7:05pm
Weapons Storage
Nikita had just taken the weapons that Walter had given her.
The specialist noticed that she wasn't as talkative as she usually is. "Hey..something on your mind, sugar?"
She looked up, putting her .45 in the bag. "Uhh..no. Not really. Well, I think there is."
He nodded in understanding. "Ahh. It's this *mission*, isn't it?"
"Yes. Sarah doesn't look dangerous..but she can be, if a need arises."
"Hey, now wait a minute. Were you listening to Operations at the briefing? This lady tried to blow up a computer factory..and she succeeded a second time with that gunman's help, whoever HE is."
"Or, 'whatever' he is."
"Oh, right. The 'Terminator' from the future, huh?"
"Madeline may have been right about her having delusions of persecution..I don't think it's possible for machines to take over..but then again, I used to think a lot of things weren't possible before I was brought in to Section."
"Yeah, that's true. But there's more on your mind, isn't there?"
"Right. Her son may be in danger and may have to be taken out. And
I have a feeling that bringing her here will be a big mistake..for us, as well as her. I heard her lover, Kyle died..Operations mentioned that Kyle rescued her about ten years ago.."
"Kyle? You mean..Kyle REESE?!"
"Yes..why, do you know something about him?"
He shoook his head imediately, trying to change the subject. "Oh.. nothing, sugar. Nothing at all. Jusr his name sounded familiar, that's all. Well, you should probably be with Michael, so you can prepare for the mission. I have some stuff to do."
"Oh..okay, Walter." She walked away. As she looked back, he brought the gate down. She continued walking, confused. **SOMETHING
is going on here. Why did he clam up all of a sudden? He must know
something secret..**
9:30pm
San Francisco, CA
Sarah's House
Sarah is in her living room, reading a book. Suddenly her front door opened and two people walked in.
A young, blond-haired woman nad a man with black, wavy hair. They're dressed in black, holding pistols with silencers. The man said in a calm voice, "Excuse me, you must come with us, please."
Sarah grabbed a gun from under the seat, but the man fired at it,
knocking it away.
The man said, "My name is Michael. We need you to come with us.
resistance will only make it worse."
Sarah put her hands up. "And who the fuck are you, the Feds? WHERE
are you taking me?!"
The woman replied, "No, we work for a government agency. We have to
take you to a secret place."
Sarah surrenders, realizing that she could learn more about them if she plays along. "Okay, I'll go with you." She got up and they cuffed her.
Michael asked, "Miss Connor, where is your son?"
Sarah answered, "John? Why, what does he have to do with this?"
"Where is he?"
"He's across the street at a friend's house."
"Good. We pick him up next."
9:37pm
John is in his friend's room.
The friend is tall, with short hair, dressed in a baseball outfit. The friend loooks outside his window. "Uh, John, what's that van doing in front of your house?"
John walks over to see it. "WHAT van, Thomas?"
He pointed. "That one, the black van. Whoa, some people are coming
out, a man and..whoa, check that lady out. HOT. Huh, they're coming
here!!"
There's a knock on the door. The friend goes up to open it. "Yeah, who are you people?"
Nikita said, "Hello, is John Connor here?"
John walked over to them. "Yeah, I'm John. What do you want?"
Michael replied, "You must come with us now."
John was confused. These people looked dangerous, somehow. "Why?
Are you cops?"
Michael smiled, "No. Agents. You *must* accompany us. Your mother
is with us already, so you should come as well."
"What?! Shit!! What do you fuckers want?! I'm not going unless you
get a warrant."
"No..you will come willingly or we take you by force..unless you'd
prefer to be cancelled, but our supervisors told us not to."
"Huh..cancelled? Does that mean...you punk-ass bitches!" He grabbed
a broom, tried to swing it in Michael's direction.
But the operative merely grabbed the hand that held the weapon and
slapped John on the face, making him drop it.
John tried to throw a punch, but his fist was intercepted, and he was smacked again, falling to the floor. This guy was a pro.
Thomas rushed forward.
Nikita drew her silenced gun, pointed it at the kid's face. "Stay out of this."
The friend backed up. "Okay, man..okay." He walked to his room.
John got up. "Alright, I'll come with you guys, just don't hurt my mom!"
Michael motioned for Nikita to put her gun away, then turned back to John. "That will be up to Madeline. You would do well to follow her instructions." Then, he placed the titanium cuffs on the boy.
John asked, "Madeline? Who.."
Nikita replied, "You'll see. Just tell the truth as exact as possible, if you want to survive. Oh, can you try to keep a tight lid on the profanity? She doesn't like to hear it."
Weapons Storage
Nikita had just taken the weapons that Walter had given her.
The specialist noticed that she wasn't as talkative as she usually is. "Hey..something on your mind, sugar?"
She looked up, putting her .45 in the bag. "Uhh..no. Not really. Well, I think there is."
He nodded in understanding. "Ahh. It's this *mission*, isn't it?"
"Yes. Sarah doesn't look dangerous..but she can be, if a need arises."
"Hey, now wait a minute. Were you listening to Operations at the briefing? This lady tried to blow up a computer factory..and she succeeded a second time with that gunman's help, whoever HE is."
"Or, 'whatever' he is."
"Oh, right. The 'Terminator' from the future, huh?"
"Madeline may have been right about her having delusions of persecution..I don't think it's possible for machines to take over..but then again, I used to think a lot of things weren't possible before I was brought in to Section."
"Yeah, that's true. But there's more on your mind, isn't there?"
"Right. Her son may be in danger and may have to be taken out. And
I have a feeling that bringing her here will be a big mistake..for us, as well as her. I heard her lover, Kyle died..Operations mentioned that Kyle rescued her about ten years ago.."
"Kyle? You mean..Kyle REESE?!"
"Yes..why, do you know something about him?"
He shoook his head imediately, trying to change the subject. "Oh.. nothing, sugar. Nothing at all. Jusr his name sounded familiar, that's all. Well, you should probably be with Michael, so you can prepare for the mission. I have some stuff to do."
"Oh..okay, Walter." She walked away. As she looked back, he brought the gate down. She continued walking, confused. **SOMETHING
is going on here. Why did he clam up all of a sudden? He must know
something secret..**
9:30pm
San Francisco, CA
Sarah's House
Sarah is in her living room, reading a book. Suddenly her front door opened and two people walked in.
A young, blond-haired woman nad a man with black, wavy hair. They're dressed in black, holding pistols with silencers. The man said in a calm voice, "Excuse me, you must come with us, please."
Sarah grabbed a gun from under the seat, but the man fired at it,
knocking it away.
The man said, "My name is Michael. We need you to come with us.
resistance will only make it worse."
Sarah put her hands up. "And who the fuck are you, the Feds? WHERE
are you taking me?!"
The woman replied, "No, we work for a government agency. We have to
take you to a secret place."
Sarah surrenders, realizing that she could learn more about them if she plays along. "Okay, I'll go with you." She got up and they cuffed her.
Michael asked, "Miss Connor, where is your son?"
Sarah answered, "John? Why, what does he have to do with this?"
"Where is he?"
"He's across the street at a friend's house."
"Good. We pick him up next."
9:37pm
John is in his friend's room.
The friend is tall, with short hair, dressed in a baseball outfit. The friend loooks outside his window. "Uh, John, what's that van doing in front of your house?"
John walks over to see it. "WHAT van, Thomas?"
He pointed. "That one, the black van. Whoa, some people are coming
out, a man and..whoa, check that lady out. HOT. Huh, they're coming
here!!"
There's a knock on the door. The friend goes up to open it. "Yeah, who are you people?"
Nikita said, "Hello, is John Connor here?"
John walked over to them. "Yeah, I'm John. What do you want?"
Michael replied, "You must come with us now."
John was confused. These people looked dangerous, somehow. "Why?
Are you cops?"
Michael smiled, "No. Agents. You *must* accompany us. Your mother
is with us already, so you should come as well."
"What?! Shit!! What do you fuckers want?! I'm not going unless you
get a warrant."
"No..you will come willingly or we take you by force..unless you'd
prefer to be cancelled, but our supervisors told us not to."
"Huh..cancelled? Does that mean...you punk-ass bitches!" He grabbed
a broom, tried to swing it in Michael's direction.
But the operative merely grabbed the hand that held the weapon and
slapped John on the face, making him drop it.
John tried to throw a punch, but his fist was intercepted, and he was smacked again, falling to the floor. This guy was a pro.
Thomas rushed forward.
Nikita drew her silenced gun, pointed it at the kid's face. "Stay out of this."
The friend backed up. "Okay, man..okay." He walked to his room.
John got up. "Alright, I'll come with you guys, just don't hurt my mom!"
Michael motioned for Nikita to put her gun away, then turned back to John. "That will be up to Madeline. You would do well to follow her instructions." Then, he placed the titanium cuffs on the boy.
John asked, "Madeline? Who.."
Nikita replied, "You'll see. Just tell the truth as exact as possible, if you want to survive. Oh, can you try to keep a tight lid on the profanity? She doesn't like to hear it."
