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A/N: My apologies for the lag time. I rewrote and scrapped several different concepts for this chapter before arriving at this one. See if you can guess what song I had on repeat when I wrote the Moon segment.

November 11, 2007 22:13 PST
The Moon

Underneath a nondescript crater, recently-emplaced machinery hummed as the incredibly advanced, and well-hidden, sensor array detected an anomaly. The limited artificial intelligence directed all the sensors to focus on the anomaly and discovered that it was located within the core of the Sun. Based on what little information escaped through the photosphere, and it's own databanks, it determined that something had been mistakenly sent through a time machine to the Sun.

Were the AI, dubbed "Little Boy" by Durandal, capable of emotion, it would have been concerned that the temporal displacement within the Sun seemed to momentarily affect the gravitational fields. It was not enough for anyone or anything on Earth to notice, but Little Boy had the advantage of technology thousands of years beyond anything Earth possessed. As it was, Little Boy prepared a report for Durandal and sent it off to the master AI, along with the usual negligible readings on SkyNet and potential alien activity.

November 12, 2007 09:50 PST
Los Angeles, Earth
Connor residence

John Connor, Sarah Connor, and Cameron Phillips sat in the Jeep just outside the Wi-Fi'd It internet cafe. John asked his mother, "Remind me again, why I'm out here?"

She replied, "Someone needs to watch our backs, make sure no one and nothing tries to jump us. Besides, the last time you just ran off after one of them you were shot."

John had nothing to say to that one, so he kept his mouth shut. Cameron added, "John, we won't be long."

He assented, "All right. I guess I get the boring sentry job."

Sarah decided to kick things off. "Let's go Tin Miss." The two women left the Jeep, and thus John was on his own. He couldn't help but smirk at his mother's comment about watching their backs.

Cameron and Sarah entered the internet cafe to see that business was doing alright for the owner. Cameron remarked, "I learned Armenian."

Sarah raised an eyebrow and asked, "Armenian?"

Cameron explained, "The man we're meeting with, his name's Sarkissian. That's Armenian."

Sarah retorted, "Well, we're not here to charm him. We're here to get the Turk and get out. Simple. He said we should meet him at table 19."

She was walking toward a table when a man stepped in front of her and said, "Excuse me, I believe we have some business to take care of?"

She gave him a blank look and he pointed behind and above her. She turned and saw the sign, then pulled a $20 and said, "Oh, of course. Sorry. Table 19?"

He indicated the table in question and told her, "It's right there."

He smiled when she replied, "Keep the change."

Outside, John was doing his best to continually scan the area for those that didn't belong, but was getting bored. He was daydreaming about what Cameron might have had in mind for his birthday when he saw a blonde with an unnaturally purposeful gait headed straight for the door of the cafe. 'She doesn't look like a druggie, so what's she here for?' He grabbed his phone and snapped a photo of her, then sent the picture to Cameron with a message asking if the girl in question was a machine.

Cameron had been watching the instant message conversation between Sarah and Sarkissian when her phone beeped. She opened the message from John and instantly went on alert. Sarah muttered, "Nice doing business with you."

Cameron showed the woman John's message. It read, 'Cam, is she one of them?'

The cyborg then said, "Sarah, we have other things we need to do today. We should get to them."

Putting on her best cheerful face, Sarah snarked, "Yeah, I'm sure John's just dying for your attention."

Cameron saw the blonde girl enter the building. She tried to scan her, but her systems kept returning only static.

The I-950 saw both subjects, identified as Sarah Connor and Cameron Phillips, and made sure her scrambler system was deactivated. 'If the Renegade suspects, I won't have time to report in.' Cameron gave her a look of puzzlement, then Riley realized that residual traces of the jamming were still on her being.

John saw his mother and girlfriend exit the building, Cameron looking puzzled and Sarah wondering what the Hell was going on. When they arrived, he asked them, "How'd it go?"

Sarah supplied, "We need half a million dollars by tomorrow to get the Turk."

Cameron added, "When I scanned the girl, my sensors returned static."

John asked her, "So, what does that mean, exactly?"

The cyborg explained, "Her personal radiation level is consistent with someone sent back. When I tried to scan for cybernetic components, my sensors failed to determine whether she was a machine."

When neither of the Connors said anything, Cameron elaborated, "She may be the I-950 Jesse was sent back to help us with."

John immediately said, "As far from normal as this is going to sound, maybe we should see if the FBI is willing to tackle this one."

Riley went up to the front counter and asked the man, "Hey, are there any LAN parties going on?"

He looked around the corner, pointed out the young men in one corner and told her, "Yeah, right there." Then he asked her, "How long you planning on hanging around?"

She saw her target among the crowd, so she told the clerk, "However long they're here."

He informed her, "OK, that's ten bucks an hour."

She handed him a 20 and thanked him, then slinked her way over to the gamers. She asked them, "Hey, you guys mind if I join your game?"

One of the guys, thinking he would win because she happened to be blonde, said, "Come on down to Frag Town, baby!"

'I'm glad I never ran into this guy back home.' She put on a smile and sat down at a nearby computer.

After a few rounds of the game she started beating them, and one of the other guys asked her, "Hey, you're pretty good. What's your name?"

She extended her hand and told him, "I'm Riley Dawson."

He shook her hand and replied, "Danny Dyson."

Cameron asked her charge, future commanding officer, and love, "Are you sure about this, John?"

He answered, "Yeah. We don't draw their attention by hacking the databases, they have someone to put through due process, and it might keep the CIA, NSA, ATF, the military, and if we're insanely lucky, maybe even SkyNet itself off our backs."

Sarah wondered, "How are we going to tell them that?"

John dialed the number James had left for them and waited. After two rings he was greeted with, "James Ellison."

After verifying identities, John asked, "Agent, can you meet us?"

In his office, James Ellison asked, "Where?" John rattled off a place, then James replied, "I'll call if anything comes up."

His new partner, Agent Auldridge, decided to be a smartass and asked, "Ooo, one of your mystery CI's again?"

James answered, "Yes. Would you care to accompany me on this meet? Given the likelihood of strange things happening when they're involved, I think I could use some backup."

Auldridge shrugged and quipped, "You know what they say, two heads are better than one."

James replied, "Let's go."