Early August 2020 - And here we have an updated version of chapter six. By the end of this I'll be happier with the finished product of this story.
September 2020 - Things have been tough, and I know everyone has had it tough. My father is in hospital and I'm honestly worried for him, so updates have been slow. I've been modifying the chapters as needed.
Terminator
Bond of Steel and Bone
Chapter 6
Epitome in Chaos. Saving Robert Kent
It was a little past eleven at night; 11:15 to be exact, most of the staff were still at work, tired eyed and weary from over eighteens hours' worth of work. The bosses had wanted them to continue till midnight to obtain more progress with their work. But so far the tests had only showed a slight improvement. Working on such a product was a lot harder than it seemed, with only bits and pieces scrambled from 1997 and their starting point being that of a machine that played chess. The final product was inching towards completion piece by piece. But it sometimes felt as if it still weren't enough.
Robert Kent opened his mouth wide, his tight jaw joints cracking audibly, and yawned.
"Ooh nice." One of his co-workers; Andy grimaced as they drank from god only knew what number of coffees they'd had that day.
"Yeah yeah, bite me." Robert droned back, giving the man a jaded look.
"Hey now come on you two! We're into our last hour, let's not try and bite each other's heads off, yeah?" One of Robert female co-workers; Maddie, spoke up, looking at them from over her shoulder and giving them a tired grin.
"Alright alright." "Yes Ma'am." The pair muttered in reply. Andy removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Okay so," Robert paused and looked over the algorithm on his screen, "the former parts work, all the initial parts work, it's just everything afterwards seem to fall apart."
"Which we already know." Andy muttered.
"The base program works to a point but it's sub optimal." Robert continued.
"Which we already know." Maddie interjected.
"You two gunna keep busting my balls?" Robert looked between the pair of them exasperated.
"Yes." They replied, snorting and laughing a second afterwards.
"Great, freaking pair of comedians." Robert groaned and stared at his computer screen.
Tomorrow morning was when his plan went into action, he'd wanted an early night sleep to feel better rested for what was to come. Damn his bosses and damn this place. He knew Sarah would want to come back here and destroy it, he didn't care but he didn't want to get involved in that part, once he was gone, he was done. Just a few more minutes now.
"What about if we," Maddie began moments before the alarm started blaring throughout the whole complex, "the hell?"
Robert looked around in alarm. Had they come early? Had they been caught? Oh shit, oh shit, this was bad.
From somewhere in the building they heard the sound of gunfire, Robert looked to the others everyone else around the office now looking around at one another for someone to do or say something, the alarm stopped but still no one made a noise.
A resonating boom echoed across the complex and tremor shook through the foundation of the building, the floor itself trembled.
"W-what the hell is going on?" Maddie stammered out in alarm.
Security personnel rushed to the stairwell by the offices, one guard staying near the office doors with his hand near his microphone/headset combination. "Everyone remain calm and stay here."
"What the fuck is going on?!" A woman from the other side of the office cried out.
"Not your concern right now, calm down." The guard said more forcefully. "A security detail is going to deal with it!"
Robert started to sweat, this wasn't the plan, he knew Sarah wouldn't deviate from the plan, was this someone else and if so, who were they?
The cyborg ascended the stairs rapidly. With the exits blocked off for the lower levels and the lobby's doors sealed up with security panels, she had to work quickly in case this facility had any fire exits, which likely it did. This was not what one would call a masterplan, it had all the elegancy more befitting to a brutish series Eight-Hundred; little more than breaking in, and killing everything that moves, if she had her way, she'd have scouted out the area and used any failings or weak points she found to her advantage.
She also knew that the bodies she left behind were likely only the first wave of security, a building of such significance wouldn't have had such lightly armed security forces, and it was only a matter of time before she encountered heavier resistance, or reinforcements came from elsewhere.
As she rounded the corner to ascend the second set of stairs did she encounter another armed individual, a Sig 226 in hand just coming through the entrance to the stairway, she raised an Mp5 and fired a quick burst into his chest, the man cried out and fell back, she heard more men coming from the where he'd come from, she spotted the man, still very much alive, being pulled back out of the stairway. She could hear muffled voices talking about setting up a defensive position, but nothing much else.
The cyborg stepped onto the second floor and rounded the corner towards the offices, immediately her body was pounded various munitions, amongst the gunfire was a dull and heavy crack-boom, the cyborg right shoulder recoiled violently, a second crack-boom and the woman recoiled further.
CRACK-BOOM
CRACK-BOOM
CRACK-BOOM
The woman was violently knocked backwards then hit the ground; the whole time various other munitions pounded into her body till she fell to the ground.
"Target down!"
"Tanner needs medical assistance"
"I'm alright, I'm fine!"
"Where's the rest of them?"
"We need reinforcements on the second floor."
"Alright, we're holding position."
Magazines hit the floor as the security officers reloaded, shells loaded into shotguns. Shotguns were a bane to her kind. Not enough power to leave any lasting damage, exotic munitions used by the Resistance not counting, but the sheer power was enough to knock even her model onto their metallic asses.
There had been six of them, seven if she included the man laying on the floor wounded, all dressed in a deep blue or black, ballistic vests covering their chests.
Other than the one guy with the Mp5 and Sig 226, she'd counted five with AR-15 carbines in .223 calibre, and one with a pump-shotgun - model unknown.
She lay there completely deathly still, scanning the area with her eyes, she could an office just next to her with various people inside cowering and hiding, she they hadn't started evacuating, that was to her benefit, glancing down she could just make out one of the men officers, armed with an AR carbine, aiming in her direction.
"Go check her." An unseen officer said, she heard one man moved slowly, likely being cautious of counterattack.
She immediately looked straight ahead to make it look like she was dead.
The security officer stepped in front of her, the tip of his boot nearly touching her forehead, glancing upwards she saw him scanning the stairway,
"It's clear!"
She made her move.
She grabbed his ankle with one hand and squeezed, she heard him cry out in pain as she felt the muscles and tendons snap in her grasp, she pulled herself up and punched him in the side of the knee which she felt snap under her fist, the man lost his balance and she pulled him down to her using him as a shield, pulled the AR-carbine from his body, the straps snapping from the force, and began firing at the others, her targeting reticule focusing on the officer with the shotgun, a burst of 5.56 dropped him to the floor, dead on not it didn't matter immediately, another barrage came her way, the officer in her grasp absorbing most of the impacts his wails of agony intensifying.
One by one the other men fell, still they moved, the Kevlar vests saving their lives, it wouldn't matter. The man in her arms had stopped screaming by time the last man fell, glancing at him she could tell he was dead. She threw the carbine and the body away then stood over her back she pulled her Ithaca from its scabbard on her back, and marched ahead, aiming the weapon at the first downed man, the one she'd shot at the stairwell, he coughed as his eyes locked on to her, his hands reaching for his Mp5, she lined up her shotgun's barrel to his head and pulled the trigger. She repeated the process with the other men, having to reload one shell to finish the last.
She turned her head and investigated the office, there were men and women panicking, screaming, all looking at her, none daring to move, these were not fighters, no training, no threat. She stepped into the office, "Robert Kent?" she asked. No one replied. Robert Kent may have been her main target, but these nobodies were a part of what was going on here. It wasn't a calculated risk she was willing to take.
Grabbing the Mp5s from her side she opened fire on the employees, pausing briefly when she noticed one of her weapons not firing, she looked to the weapon and saw two bullet holes through the weapon, disabling it, likely having been destroyed during the initial ambush. Damn.
She looked back up, only a few were dead. She turned back grabbing two AR-15 carbines from the dead security team and finished the job, spraying the weapons at the workers, she took note of other workers in other offices running for the stairs, dropping the carbines she withdrew her CZ and .44 magnum and fired rapidly. Giving a quick chase to those still alive to the stairs while holstering her pistol and reloading her working Mp5, she fired quick short bursts in to the runners, dropping them. Scanning the stairway, nothing moved but she could hear movement upstairs. She removed the magazine from her damaged Mp5 and loaded it into the functional firearm then threw the broken weapon to the ground.
Looking back into the office space and scanned around, her artificial senses couldn't detect anyone. She retrieved the dead man's Mp5 and spare ammunition then slung the weapon over her shoulder, she retrieved two more AR-15 carbines then looked around the large room there were adjacent rooms all possibly filled with people, she'd best check them, if anyone made their way past her from the other floors, the security panels in the foyer was keep them trapped inside. She marched on quickly, not wanting to waste time
Everyone in the office was panicking, there'd been sporadic bursts of gunfire gradually getting louder and louder, the security officer by the office had been growing less and less confidant, Robert knew, he could see it in the man's body language, the look on the guy's face. Whatever the force they were up against was leaving behind nothing but bodies.
Suddenly from the stairwell came "Samson", in his hands was a simple short M16 like rifle, he locked onto the security officer and strode over to him and began issuing orders to him. Robert for his part couldn't make out what was being said. The security officer suddenly nodded and looked to everyone. "Alright we're moving, we're heading through the other offices and making our way upstairs."
"Up? We need to go down; we need to get out of here!" a woman cried out.
"The other stairway is blocked; we need to out manoeuvre the hostile force." Samson replied, staring straight at the woman.
"Alright come on people let's move, come on, one at a time." The Officer ordered and one by one the workers evacuated out of the office and into the adjacent rooms. Robert quietly slipped his pen drive into his pocket and followed the others out.
23:35
That's the time it said on the digital clock; Cameron knew the clock was forty-six second fast.
Cameron had been driving the whole way there, Sarah had told her where they would be staying for the night, a small motel a couple of miles away from the facility. Derek was left to protect John back at the safe house. Despite the stealthy nature of this mission, Sarah still expected a fight, getting in and out of that facility with their man wouldn't go off without a hitch.
From how Sarah had described it, John had looked up this Epitome company that owned the facility.
"It's a sort of branching company, it and a couple others are owned by a company; Tera-Max, like terabyte, Epitome is just one of the few companies that work with software and programmes." John had told them. There wasn't much more information on them other than they existed and had lots of money.
"Definitely sounds like a Skynet lead." Sarah had replied at the time.
Now Sarah was quiet contemplating their move into the facility, it would be tricky, risky, they may not come out in one piece, but her contact had told her she had to come immediately, even sent the location of the building, the co-ordinates, and security codes to her phone. His voice had sounded so familiar, so much like his father's. She had to find him, she owed that much.
"Who is your contact?" Cameron finally spoke up breaking the silence that had plagued the two of them since they left.
Sarah had gazing out of the window most of the journey, lost in her thoughts when Cameron spoke. She looked at the cyborg. "You've actually met him before, if only briefly but he's changed a lot since we all saw him last."
Cameron knew Sarah wouldn't divulge any more information unless she felt it necessary.
"What resistance will you be expecting?" The cyborg asked needing to know the level of hostility they would likely meet, so she could prepare for it.
"I'm not sure. For a company who seems intent on keeping everything they do quiet, I'm expecting a private security, likely well-armed. Maybe even a Trip-Eight if it is actually Skynet related." Sarah replied after a moment of thought.
Cameron kept her eyes on the road, neither occupant looked at the other. "You're being quiet Sarah. Leading psychologists say talking can be helpful when dealing with stress." Cameron finally looked at Sarah, she had scanned there was nothing ahead of them, so was fine for the moment to look away.
"Who says I'm stressed?" Sarah retorted, glancing at Cameron with an annoyed look.
"You're Sarah Connor, you're always stressed" Cameron replied plainly, understanding Sarah Connor was like that of the older John Connor she'd left in the future. "Is there something wrong?"
Sarah groaned to herself at what she perceived as an insult. Machines were trying to kill her and her son, she could be at least a little stressed. But that wasn't what had her quiet, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, thinking over the mission and what it meant to her personally, thinking about what John and Cameron had told her about the new cyborg and how John had been acting in the last day or two, it was such a sudden change, but he'd been different. More mature? Perhaps. But she also noticed how he and Cameron had been interacting together.
"What's going on with John?" she dared to ask the machine, believing she had something to do with it.
"How do you mean?" the cyborg inquired.
"He's been acting different," Sarah wanted to elaborate further, with how he's been talking to her, his attitude, how he'd been around Cameron.
"I don't know, you could ask when we return to the safe house." Cameron suggested, in truth she had been curious but had thought against asking, not when things were starting to be how she preferred.
"Yeah, maybe," Sarah grumbled, then focussed on Cameron "also, what's going on between you and John?" she asked finally turning to look back at the machine next to her.
"John is my primary mission, I can't effectively protect him if I'm not close." Cameron, glancing to the rear-view mirror.
"I know that, but not even a few days ago things were different between you two, now it's like before his birthday." Sarah replied, looking the machine over, she didn't need to elaborate on which birthday both woman and machine knew which birthday the former meant.
Cameron tilted her head to the side a little as she drove.
"I apologised to John," Cameron began straightening her head, Sarah raise an curious brow, "I told him I was sorry for trying to kill him that day, I understood I'd ruined something special for him," Cameron paused glancing at Sarah to gauge her reaction before continuing, "John explained to me, he'd already forgiven me for his attempted termination, but was angry at me for what I'd said to him later."
That piqued Sarah's interest. "What did you say?" she asked.
"I told him he couldn't be trusted," Cameron replied immediately, she noted Sarah's surprised reaction elaborated, "that he reactivated me without knowing if I was still under Skynet programming."
Silence settled between the pair, Sarah still looking at the cyborg.
"Alright, then what?" Sarah asked slowly, waiting for the machine to go on further.
"I apologise to him for what I'd said, knowing now that I should have better explained myself before, my programming was still partially fragmented after my reboot, you saw that yourself when we were dealing with Greenway. I wasn't quite right."
Sarah recalled Cameron's slowness during their mission at the Serrano Point Plant. "But you're better now?"
"Yes, CPU functionality has returned to acceptable levels. If my CPU wasn't fragmented after my reboot, I would've known to explain myself better."
"Hindsight is ever a bitch." Sarah jested dryly.
"Yes, hindsight is a bitch." Cameron parroted.
"But are you sorry? Do you even think you were wrong, or were you just telling him that to get on his good side?" Sarah asked, a hint of accusation in her tone.
"No, I meant what I said, John would've known if I was being manipulative."
"Would he?" Sarah dared to ask.
"John isn't easily fooled when he's thinking," Cameron glanced at Sarah, "he's smarter than he lets on."
"I know he is," Sarah shot back indignantly. As if the machine was telling her something she didn't already know! She knew John was smart he'd been trained to be smart.
Cameron glanced at Sarah, saying nothing else. Neither spoke to the other for the rest of the journey.
They finally reached the 24-hour motel John had located for them before they started their journey.
"I'll go get the room, you get the bags," Sarah told her, before getting out of the vehicle. Cameron wordlessly followed her orders, got out of the vehicle and walked around to the trunk.
Sarah walked into the reception, a bell by the door jingling as it opened, and saw an aging man around mid-50's sat behind the desk watching a small television to his right, behind him was an old analogue clock its indicating it was a little before midnight. He looked up from the television and focussed on Sarah and gave what he'd guess was a welcoming smile.
"Good evenin'." He greeted in a friendly manner.
"Hey," Sarah replied trying her best to sound as nice as possible, "I'd like a room for two people, just for the night." She asked.
The man nodded as he reached under his desk, retrieved a large book, his catalogue, and penned it, he glanced over it at the available rooms.
"What size you wanting ma'am? Anything special, we have a few with kitchens." He informed her.
"Something not too small or too big, it's just me and my daughter." She replied pleasantly, keeping up her well-practised act.
The man looked back at his books, the door opened signalled by the jingle of the bell and glanced up, he looked back down to his book before his focus shot back to what he'd seen; a young girl no older than 17 lifting a large bag in each hand.
"Your daughter?" he asked pointing at Cameron with his pencil.
Sarah looked to the cyborg and gave her an annoyed look, something she felt she was starting to do a lot of this mission, the silent message of trying to tell the machine that she was blowing their cover, Cameron put the bags down staring at Sarah before looking at the man.
"I work out." Cameron said suddenly.
The man glanced between the two for a moment then looked back to his books for a moment.
"Okay got Room twelve, just outside and to the left four doors down, got a bathroom and two single beds, that's $96 each."
Sarah grabbed her wallet and gave him the money, in cash.
He turned around and scanned the keys behind him, grabbed the key and gave it to Sarah. "Remember room 12, just outside and four to your left." He smiled.
"Thank you," Sarah said before she left, Cameron lifted the bags and followed her.
Once in the room Cameron set the bags down as Sarah locked the door behind them.
"Very nice back there by the way," Sarah said sarcastically in an annoyed ton, "small teenage girl carrying bags a full-grown man would have problems carrying."
"You told me to get the bags, I got the bags." Cameron replied plainly.
Sarah was about to retort when her phone buzzed, she pulled it from her pocket and looked at it. A number she'd only known to text was calling her. A shiver of dread ran down her spine, this wasn't the plan. She answered the phone.
"Seven-nine-nine-one, dash, nine-two, dash, eight-zero." the voice spoke out quickly, quietly in a terrified tone.
It was him, and god damnit he sounded just like his father.
"What's wrong?" Sarah immediately asked.
"Someone, something is here, it's killing everyone! You've got to hurry!"
"Stay out of sight and keep quiet, we'll come to get you, keep your phone on you and we'll send a message when we're there!" Sarah ordered him, then hung up. She looked at Cameron, "Change of plan we're going now!"
The Terminatrix had noticed a dwindling in security forces the last few floors, most of them trying to get the workers out of the area, she'd gunned them down as she had the rest. Still no sign of Robert Kent, either he was among the crowd she could hear in the foyer or he was still upstairs. Her AR-carbines she'd procured had run empty so were tossed away, one Mp5 had a few rounds left in the magazine, with the other totally empty, she gone to using a stolen Sig P226 from the last security officer she'd encountered.
She'd gone past the fifth floor, where she should've found her target, but he wasn't there, no one had been, she'd searched the adjacent rooms, but still she found no one. The sixth had a small security force of three men, trying to get a handful of workers down the stairs, they'd been dispatched with ease. Now though she was running out of floors, on the seventh she once more found no one.
She stepped onto the eighth floor with P226 pistol in her outstretched hand. A hand shot out from around the corner, wrapped around her wrist and moved her aim to the ceiling, a man slightly taller than her stepped from around the corner his free hand going for her throat and hoisted her into the air. A hostile cyborg. The machine paused, likely noting the extra effort needed in lifting her then threw her across through the glass wall and into an unoccupied office. Her body crashed through a flimsy cubicle separator and through a computer monitor before hitting the ground.
The taller cyborg raised its weapon; a Car-15 carbine, scanning the area where the female landed as it slowly closed in on her position.
Suddenly the female was on her feet, a carbine and mp5 in her hands, the machines fired upon one another, the burst of munitions piercing their organic tissue but doing little else damage against the other.
The female looked the hostile machine over as it reloaded its weapon,
SUBJECT SCAN COMPLETE: …
SERIES: T-888 – MEDIUM FRAME
INFILTRATOR MODEL - 139
WEAPON MATCH: …
COLT 723 - .223 CALIBRE.
THREAT LEVEL – MODERATE.
At the exact same moment the Triple Eight had scanned its enemy as it reloaded its carbine, its HUD informing coming up with little information on the female based unit, knowing only that its endoskeleton shared similarities with its own.
The female released her automatics, the Triple-Eight stormed forward firing its carbine at the female's face, she drew her Ithaca "Stakeout" from her shoulder sling and pointed the weapon at the T-888 and fired directly into its face, the machine's head jerked back upon impact.
The female machine pumped her shotgun and fired again till her weapon ran empty, the final shell knocking the male-based cyborg onto its back. Knowing the rest of her weapons would be ineffective against a Terminator she placed her Ithaca down on the desk and removed her automatic weapons as the other Machine quickly rose to its feet.
Standing once more the Triple-Eight charged at the unknown Cyborg and grabbed it, the Terminatrix retaliated putting her hands on the inside of its grasp, knocked its hands away then grabbed the infiltrator before spinning it and herself around and threw it, its body crashing through a desk several metres away.
She marched towards the machine's location scanning for it as she did so, she heard the cracking of wood, the crunch of marble and prepared herself for confrontation, she came upon where the machine had landed but found nothing but the crumpled desk, she turned around looking for its whereabouts. She had lost it but knew it couldn't have gone far, she walked carefully through the desk debris wood splintering under her feet.
As she past by another cubicle, the Triple-Eight kicked the Terminatrix's legs out from under her dropping her to the floor. The T-888 moved quickly and straddled the female's wait, pinning her down. The machine grabbed a large handful of its her hair and repeatedly slammed her face into the marble flooring; the marble cracking after the first hit, and shattered after the third, the blunt trauma broke the female's nose and started bruising her skin.
The female retaliation was swift; as the Triple-Eight pulled her head back, she reached out grabbing its arm with one hand, grabbed her arm in return with its free hand, she countered grabbed its other arm and pulled knocking the machine off balance causing it to fall flat against her body. With its weight better distributed across her, she released its arms then pushed against the ground rolling them both over.
With quick fluid movements the Terminatrix immediately rolled away and jumped back onto her feet, her eyes locked onto the Triple-Eight which was just getting back up, she stormed towards it, raised her leg up high and kicked the machine square in its chest sending it crashing into the cubicle behind it, the wood and marble desk cracking against the cyborg's weight but held strong keeping the Machine on its feet.
The Triple-Eight locked eyes with its enemy as it pulled itself from the cubicle's wreckage then charged towards her with a great burst of speed, the female reached out to stop it only to be shoulder barged by the large cyborg knocking her down. As the Triple-Eight got close the female to rolled backwards then lunge at the T-888 once her feet touched the ground. Both machines hit the floor.
Straddling the male machine the Terminatrix telegraphed her moves with obvious intent, she pulled back a fist bringing it near her head and moved to punch the cyborg's face which the T-888 caught as she had predicted. She pulled her arm back, the Triple-Eight's tight grip on her hand ensuring the machines arm was stretched out, then with precision and strength struck the cyborg's outstretched arm in the elbow joint with her free hand. There was a dull thud as the elbow connection held strong, going for another strike the Triple-Eight caught her offending limb with its free hand, the Terminatrix adjusted herself immediately, bringing a leg up in front of her she kicked the elbow she'd previously struck, something under the flesh gave a little. The Triple-Eight immediately released her, grabbed her by the waist and threw her off.
The Triple-Eight's pushed itself up to its feet and stepped back putting distance between it and its foe, while doing so it analysed its right elbow joint which the machine had struck.
ELBOW JOINT DAMAGED…
FUNCTIONALITY DECREASED …
COMBAT EFFECTIVENESS HINDERED …
UNKNOWN CYBORG CLASSIFICATION UPDATED:
THREAT LEVEL – MEDIUM-HIGH
ACTION: EVADE
The Triple-Eight moved its right arm below the elbow, noting the slower movement.
It looked back up, the Terminatrix was also staring at the damaged arm before focussing on the cyborg itself. The Triple-Eight needed to escape, the chances of destroying its enemy had decreased to an unacceptable level. Allied units and forces needed to be informed of this new enemy.
The Terminator reached around its back with its left hand and drew a large 50 calibre Desert Eagle and fired at the enemy machine, the heavy .50 AE rounds pounded against the Terminatrix's frame, her head jolt to the side from a double tap to her forehead. Momentarily distracted the Triple-Eight made a quick dash away from the machine and towards the stairs. The Terminatrix ran after it, despite her shorter size she was able to catch up to it within seconds and tackled it.
The Triple-Eight looked back just at the last second and moved to the left and watched the machine hit floor. To its right was a fire extinguisher mounted to a large marble pillar, tearing the extinguisher from its mount with its good hand the Terminator marched up to the unknown machine as she rose to one knee, swung the weapon back and over its head then down on the back of the female's head with a resounding metallic clang. The female looked up just as the extinguisher struck her across the face sending her sprawling across the floor.
With its chances of escape increased the Terminator dropped its weapon and sprinted towards the stairs, it leapt through the glass barrier, over the gap its body buckling the black steel railings and landed on the flight of stairs opposite, pausing only briefly to keep its balance before rushing down the stairs, after a few seconds it heard something heavy land behind it, sparing a quick glance it saw the female adjust her balance then focus her eyes on it, it turned to continue its escape just as it felt something hard and metal crash into the back of its head with enough force to knock it off balance and send it tumbling down the stairs only stopping once it hit a wall. Behind it the female stormed towards it.
The Triple-Eight got to its feet once more only to be struck in the side of its face, its head pounding into the concrete wall behind it which cracked on impact.
The female, with a look of rage upon her face, grabbed the Triple-Eight and threw it back to the floor and straddled the damaged machine's back, grabbed its arms and pulled, putting more effort and strength into the already damaged arm the joints held tight in their place for a moment, hydraulics straining she lifted rose up on her knees and pushed her weight against the infiltrator's damaged elbow joint, again she felt the joint groan as the metal began to give even as the Triple-Eight continued to struggle beneath her. Finally something gave, signalled by a metallic groan and the arm flopped like a dead weight onto its back, she didn't know nor care what gave, but the damage was done.
The Terminatrix analysed her opponent briefly, released its other hand, which made a move to push itself up, she grabbed the cyborg's head and twisted, the Terminator head turned but the neck joints held. The Machine made to grab her, but she immediately changed her course of action and circled around it and slammed her foot into its back.
Looking to the steel railings beside her, she grabbed hold of one and with her great strength tore one from its foundation, the metal buckled and bent on each end. Straightening one end she looked down to the Triple-Eight as it struggled to push itself up. Taking the railing in both hands she brought it over her head and stabbed it down into the Triple-Eight's back, its chassis screeching as the steel penetrated, metal groaned and crumpled as the Terminatrix moved her makeshift spear to the right then more so as she pushed it to the left. The Triple-Eight tried to reach back and grab the weapon. She pulled her spear back lifting it over head once more then slammed it right back down, the stairway echoed the screeching of the punctured Titanium-Coltan alloy, through fragile circuitry, piercing through the power-cell and through the hardened chassis and into the concrete floor. The Triple-Eight twitched for a few seconds before going still.
She pulled her spear out from its back she rolled the inert body over, she knew there was a high chance the cyborg would reactivate; she wouldn't allow it. Aiming for the cyborg's left eye she brought her spear up once more and impaled it right through the optic. Puss and organic matter popped as the spear went through the biological covering and a metal groan as the spear penetrated through the optic's joint having severed the connection to the CPU. The Terminator was dead.
She turned and made her way back to the office to retrieve her weapons, she didn't have much more area to cover, her internal chronometer read 23:45.
"This is tactically dangerous," Cameron announced as she and Sarah drove towards the facilities co-ordinates, they were surrounded by nothing, but desert, skeletal remains of animals littered the side of the dusty road.
Sarah had heard nothing more from her contact and that was worrying her. All they knew was someone or something had started shooting up the place.
"I don't care, just keep driving," Sarah told her impatiently, her hand curled into a fist her lips pressing against top of her hand.
"We are likely to encounter a superior tactical force, we don't know their armaments or the capabilities, chance of mission success is low, your survival may be in jeopardy." Cameron spoke up voicing her concerns.
"I don't care. We have to find him, dead or alive we have to find him!" Sarah told the cyborg still in an impatient tone.
"Does your contact have information that justifies the risk?" Cameron looked at Sarah confused.
"It doesn't matter!" Sarah snapped glaring at the cyborg, "this is to repay a debt!" Sarah's fists were clenched tightly on her lap. "You wouldn't understand!" Sarah spat at the Machine.
Unperturbed by Sarah's outburst Cameron turned her eyes back to the road, more information would've made their mission easier, would've made her own decisions easier.
"Alright Sarah." Cameron replied stoically.
Sarah looked back to the road, seething in anger silently. She knew her contact had to know something, but that was besides the point, he could've known nothing and she'd still have gone for him. This was personal, a small hope to try and repay a debt she owed to a brave man.
A large black van drove past them on the opposite side of the road.
"Sarah we're getting close." Cameron spoke up, her hand resting on Sarah's shoulder and shook her gently.
Sarah snapped awake, blinking the sleep from her eyes she looked to Cameron, and now they were on the outskirts of the building perimeter, a large steel fence surrounded the area.
Sarah awoke with a start. "What?" she asked.
"We're here, we should get ready," she told the woman.
Sarah looked ahead, she could see the lights of the building in the not too far distance.
"Alright, let's get ready." Sarah said as she got out of the car and opened the back door, she pulled out a carryall bag she had put a shotgun and an M4 carbine with multiple magazines and spare shells, she laid it on the seat and opened it then pulled out the bandolier filled with 30 rounds of standard 12 gauge shells.
Sarah, using the car for shade strapped the bandolier around her jacket and grabbed her Remington and Cameron's M4. Zipping it back up she closed the back door and climbed back into the passenger's seat.
"Alright, let's go." Sarah said resolutely as she handed the carbine to Cameron whom laid it across her then drove on.
It wasn't long until the neared the security checkpoint.
"God damnit …" Sarah trailed off as they came to the security checkpoint outside the building, there on the ground was a body, from the lighting Sarah couldn't see the bullet holes through the security booth, but Cameron could.
Exiting the vehicle Cameron analysed the first body, her optics zeroed in on the bruising around the man's neck, she knelt beside him, her fingers brushing over his neck. His throat had been crushed. Cameron immediately looked back to Sarah, "His throat is crushed, we're dealing with a machine."
Sarah groaned out a long drawn out curse and shook her head, "Alright, this changes nothing, we need to find him."
"Affirmative," Cameron replied while looking around the area, she stood up and walked to the security booth and pressed the button to open the gate, before returning to the car and driving towards the main building.
"Vehicles up ahead." Cameron announced as she slowed the vehicle down, four unmarked black vans were parked outside the front of the building, all the doors were open. "I'll park here and take point, I'll signal you if it's clear."
Sarah didn't reply verbally, giving the cyborg a nod of her head in agreement. Cameron parked the car, and stepped out, taking hold of her M4 then marched towards the building, her eyes sweeping the area for any possible hostiles.
Reaching the vans Cameron inspected them, finding no one inside she continued on to the front of the building, she paused scanning what she saw before her, she returned to where she'd be visible to Sarah and waved her over. Sarah nodded, climbed into the driver's seat and drove cautiously to Cameron.
"Nothing?" Sarah asked as she parked up beside Cameron.
"Not nothing, no." Cameron replied before heading back towards the building.
"What?" Sarah couldn't help but ask, she grabbed her Remington and followed Cameron as the cyborg led her to the doors. Sarah slowed to a halt as her eyes landed on the sight before her, mouth open wide with shock.
Bodies, who knows how many of them, some were dressed in black fatigues likely private security, others however, dozens more, were in casual attire, each and every one of them riddled with bullet holes, a large pool of blood having formed under the mass pile of bodies.
"No movement, they're all dead." Cameron spoke up as her eyes swept over the room, she could see the still burning wreckage of a car up on a stairway.
Sarah swallowed hard, a stuttering breath escaping from mouth, she extended the stock of her Remington and shouldered it. She swallowed hard to clear her throat and stepped further into the room carefully manoeuvring around the bodies taking extra care not to step on any of them.
Passing the bodies Cameron further examined the room, "Up there," she started getting Sarah's attention, Cameron pointed to something up high by the doors, Sarah turned and looked, "security panels, if they were activated everyone would have been trapped inside until the machine came to deal with them."
"No override?" Sarah asked.
"Most likely, unless someone deactivated the device that controls them." Cameron replied.
"Then it would've been like shooting fish in a barrel." Sarah growled glaring at the pile of bodies.
"Yes, like shooting fish in a barrel." Cameron echoed then turned around, "is your contact among them?" Cameron asked.
"I don't know." Sarah replied solemnly, it pained her to think she'd failed after all the work all the risk he'd likely taken to plan this escape attempt, just for a metal assassin to ruin everything.
"If you gave me his description I could check the bod-…" Cameron started to offer before being cut off by a ringing.
Sarah and Cameron looked at each other then to where the sound came from; a receptionist's desk. Cautiously they made their way closer and looked over the desk, behind there was a woman crumpled on the floor, a blood stained crack on the wall behind her, the telephone was ringing. Sarah nodded to Cameron who then reached over and grabbed it.
"Hello?" Cameron paused hearing a man's voice, she looked above them at a security camera then towards Sarah. "It's for you."
Sarah curiously walked over and took the phone from Cameron.
"Hello?"
"S-seven, nine, nine, wuh…one. H-hey. It's me," Sarah couldn't describe the relief she suddenly felt at that moment it was his voice it was the right code, it was him, "I see you on the security camera, I c-can't tell you h-how happy I am t-to see you." He stuttered hard, likely in shock from having survived, I'm in the security HUB floor on the eighth floor, come find me." The phone line went dead as the man hung up
"Was that him?" Cameron asked.
"It's him, sounds shook up. He says he's on floor eighth security HUB let's go!" Sarah told her as she went straight for the stairs, the elevators were obviously destroyed by some form of military grade explosives.
On their way up the stairs they came across such death and destruction. Floor after floor, body after body, what they found by the seventh floor brought them to a halt.
"Is that?" Sarah stared with a mix of confusion and shock.
"A Triple-Eight." Cameron confirmed as the pair walked over to the motionless machine, which had a long metal pole sticking out of its head, Cameron knelt beside the machine and scanned the extensity of the deactivated Terminator's damage.
"Right arm severed at the elbow, held together by its skin sheath, large puncture wound through the torso, likely from the piece of steel. Power-cell damaged," Cameron listed as she scanned the damage, Sarah took a step back as Cameron mentioned the damaged power-cell, "it's not leaking radiation, don't worry." Cameron added as she looked to Sarah. Looking back to the machine she grabbed the pole and pulled it out. Looking through the hole her optics focussed on the exposed but intact CPU, she pulled out her switchblade and flicked out the blade, cut into the machine's scalp and peeled back the skin revealing the CPU port, she pointed the blade towards the port cover and stabbed it in under the cover and snapped it off revealing the shock dampener, "I need something to remove the CPU." She said as She told Sarah who looked around for something to use.
Sarah was shaken up by the state of disrepair of the Triple-Eight Terminator, she found those models were very tough, and this particular one seemed rather big, a little shorter than Cromartie, but bigger than the one found in they'd trapped in that warehouse over a year ago. Whatever could do this must have been powerful.
"You don't think it was that new one, do you, the one from Hamburg's?" Sarah asked as she passed Cameron a piece of damaged railing.
Cameron took and looked it over. "That is a possibility. The Terminator had superior strength to me." Cameron slid the metal through a small damaged gap of the port and pulled it out.
Then they saw the damage, the CPU was intact, but the connection to the Machine's skull was ruined, if the shot had been at a slightly different angle the CPU would be obliterated.
"I suggest we keep the CPU, we may learn something about whatever did this to it." Cameron told her.
"And how we can deal with it." Sarah added, nodding her head in agreement.
The women walked up the final flight of stairs and followed the signs to the security hub, Cameron in the lead way her M4 raised ready if necessary, they looked into the room and carefully made their way in, looking around seeing more corpses torn up with bullet holes.
There was a slow squeak of a door from the far side of the room as someone fell out from it, Cameron looked ahead immediately and aimed her carbine, Sarah ran towards the man.
"Come on its him!" Sarah said urgently, Cameron tilted her head but followed her walking at a quick pace.
Sarah knelt before her contact and rolled him over.
"You, you're here, thank god!" the man panted slowly, adrenaline and shock fading from his body.
"We're here yeah. I brought Cameron, you remember her right?" Sarah asked as Cameron walked up to them.
Cameron looked over the dark-skinned man who looked over her before looking back to Sarah.
"Yeah I remember her." The man said nodding as he did so.
"What happened?" Sarah asked.
"We heard a commotion from downstairs; gun fire and screaming a member of security led us upstairs. He was going to lead us out but the other way was blocked, afterwards he just told us to wait up here …" the man paused as Sarah helped him sit up, "… we heard crashing coming from the other side back where you came from,"
"Yeah we saw the mess." Sarah interjected.
"then there was silence, that's when she came in…" he panted slowly staring off into nothing as if he was seeing it all over again.
-The Previous Night- 8th Floor
The Terminatrix kicked open the door, her AR-carbine and Mp5 at the ready. Immediately small arms fire struck her neck and torso, her eyes focussed on a security officer firing at her with a pistol, she raised the carbine and fired two quick round at him, dropping him to the floor, he groaned as she marched closer, raising her Mp5 to his head and fired a single round; killing him.
She stepped through the nearest doors finding another gathering of workers and started firing. Movement off to the side caught her attention as some tried to make a break for the other set of stairs, she turned and fired dropping them before they got far.
She marched into the officer space, her eyes scanning various faces, she couldn't find him, he wasn't here, she looked carefully, looking under desks, behind cubicles, in the toilets, and even the security hub, looking through the cameras.
Nothing. He wasn't here. She immediately turned her attention to the stairs and marched off, unknowingly leaving a terrified Robert Kent behind.
"Some people ran to the door, she opened fire and killed them as they were running a stray bullet pierced my leg as I hid behind a desk, when the screaming and the bullets stopped, I did the only thing I could think of, I hid pulled a few bodies on top of me and slowed my breathing down, she didn't find me …" tears ran down the Robert's eyes. "I pulled the bleeding dead bodies of my co-workers and friends on top of me to survive Sarah, and I… I." He broke down and blurted out crying.
"It's okay, it's okay." Sarah said gently and held him.
"I'm so, so happy you're here at last, I thought I'd die here, one way or another," Robert cried out as Sarah patted him on the shoulder.
"I owed your family a debt Danny. Your dad Miles was a hero, he died to protect the future, I wasn't going to let another Dyson die." Sarah said softly.
"Do you have security footage of the building here?" Cameron asked suddenly, Robert Kent or rather Danny Dyson looked up to her.
"Um yeah, there should be all the footage in the security HUB, all floors for god knows how many days." He informed her then looked at Sarah. "Can we go now? I'll tell you everything you wanna know when we get out of here. I'm just, so, so damn tired." He said, his body still shivering from his nerves.
"I'll get a copy of the footage and delete the one of the computers, we can analyse it when we get home. You should take Danny to the car, I'll get the Triple-Eight from the 15th floor and catch up." Cameron told her as she walked into the Security Hub. Sarah nodded in agreement as she helped Danny onto his feet.
"Triple-Eight? Wh… what's a Triple-Eight?" Danny stammered.
"An enhanced infiltrator unit." Cameron informed him as Sarah carefully led him out of the room.
Within the next half-hour Cameron and Sarah were back in the car, Sarah having removed her bandolier, the shattered Triple-Eight in the trunk and a sleeping Danny in the back of the car, Sarah let out yet another sigh of relief that they had for all intense and purposes succeed in their mission.
"We'll make use of the motel, get some rest then we'll head back tomorrow morning." Sarah instructed the machine whom remained silent.
"I understand now," Cameron said suddenly after a few minutes, Sarah glanced at her silently. "John told me what happened at Cyberdyne in 1997, he spoke about Miles Dyson and his work and how the man sacrificed himself to aid you in destroying all his research." Sarah raised a brow as the machine spoke, genuinely surprised by what she was hearing. "You wanted to save Miles Dyson's son to repay his family. I understand why you wanted to save him now," Cameron turned to look at the older woman.
"I wouldn't have had to if I hadn't got them involved in the first place." Sarah replied, remorse leaking into her tone.
"Miles Dyson was already working on advanced AI technology. He made himself a part of it." Cameron replied factually, "it's not your fault."
"It is though, I could have left Miles at his home, asked him for all the security codes. I didn't think, I wasn't thinking, and I got him killed, I got a good decent man killed." Sarah looked out the window her voice dripping with guilty.
Sarah said nothing more but would admit, if only to herself, she was surprised with Cameron's realisation, maybe the machine really did indeed understand, if only logically. She knew Cameron would never do the same thing, not if the risk was too high, unless it was to save John.
Since his mother and Cameron had gone, Derek had suggested they have some time together, "man time" he'd called it. Derek had taken John out to the park, bought him a hotdog with a soda, it'd been nice. The pair of them had just been talking about John's school, how John was himself, how Derek was. They avoided anything to do with the war or the mission, Derek had made dinner that night mainly due to the fact he could at least cook something simple and John was terrible in the kitchen unless it was microwaved; they'd ended up eating toasted sandwiches. It'd been nice.
The following day John awoke to a cool Sunday morning. As soon as he'd washed and changed for the day, he saw Cameron and his mother still weren't back. Derek however was already up.
"You heard anything?" John asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Not a thing." Derek replied with a shake of the head.
"Damn it," John cursed quietly placing his hands on the back of his head for a moment before throwing his arms back down to his side, "maybe we should call them."
"And if things have gone south?" Derek replied.
John cursed mentally, there was that possibility. His mother had been very tight lipped about what she and Cameron were doing and he didn't like that. The hypocrisy wasn't lost on him.
"Look John if things had gone south, they'd have let us know. Besides Sarah's got the metal with her." Derek replied to try and calm the boy's nerves.
"Maybe, I guess. Yeah, I guess you're right." Joh didn't know if he was agreeing with his uncle or trying to convince himself.
"I know Sarah, if things went bad, she'd call us." Derek added.
John didn't really believe him, but he felt he had to for his own nerves.
"Come on, it's a nice day why don't we chill out?" Derek suggested.
"Not going out on a mission?" John asked curiously.
Derek gave a nonchalant shrug. "My last lead dried up. I'll have to start again."
"Seems like the usual run of our luck." John commented.
"True, now come on, I found some folding chairs in the shed." Derek told him as he made his way out the backdoor and made his way into the shed.
"Seriously? Folding chairs? What are we tourists?" John chuckled dryly at his own comment.
"Very funny smart ass." Derek shouted back at him as he entered the shed, only to emerge moments later carrying two folding chairs currently folded up.
"Where the hell were those?"
"You'd be surprised what crap we got in this shed." Both John and Derek snorted. "Come on, we'll get some breakfast then chill out on these."
After breakfast, again made by Derek, John found himself next to his uncle sat in the backyard on those folding chairs, a glass of orange juice in his hand. Derek took a sip of his own juice.
"This is nice ain't it John?" Derek asked suddenly.
'What's your game Derek?' John wondered, "Yeah it is nice." John replied.
"Just think about it John, this…" Derek waved his arm around at everything before him then looked directly at John, "…all of it; gone, just gone. Nothing but rubble and ruin." The veteran's voice was calm but deeply cold. John now figured what the man's ploy was.
"Way to kill the mood Derek." John replied sarcastically, giving him a wry smirk.
"I'm not kidding John. One day John Baum is gunna have to go because the world will need John Connor. When it's time John, you're gunna have to step up, lead us; all of us, because right now, you couldn't lead a drunken fight in a bar." Derek told him, his last words having a bite of annoyance and irritation.
"Derek, do you think I don't know that? Do you think I just switch it off and pretend I'm going to have a normal life? I can't, I probably never will, I see my destiny everywhere every day, every night, the machines, the war. I can barely get a good night's sleep for nightmares." John shot back in frustration while glaring at his uncle. "Skynet is trying to kill me Derek, every damn fucking day, there are killer cyborgs out in the world with top priority missions to kill me." John exhaled sharply and fell back into his chair; he didn't even realise he'd sat up. "And you and mom are here always telling me, always reminding me, you know just in case I forgot," he said sarcastically, "hell even Cameron tells me about the future."
"What does the metal say?" Derek asked, curious and suspicious.
"Just about things her and future me talk about, or thing I did, or will do, whatever." John shrugged.
Derek knew from the boy's tone he wouldn't get anymore out of him, but the sudden outburst was something he'd wanted, something he'd planned, it was time to move onto the next phase.
"Well at least you know. This world, these people, everything is at stake John, billions upon billions of lives are at stake." Derek told him then took a sip his juice.
John sighed softly and took a sip of his own drink. He silently prayed Cameron and his mother were alright and that they'd be home soon.
"I know Derek, which is why we're trying to stop Skynet before it can start Judgement Day." John reminded him of the plan.
"I know, I know. We will stop it John, we'll find a way," Derek said slowly hoping his tone was reassuring, "but if we don't, you'd best be ready." Derek sat back in his chair and looked at the house. "But you know, a guy needs a woman, someone to keep him warm on cold nights, to confide in, someone he can trust, you know…" Derek told John finally turning to look at him, John reacted suddenly his focus snapping towards Derek.
"Say what?" John asked, confused as to where he was going with the conversation.
"Yeah!" Derek nodded seriously. "That Riley girl, sure she's a pain in the ass problem now." He said, this was part of the plan, to get Riley and John into something better. "If we fail… IF, we fail, then when the bombs fall you should have a woman by your side, to keep you collected, keep you straight also doesn't hurt that Riley ain't too bad looking and she's nice enough I suppose." Derek said a little too casually for John's tastes.
If John was surprised to hear this from his uncle, the man usually was one the same wavelength as his mother concerning Riley. To hear Derek giving Riley praise was unlike him.
"You're absolutely serious?" He asked incredulously.
"Yeah, why not?" Derek replied as a matter of fact.
"Can you honestly see her surviving let alone having keeping it together in a post J-Day world?" He asked, Derek kept his thoughts to himself knowing the truth of the matter with Riley. "You remember back in Mexico?" John asked defending his case.
"She stayed for a while, didn't she?" Derek replied with a single shrug of a shoulder. "Got to give the girl that much credit."
"I don't think so Derek." John said sighing then leaned back against his chair.
"Why not? I thought you loved Riley." Derek sat up and looked to John
John exhaled, he'd rather keep his new found knowledge to himself, lest it get Riley in deeper trouble or killed.
"I don't know Derek, Riley's great and everything but I don't think I'm interested anymore, I kinda miss being single." John lied convincingly then finished the rest of his drink.
Derek snorted in response. "Yeah sure single. No woman by your side to comfort you, no one to wake up to after a good lay, no one to confide in, sure John that sounds great." Derek replied with sarcasm oozing from his words.
"Whatever you say Derek," John groaned, then got up out of his chair. "I'm going inside for another drink."
Derek sat back in his chair mentally patting himself on the back for what he saw as a job well done. From his point of view, things were going according to his and Jesse's plan.
'Keep this up Derek and the metal's as good as gone.'
John closed the door to his room, sat at his desk and booted up his laptop. As it booted up he thought about what Derek had said and wondered why was he suddenly so "pro-Riley"; for lack of a better term. But what he had said did set in his mind. Cameron had told him she knew how lonely it was to be John Connor and he himself had guessed he didn't have anyone, not romantically at least. He knew he'd likely be alone, not wanting anyone else to be targeted because of him, for being close to him, but like many people he didn't want to be alone, but he knew if he ever had someone by his side; Riley wouldn't be that person.
But Derek was right about one thing, if they failed, he'd have to become this great general, he'd have to lead the remnants of humanity to victory and he'd accepted that fact now.
His thoughts turned to Cameron briefly. His lips turned upwards to a small but pleasant smile. Honestly he didn't know if it was possible, but it was nice to dream. He knew regardless that Cameron would be by his side in the future; his friend, his confidant and he was happy to have her there, but what if she was more? What if they became more?
With that thought he heard the car pull up outside, his head snapping towards the origin of the sound, he all but jumped out of his chair and ran to the window. Outside he saw his mother get out of the car, go to the door behind her and open it, she reached inside and slowly aided a dark skinned, bald headed man out of the car. From his high up angle John couldn't tell who it was.
He watched as Cameron got out of the car, open the door behind her and retrieve the two large bags containing the weapons and equipment she and his mother had packed, he turned and ran downstairs to greet them.
"Who's this guy?" Derek asked as his eyes locked onto the man timidly following Sarah.
"This is Daniel Dyson. You remember me telling you about the Dysons?" Sarah asked him as she walked Danny into the kitchen and had him sit on a chair.
"Danny?" John said as he came down the stairs, Danny looked at John and smiled.
"H-hey John," Danny stammered, "long-time no see." Danny smiled best he could.
"The Dysons were the guys who were building Skynet right?" Derek asked trying to recall what had been said to him.
"Miles Dyson was one of the men behind the original AI program but when we met, after … an encounter, he helped us blow up Cyberdyne. Miles died when SWAT burst in and fired without warning." Sarah told him.
"Police said it was you who killed him. Mom was horrified but, I didn't believe them not after what I saw," Danny said, his voice strained from his dry throat. John walked over to the fridge getting out the orange juice, and a glass from the cupboard and poured him a glass full, he passed it to Danny who took it all too happily.
"Thank you," he smiled, downed the glass in one go and placed it down in front of him sighing with relief, "that's better."
"So," Derek spoke up, gaining Danny's attention, Derek glared right at him, "it's your dad's fault the world blew up?" Derek asked, his voice as hard and cold as the look he gave Danny.
"Miles Dyson died trying save the world, he deserves respect." Cameron said impassively. Everyone, including John, looked at her curiously. "In the future John told me about him. Miles Dyson wasn't a soldier, he had no combat training and still he aided in preventing Judgement Day. He deserves respect." Cameron stared at Derek with unblinking eyes.
"See even the Cyborg gets it," Sarah told Derek with a dry chuckle. "Miles was a good man, Derek." She turned to look at Danny. "You should get more rest."
Danny shook his head slowly. "Not yet. I got to tell you what they had me working on." He began. Everyone looked at one another then looked at Danny. "They had us looking over multiple algorithms based of some chess computer from Japan. But that wasn't all, they also had us looking over my father's work. I knew it was his, his attention to detail, his genius. Somehow they scavenged some of it before you destroyed it," Danny looked as if a lot of his strength vanished, he leaned against the kitchen table, "they had us working on advanced Artificial Intelligence, to adapt it and control it. I think it was the base code of Skynet."
Jason's Notes:
Hey guys. I'm thankful for all the reviews I love reading them. I hope you are enjoying the story and are liking my Terminatrix. So leave reviews, thoughts, anything. I love hearing from you.
Edits:
September 2020 –Updated the Terminatrix vs T-888 (now named Samson) fight, so that they both have a weight to them, added more scenes of Robert Kent, just trying to flesh out this chapter a bit more. I'll be happy when this bit is over.
Mid October 2020 – Receptionist doesn't survive, her interaction with Cameron and Sarah has been removed.
Late November 2020 – I removed the last line "Everyone looked at him in sheer horror" I felt leaving it at Danny finishing talking was best. Sorry this took so long.