Chapter Twenty-two: Eye in the shadow
Cameron peered out of the closet, looking midly worried. John himself, was much more than worried, he looked like he had just narrowly avoided being mauled to death by a rabid animal. Which wasn't too far from Sarah Connor when she was in a bad mood.
"Mom wants to talk to you." John notified, a pale, nervous smile forming across his face.
Cameron tilted her head in response. "I know." she replied. Her eyes never left John's as she made her way out of his room; a sense of worry having mutual influence over both pairs. The Cyborg stepped slowly out of the door, and used her enhanced hearing to make sure Sarah wasn't waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. She wasn't, she was somewhere in the front-yard, just as John had suggested.
Cameron marched down the stairs, and made her way out of the house that Ellison owned. Her battle damage was severe, but the house was on a lonely road, there weren't going to be any witnesses to her appearance anyway.
"Sarah?" she called quietly.
Sarah, whom was looking toward the street for Cameron, spun around, and saw the Cyborg staring at her, awaiting command. The older Connor trotted with annoyed vigor over to the machine. She had to squint to keep the sun out of her eyes. "Haven't really had a chance to talk since you got back, have we?" Sarah quipped.
The structure of the sentence suggested a friendly arrangement of words that was usually associated with greeting a friend, but Cameron was no friend of Sarah Connor. No... the voice in her tone matched that of warning, a taunt. Despite Cameron realizing this, she replied with a detached, monotone voice that was familiar to Sarah.
"No, we haven't."
Sarah bought it. Unknown to Cameron, it was an even greater irony that Sarah thought to herself "Hm, she still doesn't get Sarcasm." she crossed her arms, a usual gesture for a human preparing to give a condescending speech.
"Danny Dyson went missing a few months ago." she said.
If Cameron were human, she probably would have raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Instead, she used her normal substitute, which was a simple tilt of her head.
"How do you know?" she asked.
Sarah sighed. "I called Tarissa, she confirmed it." came the reply.
Cameron couldn't help herself, and her eyes widened slightly for a half-second. Luckily, Sarah didn't seem to notice. "You called her? Sarah, that was a dangerous thing to do. The chances of Skynet or it's allies tracing the call are-"
Sarah raised her voice, cutting Cameron off. "Oh shut up! I used a payphone in the middle of the city. If Skynet traced the call, it's gonna have a hell of a time finding us."
Upon hearing her retort, the Cyborg admitted she hadn't considered that. "What about Tarissa? Her call could have been traced?" Cameron further suggested.
Sarah was getting rather annoyed at the machine's persistence, but answered anyway. "Tarissa's not stupid, Cameron! She would've pulled Blythe and herself out of that home as soon as she hung up."
There was a new feeling that Cameron felt building inside her metal body. She found herself comparing it to happiness, but it wasn't quite that... and it only triggered when Sarah was visibly upset. After running an internal scan, searching her database; she realized that the closest description she found was a close cousin of happiness...
Amusement.
She decided not to pursue it further, as doing so could spell further hostilities between her and Sarah, and that wasn't wise; Sarah already mistrusted her.
Sarah unfolded her arms, and allowed her frustration with the young machine to fade away. "Yeah. Tomorrow morning I have to bring Tarissa over here to fill us in on all the details. I told her I was going to send someone, but I decided to go myself. I figured it'd be much easier to just bring her here myself. Save her the fuss of riding with a stranger." she explained.
Cameron felt conflicted. On one hand, she found it easier to spend more time around John if Sarah was gone, although there was still Derek to worry about. Beggars couldn't be choosers, so she didn't argue, and only nodded.
Sarah seemed to study the machine, her eyes starved for any evidence of Deception. She didn't expect to find any, not that she expected too.
"You didn't get fucked up in the future did you? Your mission is still to protect John, right?" Sarah asked.
Cameron nodded. "Yes." came her reply. Although she wasn't bound by programming to stay by his side anymore, it was more or less her own personal mission to protect him.
Sarah's expression remained unchanged. "Good. Then you make sure he doesn't set one goddamn step outside this house. I don't care how adventurous he feels, he stays in until all this heat dies down. We clear?"
Cameron smiled, visibly surprising Sarah. "Yes, Sarah. We are clear." she responded.
The older Connor gave Cameron a nod of acknowledgement, and brushed past the machine back into the house.
"Derek?" a familiar voice called to Derek Reese as he sipped his coffee. He glanced around his shoulder to see Ellison, who was standing behind him expectantly.
"Yeah?" he replied, possessing that same feral expression only Derek Reese was capable of.
James handed the Resistance soldier a beer, and Derek gently took it from his hand. "Thanks, I really need this." he muttered as he set down his coffee to chug down the beer.
Ellison took a seat on the couch across from the chair Derek was sitting in. He couldn't help but scope over the soldier, taking in the intensity of his features. He had no doubt that if there was one person who could survive an attack from a machine, it would be him.
Derek sipped the beer, and eyed Ellison. "I don't think I caught your name?" Derek said, unsure if he was close or not.
Ellison smirked. "James." he shook Derek's hand. "I used to work for the FBI; Hell, I made it my life's goal to hunt down Sarah Connor. I don't know how much she's told you about her and John's life, but she warned everyone about the machines." he explained.
Derek rose in his seat, "Yeah." he replied simply.
Ellison crossed his legs and spoke again. "No one believed her. I sure as hell didn't." Ellison relaxed his seating position slightly. "That is until one of those Terminators slaughtered my entire SWAT team." he said.
Derek raised an eyebrow, "Damn, how did that happen?"
James sighed, he shook his head. "I'd rather not get into it..." he said in a quiet voice.
There was a long awkward silence as Derek took small sips of his beer, while Ellison sat quietly watching some comedy-sketch show on the television. When words were spoken again, they were from James.
"Derek... did you know Savannah?" he asked.
The Resistance soldier was drinking his beer when he heard the question, and he coughed a little as it got stuck down his throat, he managed to swallow it when he regained control. "Shit, Savannah Weaver?"
James nodded. "Yeah. John said he met her in the future."
Derek stared Ellison down. "Yeah, I knew her. She was a damn good soldier. Wait... is that redhead Terminator her... mother? And the little girl is..."
James nodded. "Savannah. Yup, that's her." he finished.
Derek found the paradox rather amusing, and he found himself appreciating the alcoholic drink that Ellison given him tenfold. "Damn."
At that moment, a distraught John walked into the living room, a look of exasperation about him. "You guys gotta see this." he insisted.
Derek and James exchanged glances. The sense of the dramatic moment seemed strong today.
Six hours earlier.
Electricity crackled on the road. Los Angeles was once again besieged by an electrical anomaly.. One particular minivan carrying a party of four managed to regain control before being completely blinded by the sudden light, and it stopped just before it hit the crouched figure on the road. The occupants exited the vehicle, and the passenger pulled out his phone to record the event.
"Holy fucking shit!" one of them said.
The crouched figure stood up, eyeballing them with a heinous expression.
The third passenger approached from behind the driver, each occupants body language signaling complete shock. "M- ma'am? Are you okay?" He had realized the figure was female, strawberry blonde hair, brown eyes, and completely naked.
The fourth passenger came behind the main, he eyed down the strange woman. "You looking for a good time, sweetheart?"
The driver gave him a disapproving look. "Back off, Lance! I think she needs a hospi-" he was cut off when he felt a seemingly bionic force penetrate his chest, his eyes drifted over to the face that possessed the same expression he had seen before. He already felt his consciousness slip away, and the last moment he experienced was the copper taste as his body fell to the ground like a broken ragdoll.
"Oh god!" one the of the van occupants whimpered. The woman spotted the man trying to flee, but she already ripped out part of his spine, sending him withering on the ground in a slow, agonizing death.
The third had come at her with a knife, but before the blade could make its mark, the woman broke the man's arm and was rewarded with a scream of pain as the bone snapped. She tore the blade from his hand, and shoved it into his neck with all the force she possessed.
The last man had backed himself into a corner, his hands were held up in act of sheer desperation, and he was crying, pleading for his life. The stranger showed no trace of mercy in her eyes, the last thing he saw was her hand reaching toward him; it was a mercy he was dead before he felt his neck snap.
The woman looked over the carnage she had written, she began to pick up the bodies, tossing them over the bridge she had materialized on.
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE COMPLETE: ELIMINATE WITNESSES TO ARRIVAL.
PRIMARY OBJECTIVES...
FIND AND TERMINATE SETH SOMERS
FIND AND TERMINATE ELLEN CARTER
FIND AND TERMINATE PETER HENDERSON
The woman was a Terminator, in fact, she was the first of her breed. A new design that not only effectively eliminated human targets, but also reprogrammed Terminators. The future she had come from was... heavy with reprogrammed machines fighting for humanity. She was Skynet's answer to such abominations. She was a Terminatrix.
The Terminatrix opened the SUV door, and found a dull knife. This wouldn't do much against other machines, and she shouldn't resort to her... personal armory unless absolutely needed. She climbed inside the van, causing the vehicle to rock sideways momentarily, and began a thorough search. Naturally, the first place she searched was the glove compartment; she didn't find a gun inside; only a half empty pack of cigarettes and insurance papers. The second place was under the seat, and this time she did brush something smooth along the floor.
She pulled it out, only to feel a much larger part present itself. It was a glock handgun, and lucky for her, it had a full magazine. The Terminatrix, finally satisfied with her search, took her leave of the vehicle. She looked around, and saw a billboard for a shopping center only a few miles up ahead. She was bound to find clothing there. There was only the difficulty of hiding the carnage she had created.
"Missing people, huh? What, and you think it's linked to a Terminator?" Derek asked John, his arms folded and impatience possessing his demeanor.
John sighed in annoyance, sometimes his uncle was just too much for him to deal with. "Derek, were you not listening to the reporter when she talked? She said that burn marks were found on the bridge where the car was found found."
Derek held his hands up, his expression suddenly drained of agitation. "Alright, take it easy John. Just asking." he replied.
"The trajectory of the SUV's position suggests it was pushed over the bridge rather than rolled over." Cameron chimed in.
Sarah's eyes were glued to the screen, clearly not expecting such an array of events happening this early. If a Terminator had indeed been sent back, then who was the target? John? Or maybe it was someone else of importance to the Resistance.
Ellison spoke. "What are we dealing with here?" he looked at Sarah and Derek, who didn't even seem to hear his question as they were focused on the screen. He turned his attention to Cameron. "Cameron?"
Cameron shifted her gaze to the man. An expression of uncertainty dawning over her. "I can't say for sure. The bodies have yet to be found, and the vehicle disposal seemed rushed. It's possible the people who went missing were witnesses to the machine's arrival."
John and Cameron heard Derek grumble something to himself, something along the lines of 'Very helpful' in a sarcastic tone. Both of them shooting a glare at his back.
"Where's Catherine?" Sarah asked aloud.
"Here." A Scottish voice pitched in.
Every pair of eyes in the room turned around to look at the machine as it walked in. She stood in the door-frame like a ghost, waiting for someone to speak. Sarah approached Catherine, and muttered "follow me" to her. Catherine complied, and followed Sarah into the upstairs hallway. John peeked around the door, trying to see exactly where they were going. Suddenly, he looked at Cameron with a sullen look on his expression. The Cyborg frowned, unsure of his sudden nosedive in mood; was he upset with her? What had she done? She'd have to ask him when they were alone.
Sarah pulled Catherine to the side, to make sure she was out of earshot of the others. "There might be a new Terminator in town. News said that some burn marks were found at a crime scene on a bridge in the city. They might be after John." she explained.
Catherine narrowed her eyes at the human woman. "I don't see the problem, Sarah. Deal with this machine as you have dealt with the others."
Sarah glared at the older machine. "I said might be. It could have another mission we don't know about."
The T-1001 considered her words for a moment. It was possible she supposed, but no reason to ask on irrational jumps. "We can't be too sure, but I agree we cannot be too careful. There's no telling what recent events could have done to the timeline."
Sarah shrugged, her expression suddenly becoming more intense. "What if her target isn't John? What if it's someone else?" she suggested, "Like Tarissa... or Danny" she added to herself silently.
Catherine looked conflicted, and she had to admit, the human's need to rely on their instinct was completely illogical. "It's highly unlikely. It is doubtful there are any other Termination targets besides you and John here in Los Angeles."
Oh how Sarah wished she could clock the machine right in her jaw without any repercussion... her smug confidence was most irritating. From the other side, Catherine didn't seem to notice.
"Out of curiosity, whom is it do you suspect to be graced with the honor of Termination?" she asked.
Sarah struggled to answer for a moment, fearing that Catherine might ridicule her response. She winced before speaking.
"Danny Dyson." she said.
Once again, Catherine's puzzled look returned. "You say that name like I'm supposed to know who he is."
"He's the son of Miles Dyson. The creator of the Artificial Intelligence that becomes Skynet." Sarah answered.
Catherine remained emotionless, but turned her neck slightly, as she did when curiosity overtook her. "Interesting." she murmured. "Does Skynet fear the possibility of an alliance between you and Daniel?"
Sarah shrugged. "That'd be a good reason." she replied.
Catherine began pondering the consequences of the situation, what moves they had, and what moves would be impossible to make. "What do you know?"
Sarah focused her eyes on the machine, a look of contempt washing over her previously anxious face. "He has a mother named Tarissa, she confirmed my suspicions that Danny went missing a few months ago, but she didn't want to tell me anymore over the phone. I'm going to take a trip to Sunnyvale and talk to her in person."
"When are you leaving?" Catherine asked.
"Now." Sarah shot.
Catherine adjusted her neck slightly, adapting an intimidating pose over the woman. "Very well. I will accompany you."
Sarah scoffed, following with a string of mocking chuckles. "Yeah... that's not going to happen. I can barely handle you for five minutes, let alone five hours." she quipped.
The T-1001 didn't seem to be fazed by Sarah's lighthearted insult, she had intentions of her own. "I insist. I require transport to increase the travel time to Zeira Corporation." she replied.
Sarah crossed her arms, her voice raising slightly when she spoke again. "Are you sure you need it now?"
Catherine's tone matched Sarah's. "Of course I am, Sarah!"
The older Connor actually looked somewhat surprised by the machine's sudden tone. "Alright, alright, calm down!" she paused, realizing she'd implied the machine was angry. But that wasn't possible was it? It was an act. It had to be. "I've got to lay down the ground rules and grab weapons. If you have any preparations, get them done quickly; we leave in ten minutes." Sarah ordered the machine. She slipped away back inside the room where the television and the others were.
All eyes in the room turned their attention to Sarah. John's looked slightly worried.
"Alright everyone, listen up. There's someone I need to retrieve in Sunnyvale, Catherine's coming with me and it's a five hour drive, and I probably won't be back until tomorrow. If you need to go somewhere, make sure everyone knows where you are. And John, under no circumstances short of a Terminator will you leave this house, understand?"
Her son nodded with an unnoticeable but existent frown. "Yeah."
Sarah's mood instantly eased off, and she approached her son. She leaned close enough for only his ears to hear her, and she gently cupped his head in her hands.
"John, I know you don't want to be kept prisoner in this house forever, but it's for your own safety... okay?" Her tone came out motherly, and one of the greatest ironies to John, was the fact that his mother was possibly the most intimidating person in the world, but the care and guidance that came from her when she spoke was unmatched. Further evidence to the fact was when she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.
John's cheeks instantly reddened, he was always easily embarrassed when his mother kissed him on the forehead in front of people. He managed to share a smile at her anyway. "Be careful, mom."
Sarah shared a look of equal farewell with the others in the room, and walked back into the hallway. She marched down the stairs, and retrieved her sidearm from under the couch, she approached the kitchen looking for Catherine.
"Catherine, it's time to go!" she called. She peered inside the kitchen, and found the T-1001 comforting a distraught Savannah. She approached quick enough to hear the ending of their conversation.
"- I promise, I'll be back soon." and the machine leaned forward, and kissed Savannah on the forehead, as Sarah had done with John.
Sarah studied the interaction closely, and tried to convince herself that it was a fad, but the gesture seemed so... genuine. But how? It was a machine, it wasn't capable of that kind of fluidity. Or were they?
Savannah scurried away with a reassured smile on her face, and the T-1001 stood up and faced Sarah, and the human cleared her throat.
"Are you ready?"
Noon. It was the busiest time for a retail business, and the Terminatrix knew it would be easier to slip into the crowd, as her social skills weren't developed. Her plan had worked, and she made her way into the store without even a second glance from the greeter. Her limited information on Seth Somers had led her to a Walmart in Los Angeles, as he was an employee there. The only other piece of information she had was his supposed date of birth, but that was irrelevant to the task at hand.
She made her way to the back of the store, sneaking an employee name tag and blue shirt from the oblivious electronics cashier who was talking on her cellphone, seemingly waiting to clock out to end her shift. The Terminatrix retreated behind the display shelves for video games, and slipped on the shirt, and applied the name tag which read "penny". When that was over, she proceeded into the warehouse center, and followed the signs to the store manager's office.
She peered inside the office to find a young man, maybe in his mid-30's working on a spreadsheet on his computer. She knocked on the frame. "Hello?"
The manager turned his attention away from his work, and smiled at her. "Hey, how can I help you..." he leaned in, studying the tag on her shirt. "...Penny?"
The Terminatrix smiled. "I need to speak with Seth Somers, is he here?" she asked.
The manager frowned. "Uh, is this a work-related matter?" he inquired.
The Terminatrix shook her head. "No, I'm his girlfriend. He didn't come home last night, and I'm worried about him."
The manager shrugged. "So call him?"
The Terminatrix remained stoic. "I don't have his number."
The manager frowned and rose an eyebrow. "You... are dating him and you don't have his number?" He watched the woman seemingly search herself for a response, and when she spoke, it was like she was a robot.
"No."
The manager sighed, but reached over to the drawer under his desk and pulled it open. "Yeah, okay. Let me see if I can get his file." He dug through dozens of folders of Walmart employees and company records, a feat which took a little under a minute, and the manager seemed to be relieved at it's discovery.
"Ah, here we go. Now let me verify-" the man was cut off with a titanic gripping force wrapping itself around his throat. He felt his body lift into the air, and stared into the eyes of his assailant, the employee; Penny. He struggled to speak, but the grip tightened even more, and his grunts that were his suppressed cries for help didn't even leave the room, and within seconds, everything had blacked out.
The Terminatrix verified the last beat of his pulse, and let the body fall to the ground. She read the tag on his uniform, "Calvin." When she registered the information, she opened the file that the manager had laid out.
NEW INFORMATION LOCATED. PROCESSING...
SETH GORDON SOMERS
ADDRESS: 662 N VAN NESS AVE STE 301
DOB: MARCH 5TH, 1990
ROLE: RESISTANCE HIGH-COMMAND
DIRECTIVE: PRIORITY TERMINATION
Satisfied with the information she had retrieved, the Terminatrix pulled out the knife she had stolen from the men she killed upon her arrival, and bent over, plunging the knife into the unconscious man, killing him immediately. The Terminatrix discarded the name tag on her shirt, hoping to throw the authorities off her trail briefly. She stood up as a pool of blood began coloring the floor, and she took her leave of the manager's office.
New alias assigned: 'PENNY'
Cameron strolled into the living room, where Derek Reese was doing pull-ups on the door frame. He seemed to be focused on his workout, and the machine deduced he probably wouldn't notice her going upstairs. Like she suspected, the Resistance fighter didn't pay her any mind as she marched to the second floor and John's room. She knocked on his door, and heard him say, "Come in." from the other side.
Cameron opened the door, closing it quietly behind her. She noticed John had smiled, seemingly happy by her arrival, but continued to lay in the bed anyway. Cameron tilted her head, and lied down next to him. John wrapped his right arm around her, pulling her close.
"If Derek walks in on us, we're dead you know." John joked.
Cameron remained motionless. "Door's locked." she stated
She placed her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. John quivered slightly at her presence, but found joy in it regardless. They sat in silence, soaking in each other's comfort for a while, and Cameron finally lifted her head to speak.
"John, I noticed you were sullen earlier today. Is everything alright?" Cameron asked.
John's expression fell, and Cameron felt regret at her words. But was relieved when John spoke again.
"In that room today, I finally realized how crowded this house is. How you and I won't be able to always express how we feel about each other. Derek would kill you if he found out, I don't know about Ellison, but my gut tells me it would be a bad idea if he knew too; and Savannah... well, she's a kid, and I don't trust kids when it comes to secrets. Don't even get me started on mom, if she found out..."
"They won't." Cameron interrupted.
John looked at his companion closely. "They will eventually." he paused. "From the beginning I wanted to tell you how I felt about you, but I didn't think you could feel. But you were different, I knew you were. Those quirks were a dead giveaway"
Cameron tilted her head. "My quirks?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, causing a string of hair to block her metal eye.
John smiled and pushed away the strand of hair in her face, caressing her cheek when he placed the strand behind her ear. "Yeah, you know - like tilting your head, causing your hair to block your vision." he said with a slight chuckle, causing Cameron's smile to inflate.
"And... asking questions like, 'do I have a birthday', and having an attachment to that purple jacket, and..." John's chipper attitude retreated. "being jealous."
Cameron's smile faded in turn, and she glared at him with what seemed to be anger, although her face was rather stoic, but John suspected he had pissed her off.
"Am I not allowed to be jealous?" Cameron deadpanned. "You are mine, John Connor."
John's eyes widened, and he felt intimidated by the machine for the first time since "that day"
"Oh, Cameron, I uh..." he scrambled himself for words.
Cameron's smile returned quickly, finding amusement in John's awkward trip. "I fooled you."
John and the Cyborg shared a smile, and the young Connor laughed. "You're getting too good at that." he stated.
Cameron leaned in close. "Am I getting good at this?" she said, kissing him deeply.
John nodded. "Very good." he answered.
His expression of seriousness returned, and he cupped Cameron's right cheek with his hand. "Uh, look Cameron. In all seriousness, I'm sorry that I didn't treat you better before the jump, you were growing... and I ignored it. I ignored it because... I had feelings for you. I just... I was confused. Riley, she was just a substitute, someone I tried to love, but I knew it was pointless. I didn't love Riley, I was sad to see her go, because I wanted someone to be there, and she was there, but I never felt her presence. But you, you were always there for me. Even if back then I believed you were cold, I felt you there. I didn't love her." his gaze focused deeper into her eyes. "Because I loved you."
John leaned in for a kiss, but Cameron pulled back. John stared at her in confusion, and she seemed to be suddenly troubled.
"Thank you for being honest with me, John. Now, it's only fair that I am honest with you." she explained.
John laid back, awaiting input.
"When we were captured by General Perry, he locked us in a cell deep inside the base, and they threatened to kill you if Savannah and I escaped." Cameron turned her eyes away from John's, unable to face him, fearing his contempt. "I almost gave up. There was hopelessness that surrounded us. I almost gave up on you, John. If the base hadn't been attacked, I don't know what I would have done. I shouldn't have done that... I shouldn't have given up. I failed you." Tears began to fill Cameron's eyes as she became hysterical.
John immediately pulled her into a comforting hug. "Hey, no you didn't Cameron, shh, shh. It's alright." He placed small kisses on the top of her head, holding her close as he did so. "Cameron, look at me."
The machine complied, her tear soaked cheeks glistening in the lighting.
"Cameron, you are the person who threw herself in front of countless bullets to keep me from being riddled with them, you are the one who constantly risks your life in order to save mine, you are the the one who put yourself through hell even though I treated you like dirt. So don't you dare tell me that you failed me, Cameron." John protested, gliding his thumb over the wet trails on Cameron's cheeks, drying her skin off. "You never failed me, Cameron. You are my hero." he said with a smile.
Cameron's gentle smile slowly returned, and she practically pounced him. She pinned his arms against the bed, and kissed him aggressively. She pulled back, and John gasped for air.
"Wow, what was that?" he asked.
"Passion." she quipped. She turned her attention to the door. "It appears Lieutenant Reese is done with his workout. I should leave." she pecked him on the lips once more, quick, but loving. She stood up from the bed, and made her way to the door, as soon as she opened it, John called to her.
"Hey, I can take you to dinner soon, right?"
She turned around and winked at him, closing the door as she did so.
Penny reached Seth's address an hour after she left the Walmart. She popped open her glove compartment, and fed a fresh magazine into her Glock. She opened the car door, stepping out and marched towards the house that Seth lived in. She knocked on the door three times, and a minute later, a small, dark-haired man opened the door.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Seth Somers?" Penny inquired.
Seth looked the woman up and down. "Yeah?" he said nervously.
Penny raised her Glock, and sent a round straight into Seth's heart; killing him instantly. She turned around, running back to her car, and fled the scene before the authorities could arrive. As she took a right turn, she noticed an update on her heads-up-display.
MISSION UPDATED...
SETH SOMERS TERMINATED... MISSION COMPLETE.
REMAINING TASKS...
TERMINATE ELLEN CARTER
TERMINATE PETER HENDERSON
The game was fruitful today, it seemed.
