping a close watch out, Cameron also didn't detect anyone snooping around. Only a single army helicopter flight off in the distance was any sign that someone might be looking for them.
John formed a plan. He searched the internet for women's head scarves. He found a site that had purple scarves and bought one. Cameron also had no nice dresses, so he dragged her over to the computer to show her some selections.
Tipping her head slightly, Cameron asked, "I need a dress?"
"You do," John said firmly. He glanced at the thin necklace she'd hung her ring on until her hand flesh grew back. He was glad she had left her ring at home last week. He was sure that saved it. "See, we're going out on a date. With a scarf, a nice dress and I was thinking a pair of those long black gloves, you will be fine going to a nice restaurant that has low, romantic lighting with me."
Cameron looked at him. "A date?" she asked.
"Yes, just us, dinner and a movie," he said. Lifting her hand, he kissed it and asked, "May I take my lovely wife out for an evening?"
Cameron's face brightened up. She hugged John and planted a kiss on his lips. "That will be very nice, John. I'll be happy to go out with you." She then bore an intense look and added, "You need a suit."
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Although John hadn't meant for Cameron to help plan their date, it was fun for the two of them to sit and plan it out together. Cameron picked the restaurant, a fancy place that overlooked the ocean and there were no prices on the menu. It would not look good to drive a minivan there, so they rented a limo for the night.
Cameron ordered a black evening dress and a shawl, then a pair of paten leather high heels and a jewel encrusted hand bag. They got John a nice looking suit to match, complete with a vest and waist coat, also with shiny black shoes.
After they had ordered and had the reservations in, John noted Cameron was happy. Sarah also noticed Cameron seemed to have a constant grin on her face.
Eyeing Cameron, Sarah asked, "You look happy. Any reason why?"
Cameron grinned at Sarah and decided to have some fun with her. "I'm pregnant!" she cheered.
Sarah's face dropped open. Her face paled.
"Fooled you," Cameron said with a big grin.
"THAT'S NOT FUNNY! I do not want to hear that again!" Sarah blasted out, glaring at Cameron.
At his computer, John laughed.
"John! Did you put her up to that?" Sarah growled.
John snickered and shook his head. Calming himself, he said, "I'm taking Cam out on a date this next Saturday."
"Looking like that?" Sarah asked, pointing to the bare metal still showing on Cameron's head.
John let out a huff and said, "With a scarf to hide it, and a shawl, no one will see. The restaurant lighting is dim. We'll be fine, Mom. She hasn't left the house in a week."
"John, you are taking a big risk there is no need to take," Sarah stated.
Cameron replied, "I have calculated the chances of anyone discovering my injuries as less than five percent given the conditions we will be experiencing. The chances of whoever does see them alerting others is less than one percent."
Sarah rubbed her forehead and asked, "And what about John being recognized?"
"No one is looking for John," Cameron told her. "Even if they happen to see him, John Connor is officially dead. They will just see someone who looks like him. I doubt any law enforcement will be in the places we are going."
"You ARE going armed, correct?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, I will have my glock in a thigh holster."
Glowering at John, then Cameron, Sarah said, "Nothing better happen to John."
Watching his mother storm out of the room, John said, "That went well. She didn't say we couldn't go."
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Saturday came. Cameron helped John into his suit first, making sure it fit and straightening it to look perfect. She then went in the bathroom to get herself dressed. Looking at herself in the mirror, Cameron was pleased with her look. From her lacy black bra and panties to the form fitting black dress with her purple head scarf and black thigh-high stockings, she was sure John would like her look. Stepping out to face John, she was happy to see him gaze at her with a smile on his face.
"Cam, you look fantastic!" he said.
"And you are very handsome, my husband," Cameron replied.
They walked down to a house where Cameron knew the people were on vacation and waited for the Limo. When it came, the chauffer opened the door for them. John had never been in a limo before. He let Cameron get in first, then got in and took in the huge back seat area. There was a stereo, wine glasses and even bottle of champagne and 14 year old scotch "We even have a mini bar," he said.
"And a privacy window," Cameron noted.
They arrived at the restaurant just as it was getting dark. The chauffer opened the door for them. Once they were out and headed up the steps, he drove off to park. The restaurant looked like a mansion, all marble, polished wood and gold colored fixtures. John thought the older man behind the podium with a desk light on it was dressed better than he was.
John walked up to the man with Cameron on his arm. "The Baums, table for two." he said.
The man checked his register. "Yes, Good evening, Mr. Baum, please, follow me."
John swore he heard, 'Good evening, Mr. Bond' At the moment, he certainly felt like it, all dressed up with his gorgeous Cameron on his arm. Only in this case, she had the gun.
They walked down a hallway past other dinning rooms to come to a room that had only a single table for two against a wall that was floor to ceiling glass and faced the ocean. The man held the chair for Cameron, then John. He then lit the fresh, red candle on the center of the table. With a bow, he said, "The waitress will be in shortly. Bon appetite."
"Thank you, Sir," John replied.
A private dinning room. This had to be one expensive place. Good thing they didn't have to really pay the bill.
When the waitress came in she was in a frilly French maid's outfit. She handed out leather bound menus and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
John didn't see any drink choices. He knew ordering a coke here just might make the woman faint. "A bottle of red wine, please, and two glasses of water."
"Yes, sir. Any special year or brand?" she asked.
"The house wine will be good. And the Fillet Minong for myself and the Mrs.," John told her.
Very good, Sir," the waitress said with a bow, collected the menus and departed.
Seeing Cameron look at him, he reached out and clasped her hand and said, "It's the fancy word for steak. You do need meat to help grow flesh."
"Thank you for explaining, John," Cameron said softly.
In the soft candle light, John swore Cameron was prettier than ever. "I love looking at you, you're so pretty" he said. "I am blessed to have you."
Cameron smiled. "I am very lucky to have you also, John. I love you, and you love me."
"I love you and you love me," her replied in a sincere tone.
Her face taking on a questioning look, she asked, "John, does it bother you that I can't have children?"
John thought about that for a few seconds, and asked, "Are you sure you can't? I mean, you are able to grow your biologics. What are you lacking to actually have a baby?"
"There are no ovaries attached to my womb," Cameron explained. "I would need them, and the fallopian tubes to deliver the eggs into my womb."
"Can you make them?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"Can you try?" John prodded.
Cameron stared at John briefly, then said, "I can form the necessary organs, but I do not know how to make the eggs. There is nothing I can reference to create them."
"We can look up medical information, right? Let's look it up when we get home." John offered. He shrugged and added, "That is, if you want to be able to have children."
"I do John," Cameron said quickly. "I have been changing. Yes, I am still a terminator. I always will be. I also want to be a wife and mother. I want us to have a family."
"I would say you are evolving very well, my beautiful wife. I think you can do whatever you put your mind to doing," John told her.
The waitress came back in with a cart bearing three covered plates and a bucket with wine and wine glasses.
Two of the plates were their dinner that looked and smelled great. the third plate was a mix of appetizers, rolls, snack fruits and fried munchies. She set up their glasses and poured the wine. Stepping back, she asked, "Is there anything else I can get you?"
'This is perfect, thank you," Cameron told her.
"Bon appetite," she said with a bow, and left with her cart.
They dug into their meal.
"This is really nice," John said as he looked out the window at the ocean. "Good food, a great view, and I get to look at the most beautiful woman in the world," he said with a grin.
"I get to look at my handsome husband," Cameron replied with a smirk. "I just hope he's ready to for a long session of sex when we get home."
"Absolutely, my love."
While they were eating, someone ran past the doorway. Cameron perked up and watched out the door. "John, there's trouble," she said.
"Now?" he asked in a whine. They were having their first real date, and it was going so well.
"Wait here, I'll be back." Cameron said and got up.
Cameron went out onto the hallway to see a man in a hoodie and ski mask approaching her. Very shoddy dress for a place like this.
He pointed his gun at her and growled, "Jewelry, hand it over now!"
He made the mistake of walking right up to her in a threatening manner.
Bam.
A fast roundhouse punch laid him out on the floor. Cameron picked up his gun and walked on. She met another man in shoddy clothes and a ski mask race out of another room right in front of her. He had a bag in one hand and a gun in the other.
Bam. Two down. He had a revolver. She dumped the shells onto the floor and walked on. Coming to the front, she saw the older man in a tux, holding his hands up and standing against the wall. A third shoddy man was holding a gun on him. She raised up the first gun she'd collected and intoned, "Drop it or die."
The man sneered at her, "You don't dare shoot, bitch!"
BANG. Perfect head shot, right between his eyebrows. His brains spread out over the nice, white marble floor.
Walking up to the shocked man who'd greeted them, she offered him the gun by the barrel and asked, "How many?"
The flustered man recoiled from the offered gun. "Four, M'lady. You …. just killed that man!"
"Take it, you need to protect yourself," she stated.
"We don't allow guns here!" he cried.
"Someone brought them anyway. Take it, there is still one I haven't found yet," Cameron told him.
"I'll be in violation of company policy!" he said, staring at the gun.
Cameron ejected the clip and tossed the gun down. "You better call the police, two of them are laid out in the hallway." she stated and went back the way she came.
Walking back to her and John's room, she saw the fourth man over the limp form of one of the others. He looked up to see her striding towards him.
"Stop!" he commanded and aimed at her.
"You ruined my date," Cameron stated heavily as she strode towards him. "You can run away, or you can die. Choose."
"I will shoot!" he warned.
"You will die," Cameron replied.
He shot, hitting her square in the center of her chest. Cameron kept striding towards him, her eyes flashed red. Hs eyed grew wide. He lost his nerve, dropped the gun and bolted.
Cameron returned to John. He was up against the inside wall, the safest place he could be. "We need to leave," she said.
Yup. They did, damn it.
Walking quickly, they went to the foyer where the older man was still staring at the body on the floor.
"Check please?" John asked and handed the man his card.
The man stared at Cameron, seeing the neat hole between her breasts, and a bit of blood around the hole. "You've been shot," he said in a gasp.
"Yes, my new dress is ruined," she agreed.
"When you figure out the bill, feel free to charge my account," John told him, then led Cameron out.
The limo was still parked and they didn't know where the chauffer was, so John and Cameron walked down the street. They were heading down a side street when police cars with flashing lights raced into the restaurant parking lot.
John glanced back and said, "Sorry it turned out like this."
Holding his hand as they walked, Cameron said, "Not your fault, John. It was nice while it lasted." She called Sarah to pick them up. She really wanted to get home and look up what she needed to have a baby, then try to make one.
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Since there had been a fatal shooting, Detective Murdock and his partner, Detective Riggs were called to the scene. When they arrived, the patrol men informed them there were three deaths. Two men were found lying in the hallway had their necks broken from what the coroner thought was a heavy blow to their cheeks. It appeared someone very strong had punched them. The third was shot right between his eyes. What a mess that was.
They talked to the patrons and the staff. Apparently, a slim woman who they had a good description of, had killed the men. Two by punching them and the third she shot with a gun one of the perps had. Two shots had been fired. The woman had killed a perp with a single shot to the head, and the head waiter insisted she'd been shot in the chest.
By all rights, that woman in a black dress should be lying outside someplace, severely wounded or dead. Her and the man she was with were nowhere to be found.
Riggs found their limo driver and talked to him. He didn't see them in the crowd of witnesses. The couple had disappeared.
"She must have been wearing body armor," Murdock said.
Riggs shook his head. "If she was, it was penetrated. The head waiter saw blood around the hole," he reminded him. "Shock might have gotten her fifty feet or so. There is no way she just walked off by herself. Even if the guy with her carrier her, they should be around here someplace. Answer me this, who goes to a high priced place like this wearing body armor under their evening gown?"
"It is damn strange," Murdock agreed.
Riggs watched the last ambulance pull out. "We still got one live perp to talk to if we can find him. Everyone said there were four, we only have three bodies."
"Only three," Murdock said with a snort. "Whoever that woman is, she's a lethal weapon."
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Sarah wasn't happy about the altercation at a high priced restaurant. Apparently, those thieves had very bad timing and ran into Cameron. At least they had gotten out of there without John being hurt and Cameron was covered enough that a full description wasn't likely.
In their room, John insisted on removing the bullet and tenderly caring for the wound. Topless, Cameron coaxed him to nurse on her for a while before they went over to the computer to look up what consisted of human female eggs. Once they took in more information than either thought there was about human eggs, they returned to bed for some lovemaking.
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At the end of the next day, there was something bothering Riggs. The fourth perp was caught in a bar. The owner called because the man was out of money and was begging for another drink and getting violent about it. Uniforms went in and collected him. In processing him, they found his fingerprints matched up with one of the guns found at that restaurant. Riggs took the interrogation with Murdock looking on. Going into the room, Riggs sat down across from him and asked, "Tough day, fella?"
The man snorted.
"Know why you were brought in?" Riggs asked.
"You tell me," the man grumbled.
"Initially, it was a public disturbance call. Normally, some time in the cooler, go pay a fine and you'd be on your way," Riggs said in a conversional tone." He then lowered his voice and said, "But we found your prints on a gun at the scene of an attempted robbery. You know, that fancy restaurant by the shore. One shot was fired out of it. The woman you shot in the chest. We call that attempted murder. But she didn't go down, did she? She did something that scared the living shit out of you. You dropped your gun and ran for your life."
By the man's open face, Riggs could tell he'd hit the nail on the head.
"You had the gun, you had her dead to rights. What did she do that made you flee like the devil was on your tail?"
The man swallowed. "You won't believe me."
"I've seen plenty of weird shit, lay it on me."
The man said in a loud whisper, "She didn't even slow her pace when I shot. I know I hit her. It was like she didn't even feel it! Her eyes, they glowed red. She said she was going to kill me. That was no human woman, she's a demon!"
"Did she chase you?"
"Didn't look back, I just ran as fast as I could … those eyes," he said vacantly. "She's coming to kill me."
"Lucky for you, you'll be protected in a nice, safe jail cell." Riggs told him. "She won't get you here."
With the man's confession on video, case closed. A trial and he was headed for jail.
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Except for Riggs, the case wasn't closed. Red eyes? Taking a .38 special to the chest, and not even flinching, then walking out like nothing had happened? It seemed impossible, but there were witnesses who saw it.
Riggs had been shot before. Even with a vest and backing plate, it still hurt, and unless it was a .22 pistol, you did recoil from the impact. That woman described as maybe 110 pounds should have been knocked on her ass from a .38 at close range, even if she did have a vest and backing plate on, which he doubted. There was no doubt the man hit her, the head waiter had seen the bullet wound.
No wounded women matching her description ever showed up lying on the street or reported by any hospital. She'd stopped a robbery and took one in the chest, then simply walked away. It sounded impossible.
Going back to the restaurant, Riggs found the manager and asked about the woman, hoping to get some information on her. Since there had been a robbery attempt, the man didn't charge anyone eating there at the time, due to the upsetting disturbance. Riggs did get a look at the guest list. The head waiter was there and pointed out the couple's reservation.
John and Cameron Baum. Next, he went to the station and looked up their address. He did find a Sarah Baum living in a trailer park. It was a long shot, but it was all he had. He didn't seriously think anyone who could afford to go to a place that ritzy would live in a trailer park.
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Especially this trailer park Riggs thought as he drove in. Every trailer looked old and in need to repair. He went to number 42. There was a pickup truck in the driveway. He parked beside it to see a tall dark haired man with a beer in his hand, in the yard cooking on the grill.
The man turned to him.
Riggs waved, "Hi, can I ask you a few questions?"
"Who are you?"
Riggs showed his badge. "Detective Riggs. Don't worry, no one's in trouble, at least I don't think so. Is Sarah Baum around?"
"Sorry, she's on vacation," the man said evenly.
"Do you know when she'll be back?" Riggs asked. Getting a sniff of the steaks he added, "That smells good."
"No, she didn't say," the man said, ignoring his comment about the food.
"I see. Can you tell me anything about Cameron Baum? Is she a daughter or something to Sarah?"
"Not that I know of."
Riggs detected a slight change in his voice. The man wasn't telling the truth. He gave the man his card and said, "Well, hey, if you hear from Sarah or Cameron, please call. We think Cameron got wounded in a robbery attempt, and she's not in any hospital. We just want to make sure she's all right and if possible, can identify the suspect we arrested."
The man took the card, but didn't look at it. "If I see or hear about either of them, I'll give you a call."
By the tone of his voice, Riggs knew he had no plans of doing so. "Thanks," he said. Riggs went to leave then stopped and added, "Oh, the manager of the place said no charge for the meal, due to the robbery attempt, so no one will be coming after John and Cameron for eating and running. Be sure to tell them."
"Got it," the man said.
Riggs went back to his car. He drove off seeing the man chuck his card into the fire. Right. His police instincts told him something was going on here. He itched to find out what that was. Noting the license plate on the truck, he went to find out who that guy was, and what his connection might be to John and Cameron Baum.
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Talking with John Henry, Cameron discovered John Henry had tried to access the military IP where Sky Net was to be loaded, and found it no longer existed. It wasn't reassigned, it just went away. In fact all traces of what he'd discovered before were gone. They were back to square one.
Cameron did find plenty of information on human eggs. Humans themselves didn't know the full mechanics about how eggs worked, but she did learn that the DNA strands in the core of the egg were only half there, and completed themselves with the half in the sperm cell they accepted. Somehow, the DNA strands from both combined in the correct way to make a whole cell with all the information on how to grow a human. That cell grew and split at a fast rate, and became a fetus, then a baby.
Not knowing how an egg did this, Cameron focused on using nanites to perform this function. From what she could tell, it was possible. The DNA she had was from Allison Young. Every cell held what should be, and a complete chart of an entire human, so she had to split the DNA in one of biological cells to make an egg. Nanites could do this. They would also have to perform the function of allowing only one of John's sperm cells into the egg to fertilize it, and repair the cell walls once that sperm cell was inside. The DNA would have to be properly mated by nanites also. It was going to take her a long time to figure how to properly do that, but she did discover a way she could indeed have John's child.
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Derek Reese. That was the man's name at that trailer park. He'd had a truck stolen from him that ended up at a crime scene, and the address that was on the registration was an empty lot. That keyed Riggs that there was much more going on here than anyone saw. The man had no arrest warrants or convictions. In fact, other than the one item, there was nothing on him at all.
"Damn," Riggs grumbled and sat back to stare at his computer screen. Looking up Sarah Baum, he found she had been shot and had her car stolen also. Sarah also disappeared out of the hospital. She'd been shot and had surgery, then vanished right after. He had nothing on John or Cameron Baum.
These were invisible people who lived below the radar. Riggs got that. They did their best to stay out of any limelight, even when seriously wounded, or thwarted a robbery. By rights, Cameron Baum should be in the news being praised for what she did. She didn't, she slipped away from the scene with a bullet in her chest. Why she did that was just as mysterious as how she managed it.
If this was a crime organization, they were completely unknown. That didn't make sense, because the head waiter told them Cameron had offered him a gun to protect himself with. She had all by insisted he take it. When he didn't she unloaded the gun, tossed it down and left it.
His phone rang. "Detective Riggs," he said, expecting it to be his partner or the Captain.
"Detective," a female voice said. "Leave Cameron Baum alone. Do not look into her any further. You don't want to know." *click*
Riggs stared at his phone. He tried to do a call back but no number came up. That was odd. Not only no number, but the fact anyone knew he was looking into Cameron Baum. Maybe Reese had contacted them? That had to be it. What the woman has said wasn't a threat. Just he didn't want to know. Were they connected to the government in some way?
That would explain some things, but not everything. His curiosity about her peeked.
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A few days later, Riggs went to a bar just to relax for a bit. At a table, he saw a very becoming dark haired woman. Nice slim shape and pretty, yet she seemed to have a permanent frown on her face. She was staring at the bottom of her empty beer bottle. Riggs noted the brand and went over to the bar to get two more.
"Here, you look like you need this," he said and offered her one of the beers.
She looked up and cast her frown at him. "Thanks," she took the beer.
Riggs sat down and asked, "It can't be that bad, can it?" He also noted she wasn't wearing any rings.
"What?" she asked.
"You look like you just lost your only friend," he said, and extending his hand. "Name's Mark."
Looking like it took monumental effort, she shook his hand. "Sarah."
Riggs regarded her for a moment, then said, "You know the whole point of coming to a bar?"
Sarah eyed him and said, "Tell me."
"The way I see it, there's one good reason to come to a bar," Riggs said. "That being you can go ahead and bitch to a complete stranger about what's bothering you, and you don't hurt anyone's feeling."
Sarah snorted out a laugh. "OK, so you got something to bitch about?"
"Always!" he announced. "Take the neighbor's daughter. I'm old enough to be her father, but she's got this crush from hell on me. I'm not saying she looks bad, but she's jail bait! The LAST thing I need is for an angry father to come to the door with a shotgun, or call the police on me," he said and let out a huff.
Sarah chuckled. "That is a problem," she said with a snort.
"It is," he agreed. "I usually wait until dinner time to rush home and get inside. I'm out first thing in the morning too. The less I see if her, the better."
Wearing a smirk, Sarah said, "You do have problems."
"Too many," he agreed and took a swig of beer.
Sarah paused and said, "Right now, it's my daughter-in-law." With a shake of her head, she said," I know my son loves her but she's … frustrating! I really have to wonder about if she is the right one for my son."
Mark shrugged and said, "Hey, if nothing else, you can be there for him if things go bad for him, right? What is she, an air head?"
"Just the opposite," Sarah grumbled. "Miss Perfectionist. I can't even make a meal without her coming behind me to 'make it better'. She constantly cleans, and she loves to get me riled up with stupid comments."
Mark chuckled, "That certainly sounds irritating," he agreed. "I take it they live with you?"
Sarah nodded. Waving her bottle, she said, "Don't get me wrong, she is totally dedicated to my son. She just drives me up the wall. It's like she knows exactly what to do to get me irritated."
Mark laughed and asked, "I take it she wants more 'alone ' time with your son?"
Casting him a firm gaze, Sarah said, "She's a pervert."
Mark dropped his head on his arm s he chuckled helplessly. "I'm sorry," he said a chuckled some more. "But that is funny. I take it she like to ride the hobby horse?"
Rolling her eyes Sarah said, "Yes, and at times in very inappropriate places."
"That has to be embarrassing," Mark agreed. "But hey, keep a blanket with you."
"Why a blanket?"
"So you can throw it over them. That, or a bucket of cold water," he said with a grin.
Sarah laughed at that.
"What do you say we go grab a bite to eat? I'll pay," Mark offered.
"I don't know," Sarah said.
"Aww, come on!" Mark cried. "Everyone else says no, be original, say yes!"
His comment made her smile. "All right. Nothing fancy," she agreed.
Mark raised an eyebrow. "On my budget? You've got to be kidding. I was thinking that greasy spoon just down the street."
"Greasy spoon?" Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow.
With a shrug he said, "It's not called that. It's one of those old trailer diners. The place looks like hell, but the food is good and inexpensive."
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Sarah decided she liked this guy. He was fairly handsome and he was in top shape. She decided to go with him. Like he said, the place looked like it came out of the 50's. The whole place looked worn, but the service and the food was good. Sarah had a good time. Mark was rather handsome and he had a quick wit.
"So, can we do this again some time?" Mark asked.
Sarah went to nod and caught herself. "Mark, I … don't do to well in relationships," she said tentatively.
"Me either. But hey, we're just hanging out, aren't we?" Mark asked. "I like talking to you and hanging out with you. Besides, if you daughter -in-law does something to really get you irritated, you can always come yell at me. I can also tell Rebecca next door that I got a girlfriend and make her back off some. It's good for you and good for me. So …. How about it?"
What Sarah saw was Mark was desperately looking for some companionship. Much like she was. The thing was, she didn't want to get attached to anyone else. It always turned out bad. "Mark, I really have to think about it. OK?"
"Hey, that's fine," he said. He grabbed a napkin and wrote down phone numbers. "If you feel like hanging out or just want to talk, give me a call. How's that?" he asked and slipped her the napkin.
Sarah nodded and pocketed the napkin. "All right. Thanks for dinner."
"My pleasure," he beamed.
While Mark went up and paid the check, Sarah slipped out.
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Roger Tollgate went to the meeting expecting more people. The tall, wide man who was their boss, Mr. Carn looked over the gathering. Only fifteen people attended, That was all that was left of them. Mr. Carn cast her stern face over them and said, "Have we found who was responsible?"
"No," Roger said. "Things happened too fast. By the time we got there, the whole place was leveled and cops were coming. We've been looking for clues, but we found noting. I'm thinking it was Zeira, getting back at us for destroying their AI."
"No," Mr. Carn stated. "Zeira is being watched. "They also do not have the military contracts to put a small army in the field. There were at least two mortars and one armored vehicle that attacked our facility, with supporting fire. Everyone is to look for Sarah and John Connor. It is imperative they be found and killed."
"Sarah Connor is dead, she died years ago in a bank explosion," Roger told him.
"Negative," Carn stated. "There is a school picture of John Connor, who is now going by the name of John Baum. Unless these people are found and killed, our project will never be finished and none of you will get paid."
"Didn't that facility have professional mercs for guars after someone got in?" the bearded man asked.
"They did, and Connor went in with more force," Carn stated. "Find John and Sarah Connor, kill them. Only then can we achieve out goal."
"No one ever said world domination was easy," Roger offered. "Do we know where they are?"
"Southern California. Finding them is up to you. Use every resource and eliminate them."