Chapter 10
The Second Victims. A Big mouthful.
"That news just again. Over a dozen people have been murdered through the city in a seemingly unconnected assaults. 43 Year old Richard Sinclair was found next to his wife a single gunshot wound to the head next to his wife Abigail, across the street they're children along with numerous friends were found in a similar fashion. We go to Jeff Kennedy at location" the News Presenter spoke out.
The Television changed to show a man holding a microphone to his face, police banners outside a residential home blocking off entrance. "Thanks Stephanie. I'm here with David Moors neighbour to the Matthew and Christine Wilcox owners of the house where the bodies of kids were found. David." Jeff looked at the old aged man next to him, the man looked terrified and pale.
"I remember hearing, a knock at the door, then mumbled talking, couldn't make out what they were saying over the sound of kids having a good time, then came the gunshots and the screams. Oh God, those poor kids, those…" the man trailed off as tears fell from his face.
"Thank you David" Jeff spoke softly patting the old man on the back. "Back to you at the Studio"
"Horrific." Stephanie the presenter spoke, her voice quiet and cold reflecting the horrific incident. "In similar News, Clarissa Payne was found in her student bedroom in a state of undress having been suffocated to death." … The sound went mute.
"What you think?" Derek asked holding the remote in his hand, he looked at the gathered Sarah, Danny, John and Cameron.
"Terrible, those poor people." Danny said sadly, sitting on the couch leaning forward.
"Yeah that too but not what I meant." Derek explained, Danny looked at him confused. "Metal or not?" he asked.
John looked at Cameron.
"You got files on any of the mentioned people?" he asked.
Cameron went quiet for a moment searching her CPU.
"I do on Clarissa Payne" Cameron finally said after a minute, everyone looked at her.
"Who was or would she have been?" Sarah asked.
"Sergeant Clarissa Payne. Combat –Technician, she served under Major Price from April 5th 2021 to 2025, then moved to the Connor encampment up until 2027 when I left." Cameron explained to them, that confirmed one kill at least, it was a Machine.
"But none of the others?" John asked, Cameron shook her head.
"Metal may not know, but those deaths definite have Metal all over them." Derek replied pointing at the Television.
"Hey Derek, put the sound back on" Danny asked. Derek blinked looked at the TV then did so.
"Police received a Phone call from Daniel Mattison before his death along with his wife Sophie. The police have released the call." Stephanie spoke before the image of a tape recorder was shown, the final phone call played.
"Hello Police, this is Daniel Mattison, there's someone outside my house with a gun I can't see them clearly, it looks like a tall man, about 6 feet long hair. Someone please come for my baby girl." The phone call went dead, Daniel Mattison's voice sounded cold, factual and emotionless.
"Claire Mattison was found in her cot asleep holding her bottle thankfully unharmed." Stephanie continued. "Police are looking into these murders and are asking anyone if the saw anyone around the area during the time of their deaths." Derek turned off the TV.
"Daniel Mattison" Cameron said quietly.
"You know him?" John asked, curiously. Cameron scrunched her brow together and narrowed her eyes as if thinking deeply.
"I have heard the name, but I cannot recall from where." She said slowly and thoughtful.
Everyone was quiet in the room.
"Damn it" John finally said as he stood up. "People are being targeted and we don't know who's next there's other than knowing they're all maybe being targeted by a machine, there's no pattern, no phonebook co-ordination." John spoke out an anger, anger at his uselessness.
"There should be a pattern" Derek said. "Machines always work in patterns it's logical in their minds" Derek grumbled in annoyance.
"Unless." Danny spoke up, "Unless it's that new one you guys were talking about" Danny said looking between Cameron and Sarah, this caused John to groan and curse loudly.
"Fuck! And who knows what thing's CPU is like, it could have had a pattern and jumbled it up, making it impossible to follow." John rubbed his temple slowly trying to cool down. So far it was being a very shitty Tuesday morning.
"Yeah well, until we find a pattern, we can't do anything about it John." Sarah said sadly, John nodded in defeat. "Come on you two got to go to school." She told John and Cameron.
Cameron walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed their bags, it wasn't hard to tell that John was upset about the murders but as Sarah said they could do nothing, yet.
"John" Sarah spoke up again as she walked over to her son, she placed her hands on his shoulders. "Try not to let it get to you, we WILL do something about this, you count on it." She stared at him seriously, showing him she meant what she said, John nodded glumly.
"Thanks mom, I'll see you later." John replied, Sarah patted his arms.
"See you Sarah" Cameron said looking at the older woman, Sarah merely nodded to her as she watched them both leave.
As John and Cameron were walking, John was quiet, too quiet for Cameron, she knew he was still upset and didn't like to see him like this, something had been going over in her own mind however and decided to voice it.
"John." She said, he didn't respond. "There is something which I don't understand."
This got John's attention, he turned to look at her with small curiosity. Cameron continued.
"Other than knowing she is a part of the resistance, Clarissa Payne has not done anything that would be worth her Termination, not directly anyway." Cameron told him, John's depressed features changed, shifted into curious thought.
"Maybe when you left, she hadn't, not yet anyway. Maybe this other Terminator is from a further future." It was the only logical explanation.
"I hadn't thought of that." Cameron admitted. A machine from a further future, how far? What had Clarissa done that she was a target? And why couldn't she remember Daniel Mattison?
"These murders have a mystery behind them." She said quietly, annoyed at the unknown, she was a Machine, she needed answers and logic … and John, lots of John.
"Well Scooby we haven't got a mystery machine, Scooby snacks or a comical team, so we're on our own." John quipped his humour returning slightly.
Cameron blinked and tilted her head as she looked at him confused.
"Scooby? I'm not a great Dane John." She said, wondering if John had lost his mind.
"I was just joking Cam, you know, Scooby and those guys solve mysteries, you said these murders are a mystery, I was trying to be funny." He admitted shamelessly. Cameron thought for a moment, she'd linked it together now.
"Stick to your day job." She said in monotone. John chuckled.
'Everyone's a critic' he smiled at himself. Cameron smiled too, John's attitude was improving.
"Alright." John finally said, he voice now strong and determined. "Tonight we need to do some recon." He told Cameron, she looked at him as he spoke. "We need to find a suitable place for our little Jesse trap. Somewhere where you can either blend in without being noticed by someone who knows what to look for, or somewhere you can hide without drawing attention."
"Good plan, Freddy." She replied a small smirk coming across her face, John looked at her confused. "You mentioned the Scooby gang, Freddy was the 'leader' and usually set up traps to catch their enemy." Cameron explained. John chuckled, for now it seemed Cameron could come up with better jokes on the fly.
"Good one, good one" he smiled, he thought for a moment. "I want to do some research tonight as well, maybe, maybe, I could try and make some sort of, tracking device, or something that gives off a signal, something you could follow." John explained. Cameron looked at him with interest. "If I could make, something like that, then you could maybe I don't know, attach it to her car, that'd make it easier for you to follow her." John rubbed his chin in thought.
"You know how to make them?" he asked looking at Cameron.
"No, I'm sorry." She frowned slightly.
"Hey never mind, you and me can maybe look it up together." Something clicked in his memory. "Shit that was it, Mom wanted me to get Danny a laptop sometime this week. Hmm, could get you on too if you want." John offered, Cameron smiled then nodded.
"Thank you John." She replied. "it would be helpful for any research I may need to do in the future."
"Exactly." John looked ahead as they approached the school. "Another Day another nickel" he groaned.
"Fuck." She cursed quietly walking back and forth in a line. "Fuck!" she cursed loudly, then kicked a chair which flew across the room and slammed into the ground.
The Terminatrix grabbed her hair and pulled it tightly accidentally pulling chunks out by the roots. She marched angrily to her bathroom, turned on the cold tap and splashed her face with water, she lifted her eye head and looked at her reflection, her CPU replayed the event last night.
MATTISON RESIDENCE – LAST NIGHT
CLAIRE MATTISON MUST BE TERMINATED!
Holding her glasses between her fingers of her left hand, the cyborg closed her human eye and rubbed the corners of her eyes on either side of her nose.
She looked at the baby girl once more. She raised her pistol to the baby.
"Mama" the baby girl gurgled happily. That twisted the machine up inside, she closed her eye tightly and kicked the wall infront of her, her leg breaking through the thin material, she pulled it out and sighed holstering her Mauser.
TERMINATE … OVERRIDDEN
CLAIRE MATTISON TARGET.
SECURE THE CHILD.
The Terminatrix picked up the baby girl and walked the wardrobe in the room, the lower shelf held baby cleaning items and fresh diapers, Claire needed a change, badly.
Laying the baby on her back The Terminatrix changed her diaper and cleaned her, the baby girl giggled, she was ticklish. Picking up the girl The Terminatrix walked down stairs the wind continued to howl menacingly making baby Claire whimper. The Terminatrix noticed and bounced her in her arms.
"Shh, shh it's okay Claire, it's okay, good girl." She said softly.
CLAIRE MATTISON
TERMIN…. OVERRIDE.
The Terminatrix shook her head softly trying to force the command down, they were in the kitchen and the Terminatrix made Claire some milk with one hand, while holding the baby with the other.
Bottle ready and Claire suckling on it, The Terminatrix walked back upstairs and laid her down in her cot, putting the cover over her tenderly and passing her a soft cuddly teddy, the baby girl wrapped one arm around the teddy and closed her eyes as she drank the warm milk.
Once sufficiently asleep, the Machine grabbed the house phone she found in Daniel Mattison's bedroom and rang the police, shifting her voice to match the vocals of the now deceased man and conveyed the message that the Connors would later hear the morning after.
PRESENT TIME – APARTMENT.
She couldn't do it. She couldn't. But why, she was developed sure, but it was her Mission! She couldn't disobey her mission, it was everything to her. Claire Mattison was to be Terminated. They all did!
"I can't kill a baby." She sighed in defeat. "Development is a two edged sword" she told her reflection. "I couldn't do it, I couldn't"
CLAIRE MATTISON
TERMINATE
… ALTERING …
TERMINATE CLAIRE MATTISON 2027.
That would suit her for now, however she'd have to survive Judgement Day, both of them. She shook her head from side to side, the police were looking for someone now, she'd have to be more discreet, or perhaps wait.
'No. No waiting. They must die.' She mentally told herself angrily. The others had to die.
SUSAN ANN JONES
AGE 25
UNEMPLOYED
TERMINATE
Susan Jones, or at least the one she wanted, was another high value target, sadly, for anyone other than her target, there was more than one Susan Jones, there was five in the phone book, calculating destinations and the quickest routes between each on her motorcycle, dodging traffic. It would take her about two days to kill them all, this was a calculated risk. If someone namely police caught wind that she was using the phonebook method, they'd try and get the other Susan Jones' somewhere safe, secure. She'd have to bide her time, kill one today, kill another tomorrow or a few days from now, separate each killing with other targets.
"It's the only way…" she told herself in cold, emotionless tone of voice, a voice she hadn't used since her development.
There was still the matter of finding John Connor at the school. She'd come to that soon enough.
She looked herself over carefully, her organics were regenerating nicely. No need to ruin it so soon, wait till night fall, then she'd strike.
She turned away from the mirror and sat on her sofa, she separated the usage of her CPU, half of it focused on cleaning and maintaining the Mauser she used the previous night, refilling magazines with 9mm rounds, the other half tasked with creating a strategy to deal with the multiple Susan Joneses, calculating the first Susan Jones, she marked the nearest of her singular targets and mapped out a route for herself tonight.
SUSAN ANN JONES
CHRISTOPHER DWIGHT
ALLISON ROGERS
ALAN SMITH
REBECCA ANDERSON
SOFIA ANDERSON
'A Lesbian marriage?' she thought suddenly, she shrugged, whatever floated their boat.
JOESEPH RYAN JR
PETER WELLDRAKE
ALISTAIR CROW
BILL WILLIAMSON
Those would be her immediate targets for the day, they had the shortest distance from one another.
She cleaned up her Mauser and placed it down on a clean piece of cloth, she'd take another weapon with her just in case, she got up and walked to her bedroom to get her two cases, she'd bound to find something.
John, Cameron and Riley were at lunch sat at a table in the far corner of the large room which was filled with an orgy of conversation ranging from relationships, to sports to free time.
"Alright, me and Cameron are going to be looking for somewhere open and spacious either later today or sometime this week." John began as he began to eat his badly cooked burger, anything was an improvement over Sarah's pancakes, his and Cameron's eyes focused on Riley intently, Riley felt very uncomfortable and did her best not to let it show. "If you find anything or anywhere, let either of us know" John instructed the blonde whom nodded in return.
"Right, so have you come up with a plan" she asked, John and Cameron glanced at one another.
Cameron looked back to Riley. "We are working out any details, however we cannot plan too far until we have found a suitable location." She informed Riley.
Nothing more was said as they continued to eat, as usual Cameron had little on her plate but ate nonetheless,
"So, what did you do yesterday" Cameron asked as she stared at Riley, said girl looked up from her food and blinked as she thought.
"Ugh, school, went home, had dinner with my foster folks then, I don't know, watched Television, no contact from Jesse. Why do you ask?" Riley replied, not sure as to the intent of the calculative Cyborg infront of her.
"Just making conversation" Cameron replied in her usual monotone voice.
Riley stared at the girl with a mixture of confusion, shock and a little fear.
'Just making "conversation"? When does Metal just "make conversation", it must be a ploy, John must have put it up to this, that, or she's interrogating me without John catching on. Manipulative Metal Bitch.' Riley thought to herself she narrowed her eyes at Cameron, glaring at her, before going back to her food.
Cameron looked around the cafeteria, though she was glad not to find him, she was wondering why Morris hadn't shown up yet, he hadn't been there the day before either.
'Perhaps he has decided to better the world through Self-Termination' she thought rather happily.
However her CPU did a in depth scan on Morris, his mannerisms, and his attitude
MORRIS TAHEDA
SCAN COMPLETE.
SELF TERMINATION POSSIBILITIY 13.62%
Cameron frowned at the news, if not suicide, she reasoned he was either ill, or in detention.
'Perhaps he has a lethal illness' she thought.
"What you thinking about?" John's words brought Cameron out of her thoughts.
"Morris" she simply replied. John and Riley looked at her surprised.
"I thought you didn't like Morris" Riley said, remembering how the Cyborg wanted Morris off it's back.
"I don't, I am wondering if he has a lethal illness which will end his life." She smiled at Riley.
John chuckled a little, it was in bad taste however.
"I doubt he's dying Cameron" John said to her, she frowned at his words.
"I heard a girl in one of my classes say he's gone away for a few weeks, family related I heard." Riley spoke up, Cameron looked at Riley and smiled.
"Thank you" Cameron said as she smiled, Riley found the smile a lot scarier than she thought she would and continued to eat.
"You hear about those people?" Riley asked.
"Yeah, we saw it on the news today" John said to Riley, already guessing what she was talking about.
"What did you guys think?" Riley asked before adding. "I think it's Metal"
"We thought so too" John replied before finishing his burger, still rather disgusting as grease dribbled down his chin, Cameron passed him a tissue. "Thanks" he said before cleaning himself.
"What about you?" Riley asked looking at Cameron getting her attention. "You know anything about it?" she asked a small hint of accusation in her tone.
"Are you asking if I did it?" Cameron asked with a tilt of her head, Riley said nothing. "I did not do it John is my witness or my activities last night." Cameron added, Riley looked at John confused. "We were working on a CPU we captured" Cameron half lied, Riley looked back at the cyborg and nodded.
"Alright, but what do you think about the murders? Do you care?" Riley asked.
Cameron thought for a moment, she didn't want to hurt her image infront of John she turned to look at him, he smiled a little to her.
"Tell her the truth." Was all he said, Cameron internally sighed, but did as she was told.
Riley watched the brief interaction with interest but said nothing, she looked to Cameron as the Machine girl looked back to her.
"It is not my concern whether they lived or died, my main priority is protecting John," she began allowing her words to sink into both Riley and John, her voice was cold and uncaring, she turned and glanced to John, giving him a small brief smile, only a smile he would notice. "However," she continued and looked back to Riley. "I understand that the families of those people will be upset at the loss of their loved one, but again it is not imperative to my mission."
Riley looked at Cameron with suppressed shock, John looked at her with a little pride, he knew she wouldn't care about them, it wasn't her job, but she understood why others would care, it was a step towards humanity and he was proud.
"As for the killer, we agreed the possibility of it being a Machine is high, the efficiency of most of the killings, the accuracy most shots being towards vital organs or the skull, they are very Machine like kills, however there are some that are less efficient and resemble more psychotic human qualities, such as the girl who was sat multiple times in a general torso area, the first 2 or 3 shots would have killed her depending on the shots, the rest were excessive." Cameron informed the blonde girl, who nodded in reply, she had thought the same when watching the news before school.
"Yeah, you things are normally good at killing people" Riley said in a dark tone of voice.
"No," Cameron began, "we're always good at killing people" she retorted in her own, cold way.
John looked at Riley annoyed. "Don't call Cameron a thing, I told you, Cameron is a she or a her, got it? She's a person." John retold her, his annoyance on the matter was growing, he didn't know how long it'd be before he'd burst from frustration.
"It's a Machine John, not a person, people can feel, people understand people, Machines can't feel, Machines can't understand people." Riley argued back quietly.
"Machines may not." John began coldly his eyes narrowed to angered slits. "But Cameron can, now you either shut up and give her some damn respect or you're on your own." John had every intention of keeping that a promise.
Riley was stunned, she gulped then conceded.
"Fine, sorry." She sighed in annoyance.
Cameron smiled at John for defending her like that.
"You shouldn't apologise to me, apologise to her" he said nodding his head towards Cameron.
Riley looked at him as if he was insane, John just raised his eye brows, waiting.
"Sorry Cameron" Riley said hiding her disgust, she gave the Machine a glance and saw her smiling. 'Fucking metal bitch' Riley growled mentally.
Cameron felt smug, but she wouldn't tell anyone nor would she let it show.
"Right then." John leaned back in his chair. "Me and Cameron are going to be scouting areas today after school, I suggest you do the same thing, the quicker we find a good location the better, this Jesse will be suspicious why you and me haven't done anything yet and I'd prefer not to arouse suspicion."
Riley and Cameron nodded to him, understanding their roles in the matter.
The trio got up deposited what they didn't eat and walked out of the cafeteria, no Jocks today.
School ended, John and Cameron were home. Sarah was outside getting Danny familiar with weapons. Derek was out again where? No one knew.
"You do know I do know how to shoot." Danny said as he held the empty Glock the way Sarah told him.
"So you said," Sarah replied walking around him checking his stance. 'Not bad, a strong stance, he's had some lessons.' "What have you fired?" she asked curiously.
"Ugh." Danny tried to recall still not moving, Sarah had instructed him to remain still as long as he could, to better his endurance. "I fired a .22 and a 20 gauge single barrel." He finally replied with a smile.
Sarah looked at him unamused. "A .22 which can barely kill a human and a 20 gauge. Never anything stronger? 9mm, 12 gauge? 5.56?" she asked naming the basic rounds they used.
Danny shook his head. "No, I didn't get that far, well, I did use a .38 once before I ugh, well before Kaliba." He explained.
Sarah groaned, a .38 was a large improvement over a .22 but it still wasn't good enough.
"Okay, you, me tomorrow, we're going to a range and taking some of the guns with us, if you stay with Danny, then you'll have to be able to not only defend yourself, but defend John, he's the main priority here." She told him
Danny nodded in understanding. "Right, but ugh, IF we get attack, don't be surprised if I chicken out." He said with a hesitant smile, Sarah smiled in return.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine, you may even surprise yourself." She offered optimistically, something she wasn't much of these days.
"Maybe," he said sadly, before letting himself relax dropping his stance. "My dad was a good shot." He said off handedly, Sarah's interest was piqued.
"Miles could shoot?" she asked surprised, she couldn't believe scientists could do anything other than computers.
"Oh yeah, he had army training in his teens, or so he and mom said. He owned a gun nothing fancy like anything here but it was nice enough, thought he didn't use it much." Danny shrugged. "Maybe went out every Fall to shoot at some targets."
Danny sighed as he thought about his father and how his work had single handedly ruined the Dyson family's lives.
Sarah felt guilt overcome her all over again, it was her fault Miles was dead, and she'd never be able to tell Danny how sorry she felt for him and the other Dysons. She stepped forward and put her hand on Danny's shoulder comfortingly she smiled at him, he glanced at her and smiled back.
"You two okay out here?" came a voice from the side of them, Danny and Sarah both looked towards its source; John. "You two okay?" he asked again.
Sarah smiled at her son, "Yeah John, we're fine, how was school?" she asked, surprised by how normal a family they sounded at the moment. John shrugged his shoulders.
"Not bad, same old same old." He answered.
"I used to hate school" Danny said chipping in with an awkward smile. "But looking back, it was fun." He chuckled in memory.
John smiled to him and looked at the pistol in his hand.
"Mom got you training already?" he asked. "To be honest I'm surprised she didn't have out with a gun in your hand sooner." He joked and watched as Danny looked at the Glock in his hand then back to John.
"Yeah, ugh, not comfy with it yet, but I guess with Sarah's help…" he paused then looked at Sarah who was smirking with her arms crossed, he looked back to John before continuing. "… I'm sure it'll fit like a glove in no time."
"I bet." John commented before looking at his mother. "You going to be taking him out tomorrow?" he asked
Sarah nodded before she spoke. "Sure will be, why?" she asked.
"Maybe you could give him a look over the guns see if he has preference," John shrugged. "I mean even Cameron has a preference." He pointed out, Sarah nodded in reply.
"I suppose so." She looked at Danny. "Come on, let's go take a look"
John walked off to his room as Sarah took Danny to case of their ever increasing arsenal.
"What were Sarah and Danny doing?" Cameron asked.
John had just walked in through his bedroom door and found Cameron stood still in the middle of his room.
"Mom was teaching Danny the basics of how to shoot, she'll be taking him out tomorrow to start his training." He informed her as he put his hands in his pocket he looked Cameron up and down, from head to toe, he smiled shaking his head a little thinking how strangely cute she was being by just being herself. "You can sit down you know, I think being as we are now you don't need my permission or anything to sit down in my room when I'm not here." He smiled at her.
Cameron smiled back happily. "Thank you for informing me" she said.
John couldn't get over how cute she was now, her little phrases, her mannerisms, every small detail put together to make this perfect girl, or at least a perfect one for him.
"I'm proud of you, you know." He told her, Cameron's smile vanished as she tilted her head in confusion. Another mannerism he liked. "What you said today to Riley, about those murders, you were honest, but you understood, it may not mean much coming from me, but I'm proud of you." He smiled.
Cameron's sensors indicated to her that her cheeks were warming up, she was blushing and she smiled at John. "Coming from you John, it means everything" she smiled.
"Thank you for informing me." He mimicked her last phrase and chuckled softly, Cameron was still smiling as she spoke again.
"I'd like to thank you for what you said to Riley too, you defended me, told her I was a person." Her smile turned into a frown as she thought about her next words. "But I am a Machine John, you must remember that, always remember that."
John, still smiling in a confident way walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"I know you're a Machine here." He said pointing to her body. "But not up here" he gently tapped her head where her CPU was, Cameron tilted her head a little in confusion. "Sure, it's made by Machines, but you're so much more than that, you may be a Cyborg, but you're a person too, I said it before, never forget that, you are more than a Machine."
Cameron smiled lovingly at John, tears welled up in her eyes before she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his, he moved his hands and wrapped them around her moaning softly into her lips, their mouths opened as their tongues slid into the other's mouth.
IDENTIFICATION: TOK-715 CAMERON PHILIPS/BAUM
CATEGORY: MACHINE. MORE THAN A MACHINE. CYBERNETIC PERSON.
Cameron internally smiled at the altered self-identification, John told her she was more than Machine, even if she didn't believe it herself, she'd try and prove him right, if not for herself then for him.
'I wouldn't be a good girlfriend if I made my boyfriend a liar.' She thought as she and John continued their make-out session.
They broke apart and smiled at one another, nearly becoming lost in the other's eyes, John looked out of the window and smiled.
"I say we take a look around the city, see if we can find anything." He said softly then looked at her, John could've melted from the sad slightly pouty look on her face, he rubbed her back lovingly. "If we find somewhere nice, I think I'd like to treat my girl, a special girl deserves to be treated specially." Cameron smiled at his words then pecked him gently on the lips.
They dumped their bags in John's room and went downstairs, Cameron grabbed Sarah's car keys.
"Mom!" John called out to her, he suddenly realised he needed an alibi for going out, he looked over to Sarah and Danny who had been talking, both now looking at him, he smiled as he thought of a plan. "… me and Cameron are going out to find Danny a computer." He told her she nodded.
Cameron, who had waited by the door was proud of John's quick thinking, while now it would seem insignificant, in the future such thinking would save a lot of lives, another trait of the General.
John walked up to her as she opened the door and walked to the car, she turned and looked at the jeep. "We should look at the jeep one day and get the necessary parts." She said.
"Good point, but one thing at a time. Mom and Derek got their little missions, you and me have ours." He winked at her as she unlocked the car, John got in the passenger seat, Cameron was driving.
A single shell slid into the barrel, then another right next to it, with a single flick of the wrist the barrels snapped shut against the rest of cut-down gun.
A single 12 gauge Sawn-Off Double Barrel Shotgun with exposed hammers, old school, but effective and easier to carry around than a full sized shotgun.
The Terminatrix looked over the weapon, carefully, then turned her attention back to her laptop, the cable was plugged into the back of her head as her CPU looked in better detail at the High School. She had picked her targets, the route, and until night would fall, she'd look once again for John Connor.
No matter where she looked in the school's computer, she couldn't find any identification on him, or an alias, however she found the list of names had grown shorter, she identified some of the unknown names the list shortened down to four.
Cameron Baum.
John Baum.
Alex Cross.
John Schofield.
She'd identified Morris' nationality as Hispanic, she knew Connor wasn't Hispanic.
The problem was Cameron and Alex, those name could be either gender but the two Johns, one of them could be him.
She found herself biting her bottom lip in anticipation, not long to go until her Biological covering was completely healed, then she'd look for him at the high school, she'd find him, she found everyone eventually.
She picked up her sidearm, a Tokarev TT33, just like Peter Smithers used, he had been an informant for some shady underground boss who had his finger I everything, until he died that was, him and his whole crew dead in no more than an hour and a half, some of her better work.
She loved over the old Russian sidearm, she admitted it wasn't a powerful round it fired, but it was strong enough and penetrated well, perhaps better than the 9mm. She cared less, she liked the look of it she put it down and grabbed her back up.
She lifted up a 44 magnum revolver similar to her Smith, this too was a Smith but was stainless steel a 629 to the regular blued 29, the barrel was 4 inches long and the barrel was ported, not her doing, she bought it like that.
She had concealed holsters connected to her belt, she never went Mexican style again, too risky of the weapon falling out, she opened out the cylinder and loaded in her 44 magnum rounds before closing it up and looking the gun over.
She was ready for tonight, but right now, she had a little meeting to wait for.
A knock on the door, he was here. She smirked. She unplugged the cable from her head and walked to the door, again putting on her eye patch, her eye had not fully recovered, the white part of the eye had regrown now it was only the iris and the false pupil that needed to grow.
She opened the door and smiled. "Chris!" she smirked looking at the teen with takeout pizzas. She'd not eaten in the past few days, instead choosing to allow her surplus of fats and nutrients to do their work.
"Um hey again, ugh 50 dollar and 50 cense, please" he asked gulping a little, finding the woman a little scary.
The Machine took the boxes and gave him his money. "Keep the change" she smiled.
"Thanks" he replied before adding quickly. "Oh um, I told my mother about you, she doesn't know you." He said.
The woman look at him for a moment as she came up with a convincingly lie, or to kill him right out.
"She's just saying that." She smiled, trying to by herself some time.
"Why?" he asked curiously, thankfully for him she'd thought of a lie that would shut him up
"Well let's just say back in college we had some, "experimental fun", okay?" she smirked.
He stared at her stunned for a moment before nodding quickly, turned and left.
The Terminatrix smirked, she'd done her research ahead of time, Chris' mother Jane had been in college for a few years in her later teens.
She sat down the multiple boxes of assorted pizzas and sides on her table and looked up to the TV, they were still talking about her late night activities, she guessed as much, but if anyone had seen her, they weren't coming forward, yet.
This was good news, she couldn't go round killing everyone in the streets.
She'd run out of bullets.
With a turned off Laptop, the slightly cut skin at the back of her head healing the Terminatrix fed herself and watched one of her favourites things. Humans doing something stupid and getting hurt from said stupidity.
She chewed on a slice of regular pepperoni pizza, as the comedic stupid humans show ended. She reached the TV screen about to turn over…
"Up next. That Cop classic. Dirty Harry with Clint Eastwood, do you feel entertained punk?" the overly happy narrator voice spoke as the credits rolled.
Eastwood.
She remembered herself once saying.
"If it were cybernetically or genetically possible I'd have that man's babies"
However she'd said that about others, John Wayne, Adam West, Patrick Stewart, and Taz from Looney Toons, he was a fictional powerful destructive eating machine, she was a factual powerful destructive killing machine. Their inhuman children would have been Gods of Death.
She was being silly and she knew it, it was one trait she liked about humans, strange humour which made their miserable world and existence a little more tolerable.
She grabbed another slice of pizza to devour when her phone rang, she turned, got up and ran to it, she picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hey girl!" came familiar voice, she smiled. The voice sounded aging, deep, gruff but strong, it wasn't American but British, nothing like way "British" people spoke on American TV with their cockney accents.
"Hey Tony" she smiled, Tony Hyde was one of the few humans she could categories as a 'friend', even if he didn't know what she was. "what's up?" she asked
"Me and boys been missing ya" Tony said through the phone. "Everything else we been gettin' is shite! When ya comin' back in?" he asked, his voice pleading.
The Terminatrix smirked, Tony was one of the few redeeming humans she'd met, that made them seem not worthy of mass Termination. Sure he wasn't a looker, he'd never win Mister Universe, but he had a strong build, a beer belly and was blind in one eye, but he was a good friend.
"Not feeling too good, Tony, but ugh, give me a day or so, I'll come in and see ya. I'll even do it for free to say I'm sorry, fair?" she asked.
"Sounds good lass, I'll be seein' ya." With that Tony hung up.
The cyborg smiled briefly as she hung up, she turned her attention back towards the TV, Dirty Harry was starting, she wandered over and watched while continuing her meal.
John and Cameron were in the Mall.
They had been searching for a few hours now for a good place for their trap and thus far had found nothing, John had other Sub-Missions in mind, getting Danny a laptop and getting Cameron some things, presents, just to say 'thank you'. He smiled at the thought.
Cameron was looking over at a Mall Café, it was nothing big or fancy, but it did food and drinks but more importantly, if John and Riley sat outside in the Mall space with the tables, there was a tactical vantage point across from it, if Jesse was there, she'd find her, she found all her targets eventually.
"I think this will be suitable John." She called to him, she turned and watched as John came running up to her.
"A café?" he asked curiously. Cameron nodded.
"Yes, it does food and assorted drinks, also if you are out here, I will have a vantage point from up there." She pointed across the Mall and up towards a security space. "I could knock the guards unconscious and possibly even use their equipment to further aid in my reconnaissance."
John nodded he was impressed. "Good work Cam." He patted her back gently.
"So" he smiled. "How about a treat?" he placed one hand lovingly into her's and held it.
Cameron looked at their hands and gently held his in return and looked at him.
"I don't require one John, but thank you anyway." She smiled to her love she glanced around before giving him a peck on the cheek. "I would suggest looking for an adequate computer for Dyson, it will be good to cover our tracks." She said.
John nodded slowly. "Alright, good idea." He rubbed his chin in thought as he looked around, he'd seen one of those maps somewhere. "Ah there" he pointed and led Cameron to the map, he looked it over, he found what he was looking for, a clothing store, right opposite the mechanical goods.
He formed a plan as quickly as he could, he wanted this to be a surprised. 'Ah! I know.' He mentally smirked and looked at Cameron, 'God she's beautiful' he thought.
"Alright I found where we need to go, we best get going before mom gets suspicious." He smiled Cameron agreed with him.
The electronics store, John looked around it carefully, replaying his plan in his own mind.
"Okay so, we're getting Danny a laptop, and you one too." He reminded her Cameron looked at him and nodded, "and if there is anything, I might get myself something, but first we'll get Danny something, good idea?" he asked.
"Yes John." She replied.
The two walked into the store and searched for a decent computer for Danny.
Eventually Cameron picked out a good one, John looked it over, it was good and sufficiently priced now time for him to set his plan into action.
"Right, I'll go purchase this, then I need to rush to the bathroom, that okay?" he asked
Cameron looked at him with slight concern. John knew why.
"Don't worry it's just across from the store, I won't be too far away." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'll be quick I promise, you look for a nice one yourself, okay? Money's not important" he petted her soft hair gently Cameron frowned but agreed nonetheless, this was tactically unsafe, but it was only the restroom.
John went to go pay as Cameron made her search for her own computer, he reached the checkout, paid always looking back, keeping an eye out for Cameron, his restroom ploy would only by him a few minutes tops, so he'd have to move quickly. He took the bag containing the encased laptop, his eyes checked for Cameron as he made his way out with great speed and ran straight into the clothing store opposite.
'Not much time, got to act fast.' He told himself as he moved quickly around the store dodging men's clothing, young girl's clothing, he looked at Cameron's jacket size on a slip of paper he'd wrote it down on, he was having no luck, he'd need help, he made his way quickly over towards a woman at check out.
"Excuse me, I need your help" he said quickly.
The woman looked at him worried before speaking. "What with?" she asked almost reluctantly of what he might ask.
John immediately gave her the slip of paper with the measurements on them.
"I'm looking for a fashionable girl's leather jacket in purple in this size do you have any?" he asked.
The woman sighed in relief she could help, the way this boy had made it sound, it was as if the world would end, she looked at the slip before looking at him. "Lady friend?" she asked.
"My first girlfriend" he admitted, which wasn't all a lie, it was his first "true" girlfriend, he didn't count Riley anymore, he wondered if he ever had.
The woman smiled. "How romantic." She got onto her phone by her side and rang a number to the unseen part of the store where more merchandise was kept. "Sissy, Marsha, a young man is here looking for a woman's purple leather jacket…" she paused as Sissy replied to her, John couldn't hear, the woman – Marsha focused on John.
"What's your price range?" she asked.
"No limit" he smiled as he pulled out a thick wad of money. Marsha gasped at it.
"No limit" she said into the phone, she gave Sissy the information on the slip then nodded. "Sissy will be here as soon as possible."
John nodded he was beginning to panic, if he were too long, Cameron would get worried and look for him even going into the bathroom, then get suspicious when she didn't find him, he needed a fall back plan, he didn't want to lie, he didn't want to become a hypocrite when he'd told her trust was important.
Without putting too much thought into it, he got out his cell phone and rang Cameron's number, within a few seconds she answered, John put in his security code, and Cameron replied as such.
"Hey Cam, just me, listen don't worry I'm fine, sorry I'm taking a while there's a queue. Just letting you know so you don't panic, okay?" he looked at the woman who was looking at him curiously, he placed his index finger over his lips, the woman understood she needed to be quiet, a little ploy it seemed to her, she'd play along, she nodded.
"Alright John, I was becoming worried about your absence, I was thinking you were having trouble." She said with worry in her voice.
John blushed and almost burst out laughing. "No, no, nothing like that, I'm fine, just letting you know, okay I gotta go, love ya" he said.
"I love you too John" Cameron replied before they both hung up.
"A secret eh? Cute." Marsha smiled at him, "wish other young'uns were as romantic these days." She turned her head seeing Sissy, a large seven foot man whom John had thought to be a woman.
"Good god" John muttered under his breath, Sissy came held out the jacket. It wasn't too different from the one Cameron had before it was perfect.
"How's this, $198.50, water proof, insulated, a damned good leather, leather made in Russia, ported to Texas for stitching dying, and here's what you got." Sissy asked his voice surprisingly squeaky.
"Great, excellent" John commented as he handed the money over to Marsha, the woman counted it and gave back the change. "Right I have this bag here." He said lifting it up to the counter. "Is it possible to hide it in there?" he asked.
Marsha looked it over, examined the remaining space and the box inside, it was a small box with a laptop and basic needs she was happy she majored in Math.
"Sure" she said packing the leather jacket away in a box securely, safely, then placed the laptop box in that box, then put the bigger box back into the bag. "She shouldn't notice, hopefully , just don't draw attention to it." She winked at him
"Great thanks." He said and made his way out the store.
He looked around carefully and snuck back into the shop and walked up to Cameron who was looking between two laptops computers.
"Cameron?" he said gently hoping not to startle her.
Cameron turned around and smiled relieved at John's return.
"Did you go alright?" she asked making John blush deeply.
"Yeah I went. Ugh, what you got there?" he asked changing the subject.
"These two computers would be of great use to me, either would be sufficient, although one is better than another with more memory and ram yet it is more expensive." She said looking at him, wanting his help on the matter.
Suffice to say, she looked adorable and innocent, her pleading eyes and pouted lips, John wanted to smother her with his lips then are there.
"Get that one then, I'll buy" he smiled, Cameron opened her mouth to protest but he spoke up. "Money is no problem for my special girl" he smiled lovingly.
Cameron smiled in return and kissed him on the lips. "Are you sure John" she asked, he nodded. "Thank you" she said as they both walked towards the check out. "Do you not want anything John?" she asked.
"Nah, I'm good. Maybe another time" he smiled, Cameron nodded as they reached the checkout then paid.
The two walked out of the mall, both fairly happy with the success they'd had at the mall, new items, and a location for their trap. So far, things were looking good.
"I'm thinking the situation is worse than it seems." Derek said to Jesse, the two had just had some take away after they had made love, or rather what they classified as making love. Now Derek was sat with only his pants on, on the bed, Jesse was up and fully dressed.
"What makes you say that?" she asked curiously and looked at him.
"John and the Metal, he has it in his room a lot more, it's twisting him Jesse I know it is, maybe he don't even realise it." Derek grumbled and rubbed his forehead. "What are we going to do?" he asked as he turned to look at her Jesse cursed and looked to the floor.
"We'll need to step up our plan, maybe even arrange to have the metal taken out, it can't keep up like this Derek, it can't. Connor can't lead the Resistance if a metal is pulling the strings." She told him.
"John wouldn't like it if he found out we scrapped the Machine." He said, he didn't care about the Machine but he cared about John's reaction. "It could make things worse. Especially if he found out." He warned.
"If he's so damned caring about a Machine then he aint the Connor we need." Jesse blurted out in frustration, Derek turned to her surprised at her words.
"What?" he asked shocked.
"Look all I'm saying is, he has to grow some balls, it's a Machine, it can't feel anything, he has to remember that." Jesse said trying to explain.
Derek didn't believe her cover up, but went along with it.
"I know that, I've told him, Sarah's told him. I don't know what else we can say to him." Derek sighed in defeat.
"Hey chin up lad." Jesse smirked. "We aren't done just yet. Look, I'll work out a plan to get rid of the Machine, you keep sure everything back there is how it should be, Riley hasn't called me back yet telling me about their date, and I don't like that." She sighed slowly.
"Be extra vigilant Derek." She told him cautiously. "Something's going on, and I don't like not knowing what it is." She said, Derek agreed with that. Knowledge was power and something was hidden from them, but what? "This time next Month at the latest, the Machine is scrap metal, I promise that much, you and me, we'll save John and Riley will make him human, we'd have saved the world Derek, by saving Connor from the Machine."
Derek nodded again, more confident, they were doing the right thing, doing it for John, he'd understand one day, he'd thank them and be grateful for what they would do.
Back at home, John removed the laptop box from the larger box inside his bag and left it on the kitchen table.
He had instructed Cameron to go to his room ahead of him, Danny was watching him and looked at the laptop he'd just gotten.
"Thanks John" Danny said smiling, Sarah was behind him watching confused, she didn't know computer like the two men infront of her. "Damn, nice. Thanks man" Danny patted John on the shoulder.
"No problem, put it to good use." John replied then looked to his mother. "I'm going to my room shout if I'm needed." He smiled and moved to his room.
Sarah was suspicious, while she was happy to see her son happier in life, she wanted to know why, he smiled a lot more, and he didn't think it was from his friendship with Cameron.
'Although what if it IS Cameron?' she wondered, something was going on with John, she didn't know what, but she'd find out, later however.
John made it to his room and closed the door behind him. He smiled seeing Cameron sat on his bed waiting for him.
"Comfy?" he asked. Cameron still smiling looked at the bed under and bounced herself a little on it, the mattresses springs squeaked a little.
"Yes thank you" she replied looking at him then looked at the bag in his hand. "Did you not give Danny his computer?" she asked confused.
John smiled he'd tell her now.
"I did but, I um. I lied Cam, earlier." He admitted a little shamefully
Cameron tilted her head confused, not sure about what he was talking about.
"When I said I went to the restroom, I didn't really go, I went somewhere else" he clarified Cameron looked at him in surprise.
"Why did you lie to me John? I thought you said trust was important." She said sadly.
'Maybe John doesn't trust me as much as I thought' she though sadly.
"I do trust you, I just." He looked very sheepish at the moment. "Wanted to surprise you." He said.
'Surprise me?' she thought. 'Perhaps I was wrong.' She tilted her head.
John walked over to the bed and pulled out the box and moved the bag away, he stepped back.
"Open it." He smiled.
Cameron, confused, did as she was told, she opened the box and looked at the piece of purple leather staring at her, her CPU paused momentarily, her equivalent to having a heart skip a beat.
She reached in and carefully pulled out her gift, a purple leather jacket unfolded in her hands, she gasped audibly at the sight of it.
"John." Was all she could muster.
'A purple jacket? A Purple leather Jacket. John got me a purple leather jacket, like my old one, he loves me, he really loves me.'
"I wanted to say thank you for everything you know, protecting me, putting up with me when I was an asshole, putting up with Mom and Derek, and while it is or was your programming I don't think you really get the respect and appreciation you deserve." He said pausing for a moment, he couldn't see Cameron's face for the Jacket which she held up.
"And I know you liked the old Jacket from before so, I thought I'd get you a new one. I found your measurement when I took your jacket off of you." He blushed a little.
Cameron was frozen in place, her CPU going over everything he said, and what he had done, eventually she lowered her new jacket, John almost gasped at the sight Cameron's eyes were filled with tears he panicked, he didn't want to make her cry, he didn't mean to hurt her.
"Thank you" she said quietly, timidly, her voice was so quiet he barely heard her.
"Your more than welcome Cam." He smiled at her lovingly. "You deserve it. I love you."
Cameron's CPU was overloading with positive feedback, so much she was sure it would shut down, she put her jacket down moved up to John quickly, wrapped her arms around his neck and forced her tongue into his mouth and started a heartfelt, loved filled make out session to which John happily returned the passionate kiss.
POSITIVE REACTION… FRENCH KISSING.
NOT SUFFICIENT. NOT SUFFICIENT.
ALTERNATE COURSE OF ACTION…
SCANNING.
COURSE OF ACTION FOUND…
It wasn't enough, the kiss was magnificent but wasn't enough, she couldn't reply to her John how she felt like this, she couldn't, she broke away from him, tears still in her eyes, John reached out to touch her cheek just as Cameron dropped to her knees.
"C-Cam, what're you doing?" John yelped in surprise.
"Saying 'Thank You'" she told him as her hand unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his pants. "Relax John." She said sensing his tension she looked up to him and smiled. "I want to do this." she added.
Cameron reached grab John's boxers when her sensors picked up motion coming up the stairs. She would normally stop, but not now, she wouldn't be denied.
"Listen to me very carefully" she told John.
Sarah had been worried about John, she shouldn't let Derek's words get to her but they had, she needed to talk to Cameron, then maybe John, get some answers to her questions, she walked up the stairs and up to John's room, she rubbed her forehead for a moment, Cameron first then John.
She knocked on the door.
There was a brief silence, then.
"Come in." came John's voice.
Sarah opened the door to find John sat at his desk looking at his computer, a clear bed and no sign of Cameron.
"John you seen Cameron?" Sarah asked.
John didn't turn away from his computer as he worked.
"No sorry, she might either be in her room or out on patrol, why what's up?" he asked.
"I wanted to talk to, her." she said knowing how much John disliked Cameron being called a thing or it. "But since she aint here, maybe I can ask you." Sarah said.
John closed his eyes and let out a pained groan and rubbed his temple. "Yeah sure." He voice croaked.
"You okay?" Sarah asked worried for her son's health.
"Me yeah." He smiled towards his mother. "Just a little head ache, computers will do that to ya." He chuckled dryly Sarah nodded unsure but taking his word for it.
"How're things with you and Cameron?" she asked.
"How do you mean?" he asked in return.
"You two seem very friendly all of a sudden." Sarah explained.
John nodded slowly. "Yeah we are, she's explained it to you I've clarified her explanation, I didn't…"he paused and sighed a little then stiffened up before stretching then yawned. "…sorry, boring day at school my back is a little stiff," he smiled, "anyway. I didn't see the point in being away from her, she protects me, it's her mission, and she's been good at it, sure she had that one day where she went bad but hey." He shrugged. "It was just one incident, I realised I could get over it, we needed her, otherwise we'd be fucked." He explained.
Sarah nodded at his reasoning, John was using her life a weapon and a shield as he should be. She smiled, she was becoming so paranoid. 'Stupid Derek'
"Right, sorry John, just Derek rubbing off on me, you make sure you get some rest from that computer, okay?" she asked while smiling.
"Sure thing Mom, no problem." He replied as she left he heard Sarah open Cameron's bedroom door and call out for her, nothing, her footsteps move and grew quieter as she headed down stairs.
Finally John let go, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long held moan.
"Oh my God Cam." He moaned before he wheeled himself back, his wet slick erect member stood up straight and hard out of his pants, a little saliva dribbled down its length.
Cameron crawled out from under the desk purring sexually and gave John a seductive look.
"I want my lollipop." She said sexually. She'd heard the line from an X rated movie at 2 in the morning.
John gulped and watched her crawl closer to him she got up onto her knee putting her hand into his pants and cupped his testicles with her left hand and placed her right hand on John's knee.
John bit his lip in anticipation and whimpered from her touch.
Cameron dragged her tongue from the base of his member and slowly brought it up to the pink headed tip, she moaned quietly as her tongue circled around it making the whole thing slick and wet.
John moaned as he closed his eyes, his mind had gone blank filled only with the pleasure he felt now from his girlfriend.
Cameron moved her right hand from his knee and wrapped her fingers around his length and slid her hand up and down in she marvelled at it, she'd commented before on its size, but she'd never have guessed it as big as it was now. She looked up to John and saw the look on his face, utter pleasurable bliss, created by her.
She smiled, she something made to kill, kill him more specifically was giving him intense pleasure, and she herself was rather enjoying it too, it was new territory for her, but she'd do what she could to show her love for John.
She looked back at the tip of his penis and leaned her head down, her lips pressed against it and kissed it gently, she heard John moan once more as his erection throbbed in her hand. She smiled, again before she closed her eyes and leaned back down, she kissed the tip again lovingly her lips pressed against the sensitive head before she began to suckle on it like a straw.
John winced from the sudden movement his eyes opened wide, in pleasured shock. He was in heaven, utter blissful heaven.
Cameron moved her right hands down spreading out her three lower fingers across John's crotch area as her index finger and thumb circled the base, she opened her mouth and slowly moved her head down letting his member slide into her mouth, inch by inch letting the feeling last, the taste as her tongue pressed against it.
John's moans grew louder, she could hear him fight to control his volume, she removed herself from his throbbing erection and looked back at his laptop.
John looked at her pleadingly, for her to continue, he watched as she selected some music and let it play the song "Bodies" by Drowning Pool began to play as Cameron slid John's cock back into her mouth.
Cameron analysed the length measuring inch by inch that slid past her lips she wasn't vain, but she was curious.
'2 inches … 4 inches … 6.3 … 7 …. 7.6 inches' she thought to herself. She felt the tip of his erection poke into her throat, she moaned sexually sending vibrations through it.
John moaned and whimpered from the feeling, he bit his lip hard almost drawing blood then watched as Cameron rose her head before bobbing it back down.
Inside Cameron's mouth her tongue was rabid but precise, it lashed out touching, caressing sliding up and down John's erection as the inches were inserted and retracted from her mouth while she moved her right hand from his cock and began to stroke his inner thigh.
Cameron purred sending further vibration through his slick organ.
John shivered in pleasure, he could barely believe, his protector his girlfriend was giving him oral, the feeling was beyond words, beyond comprehension, and the fact she initiated it was mind blowing by itself. She was so amazing, so talented, her lips so soft and pucker pressed against the sensitive skin of his muscle, her tongue slid up and down his cock like an ice-cream.
He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, he had to warn her.
"Oh God." He gasped, "Oh. C-Cam, Cammy." He whimpered. He had to get the words out. "I don't think. Oohh baby, I can't hold on." He whimpered and moaned.
He only received a muffled "mhm" from Cameron as he head continued to bob up and down him, his confusion over her answer was short lived as he felt her left hand massage his balls and her right hand caress his inner thigh.
Her action didn't stop nor did it slow down, Cameron heard his words, replied and sped up, she continued to take the inches, sucking hungrily on her for all she could, her tongue lathering at it like her existence depended on it, she wanted John to feel the love he had given her when he gave her the jacket, this was the only thing that had come to mind.
John gritted his teeth and cried out, no longer able to take it, he restricted his volume as best he could. He fired the first load into her mouth, Cameron paused in shock as she felt the warm salty fluid hit the room of her mouth, and quickly closed her eyes and slid all the inches into her mouth as John's erection continued to fire inside her, she began to swallow it, not wasting a drop.
She liked it, to some strange shame, she liked it.
She swallowed every drop, she tightened her lips before slowly pulling her head back, inch by shrinking inch appeared from her mouth before the tip was exposed, Cameron licked her lips and brushed her tongue around her mouth for any she'd missed.
"My God, C-Cameron." John blushed
"I love you John. I wanted you to know how much I appreciate your love." She smiled in reply.
She stood up and sat on his lap, she had to be careful, though she didn't look it her endoskeleton was heavy, well, for a human of her size and shape, successfully on his lap she wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his neck.
The two held each other in the sweet loving embrace.
While this was a thank you from Cameron, John had to repay her, repay her in full.
A knock on the door.
Silence.
Shuffling.
A woman opens a door partially a chain on her door, the woman looks at a taller woman with dark sunglasses on her face.
"Susan Ann Jones?" the woman asked.
"Yes." The woman replied.
The door burst open from its hinges, Susan stepped back in terror, a man came running into the room yelling.
"What the fuck is…" the man stopped speaking as he saw the woman, her left hand reached into her jacket and to a underarm rig, she pulled out a sawn-off shotgun, she cocked the left hammer with her thumb and fired at him, 00buck blew the man off his feet and into the door frame.
Susan screamed as she looked at her husband, she turned seeing two barrels aimed at her, the right hammer cock.
A click of a falling hammer.
A flash of light.
A thunderous noise
Then darkness.
The Terminatrix looked at the floor sprayed red and grey with white fragments.
One target down and the night was young.
Jason's Notes
Hey, hey double figures great, longest chapter thus far, so great. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and not only because of a, ahem, a "few" things.
Leave a review, I love reading them and thanks again for all the support.