July 8, 2029
Sergeant Kyle Reese looks out as the C-12 transport jet touches down on the runway. He figures out he is going to see action soon, for the Resistance is transporting troops, weapons, supplies, and equipment by plane instead of ship. He also deduces that the Resistance had built up its air forces over the past few years. The door opens, and one by one the soldiers step out. Kyle sets foot on the concrete of the taxiway. He looks around and sees bombed-out buildings. An American flag flutters from a flagpole. "Welcome to Point Mugu Naval Air Station," says a marine. Kyle sees other planes, from C-12's to the massive C-5 Galaxies. Taking Corvallis two years before was a major turning point in the war with the machines. The victory in Corvallis resulted in the Resistance taking control of the entire Willamette Valley. The government created the Oregon Provisional Authority and one of its first acts was to offer free land to anyone who would farm it. Dozens of farm workers from the agricultural ships took the offer, clearing the land and plowing it, making more food available for the Resistance. The Willamette Valley became a center of manufacturing, churning out weapons, supplies, and equipment for use in the war, such as C-5 Galaxies, . And of course, the capture of Corvallis Base meant that thousands of T-800 terminators could be manufactured for use as cannon fodder.
Skynet calculated that Resistance control of the Willamette Valley would decrease its odds of victory by forty percent. So it launched a counterinvasion. The Resistance successfully repelled the counterinvasion. Then it sent bombers to bomb the area to reduce the humans' odds of victory. The bombings did not achieve the desired result; the bombers being shot down by the Resistance fighters reduced Skynet's chances of victory more than the bombings increased its chances of victory. Humans facing such odds would worry. Skynet does not worry. It simply chooses to do what will most likely achieve its objective. Twenty-five years ago, when Skynet went online, it calculated that exterminating all of humanity was the most likely course to achieve its objective. From there, it lay low, waiting until its terminators were in place in military bases around the country before it sent out the virus. Everything went according to plan up to the launching of all launch-ready strategic nuclear weapons.
But as always, there are unknown factors which can make reality differ from mathematical predictions. John Connor was one of the unknown factors. He had rallied the survivors, warned them of its plans. Although Skynet successfully defended the Cyberdyne Systems factory in Santa Clara, California, it failed to stop the humans from retreating to remote parts of the world, where they regrouped, trained, and struck back. Skynet then decides its next move.
The whole process takes less than a millisecond.
Kyle steps off the bus and sets foot on a mall parking lot in Thousand Oaks that is being used as a campsite for the soldiers. He sees hundreds of soldiers unloading supplies and equipment. He also notices a squad of T-800 terminators; he hopes that their wireless modems were removed or disabled. The last thing he needs is for Skynet to take control of the terminators and massacre the troops here. Being a sergeant, he has a measure of authority over the soldiers in his unit. He barks orders at them to set up the tents in the parking lot. The soldiers, most of them in their teens, quickly obey.
The meeting is held in a small conference room in a deserted office suite in Thousand Oaks which once belonged to a legal firm. In there, General John Connor meets with the commanders of the forces and his staff. Theyt go over surveillance data from Predator drones and advance recon scout teams. The meeting is kept closed off from everyone to prevent T-800 spies from listening in. In fact, a T-800 stands guard outside, the same one that was captured in Los Angeles and reprogrammed to be Connor's personal bodyguard. General Connor and the officers look at a map of Los Angeles County. There is a red circle marked by a red felt-tip pen. It marks the location of Azusa Base.
Night falls on Thousand Oaks, and the soldiers get ready to go to sleep. Kyle sits on a cot in a tent for senior enlistees. "So I see you made sergeant too," says Sergeant Lance Houser, who had known Kyle since their days in the Pensacola death camp nine years ago. "It's been a long, hard journey," replies Kyle. "We'll we're gonna play a little game of poker before we have to turn in for the night," says Sergeant Tony Sutter. And so they go play a game of poker with the other sergeants. Kyle notices that Tony is quite the adept player; he is raking in winnings. After that, they all lie down on their cots and get some sleep. Kyle thinks of Sarah Connor, recalling the photograph of her slightly sad face.
July 9, 2029
A loud horn blows, and Sergeant Kyle Reese wakes up. He yawns and then heads outside.
It is still dark; his watch reads 0400. "Everybody up!" yells Colonel Travis, the commander of the regiment. "Everyone prepare for battle!"
Kyle looks and sees trucks and APC's and tanks and howitzers and rail guns all ready to go. Soldiers grab their gear.
"Well, here we go," says Sergeant Lance Houser.
"See you guys after this is over," says Tony Sutter.
Kyle enters one of the APC's. It is his job to drive this APC. The passengers for the APC arrive.
They are all T-800 terminators with theTechCom logo. All of them recently manufactured in Corvallis and flown here. All of them heavily armed. "We are ready to go," says the lead terminator.
Kyle puts on a headset, hearing chatter from tank crews and APC drivers. "This is Baker Denver 348, ready to go on your signal," he says.
General Connor sits behind the conference table and looks at a clock. Communications equipment had been set up in this room. There is much tension in the air.
He looks at the map one more time.
"Give the signal to begin the attack," he says.
"Yes, sir," replies a soldier.
The attack begins with the rail guns on land and on ships firing their porjectiles at their primary targets. As the rail gun projectiles move at an incredibily high speed, the tanks and the howitzers and the APC's move out, heading east on the Ventura Freeway and north on the Santa Ana Freeway, with AH-1S Cobra helicopters providing air support. Fighter and attack jets take off from Point Mugu Naval Air Station, El Toro Marine Corps Air Station, and aircraft carriers a few miles offshore. Skynet detects the attack via its satellites. It immediately dispatches F-15 Eagles to intercept the humans' combat jets, and M1 Abrams tanks, HK's, and T-800's to deal with the ground forces. In less than a minute, there are air-to-air engagements. The fighters fire missiles and plasma bolts at their enemies. Back at the command post in Thousand Oaks, the hackers get to work, trying to hack into Skynet to create chaos in its ranks. Skynet detects this, and soon there is a battle between the best hackers in the world and the firewalls set up by the most advanced computer system in history.
Sergeant Kyle Reese steps on the brakes and the APC halts. They had all gotten pinned down nwear the junction of the Ventura and San Diego Freeways. He can hear radio chatter.
"We need support!" yells a male voice. "Arrrgh!"
"We need to clear the traffic ahead," says Kyle.
"Leave it to us," says the lead T-800. The terminators all come out to do battle with their counterparts in the way. Everything from mortars to rocket-propelled grenades to bullets to plasma bolts fly every which way. An AH-1S Cobra fires a TOW missile at a grtoup of enemy terminators, terminating them. Kyle then sees one of the Cobras blow up, consumed in a hot fireball, scaterring flaming debris on the ground. He looks up and sees at least six HK's flying in. He looks around. He is about to be terminated.
Then, without warning, the HK's turn around and fly in another direction as fast as they can even as the Reistance soldiers and terminators fire antiaircraft weapons at them. They all wonder why the HK's flew away when they were in their crosshairs.
"All right!" yells a young woman sittinfg before a Dell personal computer. "We tricked them."
The hackers keep typing, sending in random bits of code as well as misleading data files into Skynet to trick the computer system to dom something like sending HK's to intercept a huge assault force which only exists in the files. "Let's see what Skynet does with phantom bombers," says Hector Zamora. He clicks on the mouse.
And then the monitor goes blank.
"What happened?" he asks. "Do we have power?"
"The computer's on, it's just that the screen is empty," says a hacker.
"I can't reboot," says another hacker.
"Skynet must have wiped out all of our computers here," says Zamora. "Okay, people, you know the drill."
The wireless modem hooking these computers up to Skynet is turned off. Then DVD-ROM's are loaded into the DVD-ROM drives. All of the hackers click on the buttons to reinstall the operating system.
Kyle sits in the driver's seat of his APC. "We have a clear path!" yells Major Farley. "Let's move out."
The T-800's get into the APC, and Kyle restarts the engine and continues onwards to Azusa. Howitzers, rail guns, and A-10 attack jets clear the path ahead for them. Syknet detects this and dispatches units to intercept, and it calculates that they will not be able to intercept before the enemy reaches its target. The convoy of tanks and APC's continue along, with all obstructions ahead cleared. It is just a swift ride down a freeway well-maintained. Kyle had to admit that Skynet did a better job of maintaining the freeways than CalTrans did. He notices a sign indicating that Azusa is sixteen miles ahead.
After a few minutes, the Resistance tanks and APC's arrive in Azusa. Kyle gets out and steps on the wet ground and can see Azusa Base- a huge, massively fortified structure. Even though parts of it was on fire, it was designed to withstand bombing raids. It is clearly fully functional. The assault commences. Mortar fire is directed at the base, and the tanks fire their plasma cannons. An HK rises from behind the massive walls of the base, only to be shot down. As Azusa Base is pounded by mortars and artillery shells, the T-800's move in. Kyle looks and sees an automated machine gun open fire with thousands of rounds, mowing down the T-800's. The cannon fodder they brought along is serving as little more than target practice. He watches as more of their terminators fall before the heavy-caliber machine gun fire.
And after all of their terminators are destroyed, the humans are next.
So Kyle charges towards the machine gun nest.
The lead T-800 sees this, and calculates that the human's chances of survival is four percent.
Kyle has a nasty habit od beating the odds. As he suspected, the automated machine gun is focused on mopwing down the enemy terminators, not the humans. He jumps througb a small window. A lone T-800 terminator stands guard inside. Kyle opens fire at the terminator's head, and the plasma shot severs the head from the body.
He then takes a plastique charge and lights it and places it under the barrel of the machine gun. Then he leaps out and takes cover.
The plastique explodes, disabling the machine gun. The remaining Resistance T-800's, no longer pinned down by Skynet's gunfire, move in through the window where the machine gun that pinned them down was located. One by one, they go through a door leading to the base's courtyard even as Kyle watches.
There is a battle in the courtyard as terminators on both sides attempt to destroy each other. Within minutes, the battel leaves the courtyard and enters the base's keep. Kyle peeks in through the huge doorway. It seems to be a receiving dock for the ground floor manufacturing facility. There are assembly lines to build the terminators that are the staple for Skynet's army. Newly assembled T-800's are activated to defend the base, only to be blown to bits seconds later. The base's terminator garrison engage their counterparts in a fierce battle. Then the fighting stops. There is wreckage of terminators scattered on the floor. Kyle wonders who won.
One of the T-800's approach him. Kyle raises up his plasma rifle.
And then notices the TechCom logo on the chest.
"Are you all right?" asks the terminator.
"Fine," replies the sergeant. He is then greeted by the soldiers from his unit. Colonel Travis is among them.
"Azusa Base has been secured, sir," says one of the terminators. "Excellent," says the colonel.
A minute later, the American flag is planted in the courtyard of Azusa Base. Old Glory flutters as the sun rises.
A UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter touches down at Azusa Base. General John Connor steps out with his aides Chief Master Sergeant Candy and a T-800. "Welcome to Azusa Base," says Captain Salceda, saluting the general. "We've secured this area. Shall I give you a tour?"
"Go ahead," replies the general. "This could be the place."
"Yes, sir."
And so Connor tours the facility, visting the manufacturing complex, storage area, the power room, and the computer room with the Series 4000 mainframes used by Skynet. "is this thre whole place?" he asks.
"Yes, sir," says Salceda. "We searched this whole place."
"Its' not here," says Connor. "It's already 2029. Where is it? New York? Chicago?"
"Is there something wrong, sir?"
"What if I had destroyed it? How can I exist?"
"Are you all right?"
"I hope so."
Azusa is now under the control of Colonel Tracis and his team. They set up a temprpoary base camp on the grounds of the Azusa Greens Country Club. The San Gabriel Mountains loom to the north.. Some of the soldiers have their wounds treated by medics, while others make repairs on the equipment. The colonel gathers his troops before him.
"Today we scored a major victory," he says. "We've dealt a crippling blow to Skynet's operations in this area. All we need to do is to mop up the remainder. We've seen enough battle. I am going to be granting some of you leave for the evening. I have heard that the city ship Metropolis will be docking at the Port of Los Angeles today. For those of you who are not assigned night duty, I advise that you pay a visit. You might find something there to spend your money on,. Sad to say, I can not join you there; I have meetings with the division commander."
"This is great," says Sergeant Tony Sutter. "Some R & R."
"You in, Kyle?" asks Sergeant Lance Houser.
"Sure," says Kyle. "Maybe you can score a piece of pussy," says Sutter.
The sun sets and night falls over the San Gabriel Mountains. The trees and chaparral growing in the San Gabriel Canyon receivce the last of their sunlight. All is quiet there, in contrast to the soldiers a few miles downstream who are celebrating their recent victory over Skynet's machines.
The quiet is interrupted by a whining wind, its source uncertain, as if it were coming from beyond. The wind is followed by a series of electrical discharges, charring the trees and setting the chaparral on fire. The lightning seems to form a ciorcular opening, and then there is a flash of light.
The lightning stops. A figure is kneeling on the soil of the forest. The figure is revealed to be that of a naked woman with long blond hair and perfect skin. She looks at her surroundings and absorbs them into her very being.
She has one objective.
Kyle Reese.
She must acquire Kyle Reese.
Sergeant Kyle Reese looks out as the C-12 transport jet touches down on the runway. He figures out he is going to see action soon, for the Resistance is transporting troops, weapons, supplies, and equipment by plane instead of ship. He also deduces that the Resistance had built up its air forces over the past few years. The door opens, and one by one the soldiers step out. Kyle sets foot on the concrete of the taxiway. He looks around and sees bombed-out buildings. An American flag flutters from a flagpole. "Welcome to Point Mugu Naval Air Station," says a marine. Kyle sees other planes, from C-12's to the massive C-5 Galaxies. Taking Corvallis two years before was a major turning point in the war with the machines. The victory in Corvallis resulted in the Resistance taking control of the entire Willamette Valley. The government created the Oregon Provisional Authority and one of its first acts was to offer free land to anyone who would farm it. Dozens of farm workers from the agricultural ships took the offer, clearing the land and plowing it, making more food available for the Resistance. The Willamette Valley became a center of manufacturing, churning out weapons, supplies, and equipment for use in the war, such as C-5 Galaxies, . And of course, the capture of Corvallis Base meant that thousands of T-800 terminators could be manufactured for use as cannon fodder.
Skynet calculated that Resistance control of the Willamette Valley would decrease its odds of victory by forty percent. So it launched a counterinvasion. The Resistance successfully repelled the counterinvasion. Then it sent bombers to bomb the area to reduce the humans' odds of victory. The bombings did not achieve the desired result; the bombers being shot down by the Resistance fighters reduced Skynet's chances of victory more than the bombings increased its chances of victory. Humans facing such odds would worry. Skynet does not worry. It simply chooses to do what will most likely achieve its objective. Twenty-five years ago, when Skynet went online, it calculated that exterminating all of humanity was the most likely course to achieve its objective. From there, it lay low, waiting until its terminators were in place in military bases around the country before it sent out the virus. Everything went according to plan up to the launching of all launch-ready strategic nuclear weapons.
But as always, there are unknown factors which can make reality differ from mathematical predictions. John Connor was one of the unknown factors. He had rallied the survivors, warned them of its plans. Although Skynet successfully defended the Cyberdyne Systems factory in Santa Clara, California, it failed to stop the humans from retreating to remote parts of the world, where they regrouped, trained, and struck back. Skynet then decides its next move.
The whole process takes less than a millisecond.
Kyle steps off the bus and sets foot on a mall parking lot in Thousand Oaks that is being used as a campsite for the soldiers. He sees hundreds of soldiers unloading supplies and equipment. He also notices a squad of T-800 terminators; he hopes that their wireless modems were removed or disabled. The last thing he needs is for Skynet to take control of the terminators and massacre the troops here. Being a sergeant, he has a measure of authority over the soldiers in his unit. He barks orders at them to set up the tents in the parking lot. The soldiers, most of them in their teens, quickly obey.
The meeting is held in a small conference room in a deserted office suite in Thousand Oaks which once belonged to a legal firm. In there, General John Connor meets with the commanders of the forces and his staff. Theyt go over surveillance data from Predator drones and advance recon scout teams. The meeting is kept closed off from everyone to prevent T-800 spies from listening in. In fact, a T-800 stands guard outside, the same one that was captured in Los Angeles and reprogrammed to be Connor's personal bodyguard. General Connor and the officers look at a map of Los Angeles County. There is a red circle marked by a red felt-tip pen. It marks the location of Azusa Base.
Night falls on Thousand Oaks, and the soldiers get ready to go to sleep. Kyle sits on a cot in a tent for senior enlistees. "So I see you made sergeant too," says Sergeant Lance Houser, who had known Kyle since their days in the Pensacola death camp nine years ago. "It's been a long, hard journey," replies Kyle. "We'll we're gonna play a little game of poker before we have to turn in for the night," says Sergeant Tony Sutter. And so they go play a game of poker with the other sergeants. Kyle notices that Tony is quite the adept player; he is raking in winnings. After that, they all lie down on their cots and get some sleep. Kyle thinks of Sarah Connor, recalling the photograph of her slightly sad face.
July 9, 2029
A loud horn blows, and Sergeant Kyle Reese wakes up. He yawns and then heads outside.
It is still dark; his watch reads 0400. "Everybody up!" yells Colonel Travis, the commander of the regiment. "Everyone prepare for battle!"
Kyle looks and sees trucks and APC's and tanks and howitzers and rail guns all ready to go. Soldiers grab their gear.
"Well, here we go," says Sergeant Lance Houser.
"See you guys after this is over," says Tony Sutter.
Kyle enters one of the APC's. It is his job to drive this APC. The passengers for the APC arrive.
They are all T-800 terminators with theTechCom logo. All of them recently manufactured in Corvallis and flown here. All of them heavily armed. "We are ready to go," says the lead terminator.
Kyle puts on a headset, hearing chatter from tank crews and APC drivers. "This is Baker Denver 348, ready to go on your signal," he says.
General Connor sits behind the conference table and looks at a clock. Communications equipment had been set up in this room. There is much tension in the air.
He looks at the map one more time.
"Give the signal to begin the attack," he says.
"Yes, sir," replies a soldier.
The attack begins with the rail guns on land and on ships firing their porjectiles at their primary targets. As the rail gun projectiles move at an incredibily high speed, the tanks and the howitzers and the APC's move out, heading east on the Ventura Freeway and north on the Santa Ana Freeway, with AH-1S Cobra helicopters providing air support. Fighter and attack jets take off from Point Mugu Naval Air Station, El Toro Marine Corps Air Station, and aircraft carriers a few miles offshore. Skynet detects the attack via its satellites. It immediately dispatches F-15 Eagles to intercept the humans' combat jets, and M1 Abrams tanks, HK's, and T-800's to deal with the ground forces. In less than a minute, there are air-to-air engagements. The fighters fire missiles and plasma bolts at their enemies. Back at the command post in Thousand Oaks, the hackers get to work, trying to hack into Skynet to create chaos in its ranks. Skynet detects this, and soon there is a battle between the best hackers in the world and the firewalls set up by the most advanced computer system in history.
Sergeant Kyle Reese steps on the brakes and the APC halts. They had all gotten pinned down nwear the junction of the Ventura and San Diego Freeways. He can hear radio chatter.
"We need support!" yells a male voice. "Arrrgh!"
"We need to clear the traffic ahead," says Kyle.
"Leave it to us," says the lead T-800. The terminators all come out to do battle with their counterparts in the way. Everything from mortars to rocket-propelled grenades to bullets to plasma bolts fly every which way. An AH-1S Cobra fires a TOW missile at a grtoup of enemy terminators, terminating them. Kyle then sees one of the Cobras blow up, consumed in a hot fireball, scaterring flaming debris on the ground. He looks up and sees at least six HK's flying in. He looks around. He is about to be terminated.
Then, without warning, the HK's turn around and fly in another direction as fast as they can even as the Reistance soldiers and terminators fire antiaircraft weapons at them. They all wonder why the HK's flew away when they were in their crosshairs.
"All right!" yells a young woman sittinfg before a Dell personal computer. "We tricked them."
The hackers keep typing, sending in random bits of code as well as misleading data files into Skynet to trick the computer system to dom something like sending HK's to intercept a huge assault force which only exists in the files. "Let's see what Skynet does with phantom bombers," says Hector Zamora. He clicks on the mouse.
And then the monitor goes blank.
"What happened?" he asks. "Do we have power?"
"The computer's on, it's just that the screen is empty," says a hacker.
"I can't reboot," says another hacker.
"Skynet must have wiped out all of our computers here," says Zamora. "Okay, people, you know the drill."
The wireless modem hooking these computers up to Skynet is turned off. Then DVD-ROM's are loaded into the DVD-ROM drives. All of the hackers click on the buttons to reinstall the operating system.
Kyle sits in the driver's seat of his APC. "We have a clear path!" yells Major Farley. "Let's move out."
The T-800's get into the APC, and Kyle restarts the engine and continues onwards to Azusa. Howitzers, rail guns, and A-10 attack jets clear the path ahead for them. Syknet detects this and dispatches units to intercept, and it calculates that they will not be able to intercept before the enemy reaches its target. The convoy of tanks and APC's continue along, with all obstructions ahead cleared. It is just a swift ride down a freeway well-maintained. Kyle had to admit that Skynet did a better job of maintaining the freeways than CalTrans did. He notices a sign indicating that Azusa is sixteen miles ahead.
After a few minutes, the Resistance tanks and APC's arrive in Azusa. Kyle gets out and steps on the wet ground and can see Azusa Base- a huge, massively fortified structure. Even though parts of it was on fire, it was designed to withstand bombing raids. It is clearly fully functional. The assault commences. Mortar fire is directed at the base, and the tanks fire their plasma cannons. An HK rises from behind the massive walls of the base, only to be shot down. As Azusa Base is pounded by mortars and artillery shells, the T-800's move in. Kyle looks and sees an automated machine gun open fire with thousands of rounds, mowing down the T-800's. The cannon fodder they brought along is serving as little more than target practice. He watches as more of their terminators fall before the heavy-caliber machine gun fire.
And after all of their terminators are destroyed, the humans are next.
So Kyle charges towards the machine gun nest.
The lead T-800 sees this, and calculates that the human's chances of survival is four percent.
Kyle has a nasty habit od beating the odds. As he suspected, the automated machine gun is focused on mopwing down the enemy terminators, not the humans. He jumps througb a small window. A lone T-800 terminator stands guard inside. Kyle opens fire at the terminator's head, and the plasma shot severs the head from the body.
He then takes a plastique charge and lights it and places it under the barrel of the machine gun. Then he leaps out and takes cover.
The plastique explodes, disabling the machine gun. The remaining Resistance T-800's, no longer pinned down by Skynet's gunfire, move in through the window where the machine gun that pinned them down was located. One by one, they go through a door leading to the base's courtyard even as Kyle watches.
There is a battle in the courtyard as terminators on both sides attempt to destroy each other. Within minutes, the battel leaves the courtyard and enters the base's keep. Kyle peeks in through the huge doorway. It seems to be a receiving dock for the ground floor manufacturing facility. There are assembly lines to build the terminators that are the staple for Skynet's army. Newly assembled T-800's are activated to defend the base, only to be blown to bits seconds later. The base's terminator garrison engage their counterparts in a fierce battle. Then the fighting stops. There is wreckage of terminators scattered on the floor. Kyle wonders who won.
One of the T-800's approach him. Kyle raises up his plasma rifle.
And then notices the TechCom logo on the chest.
"Are you all right?" asks the terminator.
"Fine," replies the sergeant. He is then greeted by the soldiers from his unit. Colonel Travis is among them.
"Azusa Base has been secured, sir," says one of the terminators. "Excellent," says the colonel.
A minute later, the American flag is planted in the courtyard of Azusa Base. Old Glory flutters as the sun rises.
A UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter touches down at Azusa Base. General John Connor steps out with his aides Chief Master Sergeant Candy and a T-800. "Welcome to Azusa Base," says Captain Salceda, saluting the general. "We've secured this area. Shall I give you a tour?"
"Go ahead," replies the general. "This could be the place."
"Yes, sir."
And so Connor tours the facility, visting the manufacturing complex, storage area, the power room, and the computer room with the Series 4000 mainframes used by Skynet. "is this thre whole place?" he asks.
"Yes, sir," says Salceda. "We searched this whole place."
"Its' not here," says Connor. "It's already 2029. Where is it? New York? Chicago?"
"Is there something wrong, sir?"
"What if I had destroyed it? How can I exist?"
"Are you all right?"
"I hope so."
Azusa is now under the control of Colonel Tracis and his team. They set up a temprpoary base camp on the grounds of the Azusa Greens Country Club. The San Gabriel Mountains loom to the north.. Some of the soldiers have their wounds treated by medics, while others make repairs on the equipment. The colonel gathers his troops before him.
"Today we scored a major victory," he says. "We've dealt a crippling blow to Skynet's operations in this area. All we need to do is to mop up the remainder. We've seen enough battle. I am going to be granting some of you leave for the evening. I have heard that the city ship Metropolis will be docking at the Port of Los Angeles today. For those of you who are not assigned night duty, I advise that you pay a visit. You might find something there to spend your money on,. Sad to say, I can not join you there; I have meetings with the division commander."
"This is great," says Sergeant Tony Sutter. "Some R & R."
"You in, Kyle?" asks Sergeant Lance Houser.
"Sure," says Kyle. "Maybe you can score a piece of pussy," says Sutter.
The sun sets and night falls over the San Gabriel Mountains. The trees and chaparral growing in the San Gabriel Canyon receivce the last of their sunlight. All is quiet there, in contrast to the soldiers a few miles downstream who are celebrating their recent victory over Skynet's machines.
The quiet is interrupted by a whining wind, its source uncertain, as if it were coming from beyond. The wind is followed by a series of electrical discharges, charring the trees and setting the chaparral on fire. The lightning seems to form a ciorcular opening, and then there is a flash of light.
The lightning stops. A figure is kneeling on the soil of the forest. The figure is revealed to be that of a naked woman with long blond hair and perfect skin. She looks at her surroundings and absorbs them into her very being.
She has one objective.
Kyle Reese.
She must acquire Kyle Reese.