Sarah took a look around her as she stepped out of the truck. The ground was clear for miles before the tree line. Reaching back into the cabin, she pulled out her shotgun and her Glock. After taking one more look around, she headed for the back door of the safe house. Tapping on the door, she pushed it open. Ellison was standing there with his side arm aimed directly at her.
"Sarah." He said as he lowered the weapon.
"It is alright, Ellison. I found our friend."
Turning, Sarah nodded for Martin to step into the house. He pushed passed her and dropped down into a chair near the kitchen table. He looked from Sarah to Ellison.
"So it is just the three of us then?"
"That is right." Ellison said quietly.
"This is the start of the Resistance." Sarah quickly rearmed the security system before she sat her weapons down on the table. "Until my son returns, we are going to act like Judgment Day has already come and gone. We need to organize ourselves and our efforts. Everything must be ready."
Martin stood up and groaned slightly. "How are we fixed with weapons, supplies, food?"
"We are all right on food and supplies. We have plenty of weapons. Derek had a weapons locker. We can take from there anytime we need. This house is also filled with ammo and weapons." Sarah walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "We can always get more."
"I still have some connections with the FBI." Ellison said. "We will have access to information. The real problem will be finding soldiers to fight this war, and finding Skynet to kill it."
"Alright." Martin walked over to the stove and began looking around. "Please tell me we have something warm to eat for breakfast."
"Breakfast founds good." Came the voice of Little Savannah.
Sarah turned, startled. She had not noticed the child. Truth was, she had forgotten Savannah in the whole madness of the last twelve hours. Walking over to the little girl, Sarah reached down and picked her up.
"Let's see what we can do for breakfast then. Ellison, how are your cooking skills?"
Well enough for a single man. I might be able to make some eggs and a little bacon if we have any."
"Good." Sarah sat Savannah in a chair. "All I seem to know how to make is burnt food."
The house was quiet. No lights were on and Sarah couldn't see anything that caused her to believe someone was at home. Then again, Tarissa Dyson wasn't a woman to run from anything. Sarah looked down the road slightly to see four police cars carefully tucked into the bushes and driveways of the neighborhood. Sarah smiled slightly. Tarissa was home. The police wouldn't have bothered hiding if she wasn't.
"Go." She said finally. "I'll keep an eye on the police. Tell Tarissa that I sent you. Either she will turn you over to the cops immediately or she will call them off. Judging from how our last meeting went, she will probably let you in."
Martin raised an eyebrow. "And if she calls the cops?"
"I'll be right here. If they start rolling out, I'll hold them off. Runs towards Dodger Stadium. I'll pick you up there."
The soldier nodded and opened the door to the truck. "Sure hope this works, Connor."
From the truck, she watched Martin jog across the road to the front door. Now, she just had to wait. The porch light flickered on after a few seconds and then the door opened. Tarissa stood in the doorway, a brown robe covering her. Martin stood on the porch for a minute before entering the home.
Sarah reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. If everything was to happen according to plan, Martin should be calling her any second now. The phone vibrated once before the ID showed the call to be from Martin.
"Hello." Sarah waited for the code. When the beep of the keys could be heard, she responded in a like manner before continuing on. "Put her on."
"Sarah Connor." Tarissa's voice sounded from the speaker. "I would have thought you would have called before now. You always seem to be involved when someone in my family is hurt or missing."
"You know I didn't have anything to do with that. I'm here to help."
"That is the only reason I let your man into my home."
"So," Sarah looked towards the nearest police car. "So we need to find a place to talk. I really can't come waltzing into your home. Where and when do we meet?"