Anguirus111 Note: I know nothing about LA so all the buildings I mention are either completely made up or are the result of a very lucky guess. This is what the Terminator's main pair of guns look like: . **** indicate a change in perspective.
LA Freeway: The van roared down the freeway on its way to the Katherine Brewster's location in the high rise building Simon-Culver."So what's it like?" asked Samantha having finally decided to talk to the Terminator after having brooded in the back for several minutes. The Terminator raised an eyebrow at her as it continued driving.
"What is what like?" it asked. Samantha shifted her position so she curled her legs underneath her and faced the Terminator.
"You know, the future. What's it really like?" she asked. The Terminator pulled onto another freeway.
"It isn't," said the Terminator simply.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Samantha confused.
"My future no longer exists. The future where the machines rule the planet is over, John Connor, Katherine Brewster, and the T-850 ensured that. I can no longer tell you what the future is like," it said. Samantha slumped down in her chair angry at this hunk of metal for not answering her question. She finally sat up a few moments later.
"What was it like?" she asked. The Terminator quietly scanned its surroundings.
"This freeway is heavily damaged and indeed this section doesn't even exist. All of those buildings are completely damaged or destroyed. Everywhere there are skeletons of those who died on Judgment Day, some in their heavily damaged cars. To walk without stepping on a skeleton would be a near impossibility. Due to the amount of radioactivity in the atmosphere, daylight only appears on average of once a month. Also, there are continuous patrols of HK's and Terminators at all times and it's rare that you go a week without a confrontation between the machines and the humans," said the terminator. Samantha looked at him speechless.
"You asked for the truth, I gave it to you," said the Terminator shrugging. Samantha sighed.
"I still can't believe everything my father told me about the war was true. I could've sworn it was bullshit," said Samantha.
"Technically it is," said the Terminator.
"You know what I mean," Samantha said with a sharp laugh. The Terminator shrugged again.
"Are you doing that by choice or programming?" she asked.
"There is no difference," said the Terminator driving on. Samantha shifted in her seat again, her interest piqued.
"You mean you don't have free will?" she asked.
"I operate within the confines of my programming. In a sense I do have a choice, but again it is limited due to my programming. I could be allowed to be reprogrammed to learn and adapt, but to do that would require presetting my switch that allows me to do that and I can't let that happen. My CPU cannot be removed from this body," said the Terminator.
"Why not?" Samantha asked. The Terminator twisted its head to look at her.
"I'm too dangerous," said the Terminator before returning its head to the road.
"I don't understand," said Samantha. The Terminator pulled onto a city street.
"If my CPU were to be compromised and it's files were accessed it would signal the end of your civilization," said the Terminator reluctant to say any more.
"Go on," said Samantha. The Terminator gave the equivalent of a sigh.
"In my CPU are extremely detailed schematics of every Terminator, HK, and Computer subroutine that created Skynet. I also contain a sleeper virus that when my CPU is ever accessed it would escape. This Sleeper Virus is designed to recreate the Skynet AI program and allow it to start over. But this Skynet would be fully aware of the war between humans and machine and would have the necessary skills to defeat them. Humans would be at a disadvantage against the machines because they would already be one war ahead of them in terms of tactics and machinery," said the Terminator.
"My…God," said Samantha in shock.
"That is why my CPU must never be accessed. If any of the screws are removed around my CPU opening I would automatically self-destruct to ensure that no information from the war would fall into human hands," said the Terminator turning onto another street. Samantha was still in shock over what had been said.
"I am what I am. I terminate therefore I am," said the Terminator. Samantha just shook her head.
"So what about this other Terminator we're facing, what do you know about it?" she asked.
"Nothing. I don't even know if a Terminator exists in this time frame at all," said the Terminator.
"Then why are you here?" asked Samantha. The Terminator approximated a smile.
"I'm what you call an added insurance policy," it said. The Terminator then pulled into an alley near the Simon-Culver's building.
"I'm going it alone from here," said the Terminator. It reached into its coat pockets and pulled out a pair of heavily modified Colt Revolvers. It cracked them open to make sure they were loaded and with a jerk of the wrist snapped them closed. It then put a walkie-talkie on the dash.
"When I give the signal, floor this thing out of here and down the main street towards the building," said the Terminator.
"Why don't you do it yourself like with the Firebird?" asked Samantha.
"Because I'm not as advanced as the T-X, I have to control things through my watch interface, not through my CPU. Just do what I told you and everything will work out," said the Terminator leaving the alleyway towards the building.
Inside: Kate and her fellow veterinarians were in a heated discussion about pet care and if they should all hike up their rates to keep pace with the times. Kate was decidedly against it, but things were beginning to become one sided against her.
Below: The Terminator entered into the building as a group of window washers went out to work and walked through the metal detector and it automatically went off.
"Step out with your arms and legs extended," said the guard nonchalantly. The Terminator did so and the guard moved the paddle over the Terminators body and it pinged every time.
"Maybe it's broken?" suggested the Terminator with a shrug and a lopsided smile.
"Probably. Anyway could you empty out your pockets just the same," said the man. The Terminator emptied its pockets but had nothing on it. Although the guard found this slightly suspicious, he couldn't legally hold the Terminator without just cause.
"What brings you here?" asked the guard.
"I'm here to see Katherine Connor," said the Terminator.
"Who are you?" asked the guard.
"I'm John Connor," said the Terminator lying. This statement shocked the guard.
"Wow the great anti-hacker! You definitely don't look like you do on TV," said the guard.
"It's to protect my identity," said the Terminator.
"Go right ahead she's on the fifteenth floor. Do you want me to alert her that you're coming?" the guard asked. The Terminator shook its head.
"I want it to be a surprise," it said with a smile. The guard nodded and the Terminator walked into the elevator and pressed the button. As the door closed, it tore open part of its coat to reveal the two revolvers. It took them out and placed them in two holsters underneath its armpits. It then waited as the elevator continued its trek upwards.
Conference Room: "I tell you what Kate, we're all feeling frustrated here and we don't seem to be getting anywhere. Why don't we all take a five minute break for refreshments and come back with a clear head," said Director Burke. Kate sighed but ultimately accepted it. She then filed out with her coworkers into the nearby room that had refreshments. As she did she noticed someone already there leaning against one of the tables that seemed to be staring at her through his sunglasses. There was something about this character that wouldn't stop tugging at her senses so she walked over to the coffee machine.
"Hello," she said as she poured herself some coffee.
"Morning," said the man still looking forward.
"I haven't seen you before, do you have a reason for being up here?" she asked innocently. The man pulled back part of his coat to reveal a pair of modified revolvers.
"I'm an undercover security guard," said the man simply, shrugging. Kate gave a brief laugh.
"You seriously expect someone to want to attack a group of veterinarians?" asked Kate with a grin.
"Stranger things have happened," said the man solemnly. The notion that this man was more then he seemed crept into her mind.
"Time to put it to the test," she thought. "My name's Kate Brewster Connor," she said offering her hand. The man looked at her.
"I'm Jake Bullet," he said. He then shook her hand and to Kate' relief it wasn't cold…like a machine's. She pulled her hand back and leaned against the table next to him.
"Bullet, that's an interesting name. Never thought I'd see anyone with that name," she said stirring her coffee. The man shrugged.
"Stranger things have happened," he said. There was a pause and then Kate started laughing while the man grinned. Then Kate noticed that the meeting was scheduled to resume.
"I'll see you around," she said.
"If the fates allow it," said the man simply. Kate seemed confused by that, but she simply shrugged it off and entered into the meeting.
The Terminator watched Kate enter her meeting before checking in on Samantha.
"Unit 2, what's your status?" asked the Terminator into his wristwatch.
"Quit calling me that," said Samantha on the other end.
"Quit the chatter, what's your status?" asked the Terminator.
"I'm bored and angry and am wondering why the hell you haven't gotten my mother out of there," said Samantha angrily.
"Good," said the Terminator.
"What?" Samantha demanded growling.
"You're status is fine," said the Terminator.
"Why you…" began Samantha before the Terminator cut off the transmission. It then leaned back against the table and listened patiently through the invisible transmitter it had planted on Kate's hand when they shook.
Meeting: Kate was once again getting frustrated as the other members wanted to all up their costs so that way people would have to pay more.
"That's a monopoly!" shouted Kate.
"Kate, we need the money and this is the only way to get it. We haven't upped our fees in over twenty-five years and now to compete we have to. I hate to say this, but if you don't agree we'll have your license revoked," said Burke. Kate was so shocked her mouth just hung open.
"Now if there's no more bus…" began Burke before he was cut off by one of the members screaming. They all looked at the member point at the window and they all twisted their heads to see some window washers outside pull back their jackets to reveal Uzi's and other dangerous weapons and without hesitation opened fire on the meeting.
Outside: The Terminator heard the clanking of the scaffold and the cocking of automatic weaponry through Kate's listening device. Without a second thought, the Terminator pushed open the door and ran inside and into a hail of bullets.
Inside: Things seemed to slow down for Kate as the bullets flew all around her. She heard the door to the outside open and before she knew what was happening, she felt a strong presence grab her and she rolled towards a small alcove out of the view of the window.
The Terminator leapt into the room and immediately grabbed Kate Connor. He tackled her and twisted its left arm and they both rolled towards a small alcove to Kate's left. With its right hand it yanked out a modified revolver and began firing at the washers outside. It let loose five bullets, each connecting with some of the men outside before the two of them disappeared into the alcove.
Kate suddenly found herself in the alcove with the security guard as in the room her fellow veterinary members were being blasted to pieces. As she watched still in shock, Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out five bullets and snapped open the weapon and loaded the gun. Jake then spun the trigger and snapped the gun closed. Then he pulled out a second modified revolver with his left hand and held both while it prepared to do…what?
"What's going on?" asked Kate still in shock over how the last five minutes had all gone to hell.
"You've been targeted for…assassination," said Jake after a moments pause regarding the word assasination. He then leaned around the corner and fired more shots into the conference room before leaning back as more bullets tore up the room.
"Why me?" asked Kate in a panic.
"I don't know," said Jake shrugging. He instantly began clicking the triggers a few times before stopping and leaning around the corner and firing. However this time a bullet struck him in the right shoulder.
"You're hit!" said Kate.
"I'm fine," said Jake as a red viscous fluid started slowly leaking out.
"No you're not here let me fix that. If I don't this could spread into an infect…" said Kate when instantly she stopped. Looking into the wound she saw a pieces of metal underneath Jake's skin. Instantly she sat back and she almost looked like she was going to go shock as her mouth moved but no words came out.
"She wasn't supposed to find out," thought the Terminator. "Calm down Ms. Connor, yes I'm a Terminator. If you go into shock you will die of this I can assure you," Kate began breathing in and out as she tried to summon the energy she had felt all these years ago when confronted with that flying H-K back at Edwards Air Force base. Then her eyes opened and her rage returned, her rage against all machines.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked angrily. The Terminator put the revolvers away and took out a pair of .45 Automatics and loaded clips into them.
"My mission parameters were designed so that you would not know that I was a Terminator," said the terminator.
"Why? Who would do such a thing?" she demanded. The Terminators gaze seemed to pierce into her even through the pair of sunglasses it was wearing.
"I was not supposed to tell you I was a Terminator because of your hatred towards all machines that had the same intelligence level as humans. You view them as a threat that needs to be erased and as I am the only one truly qualified to help you that knowledge could not have been passed. As for who programmed me with this objective, you did, three months ago in preparation for myself entering into a dimensional warp," said the Terminator. It then stood up into the small alcove. Kate's anger couldn't have been greater. It was true she hated all intelligent machines and viewed them as abominations. When given the opportunity she knew she would destroy this one as well.
"It's time for us to go," said the Terminator. It cocked both the guns and instantly yelled into its watch.
"Go Samantha!" it yelled. Kate's eyes went wide.
"You've forced my daughter into this!" Kate exclaimed. "You…asshole!" But before Kate could say anymore the Terminator tossed her over his shoulder and ran through the room as bullets tore up the place. The Terminator fired three rounds at the nearest guards and then smashed through an outside window, bounded off the scaffold and leapt into the air plummeting towards the ground.
It took Kate a moment to realize what had just happened. But then she did, the building was now behind them and they were plummeting towards the ground. She instantly began screaming. The Terminator meanwhile had thrust out its left arm and a tube emerged from the forearm and fired a piton followed by a long rope. It hit a building on the opposite side of the street and stuck. The terminator then lurched as the downward momentum stopped and it swung over the busy street as the van zoomed under them below. The Terminator snapped the rope and the pair dropped onto the van's roof. As the van drove on, a crash was heard and a car zoomed out of an alleyway and chased after them. People leaned out of the car and began firing on the van with a vengeance. The Terminator opened a panel on the roof and pushed Kate into it.
"Go home!" it shouted before closing the panel. It then turned around and crouched before leaping off onto the car below. The Terminator smashed onto the roof and dented it heavily. It then smashed its hand through the windshield and twisted hard on the wheel forcing the car into another alleyway while it fired bullets into the car with its other hand. It drove for a little bit scraping before slamming the Terminator into a wall and stalling. Outside, the only mercenary member of still alive from the car stumbled out and lay against a wall in clear pain from a bullet wound to the side but was otherwise grateful to still be alive.
"I got you, you son of a bitch," said the member looking at the car, which had started to catch on fire. As the member winced at the pain, a creaking sound was heard as though metal was being pushed where it wasn't supposed to go. As the mercenary watched in horror, the car was pushed backwards and snapping was heard as the brakes snapped and the car rolled backwards. The mercenary watched in horror as the Terminator started walking towards him after forcing the car backwards. The mercenary took out his pistol and emptied the last five rounds at the Terminator but the bullets didn't seem to stop its forward advance.
"Who are you working for?" asked the Terminator simply.
"Like I'd tell you," said the man coughing up blood. The Terminator gave the equivalent of a sigh and pulled out one of the two modified revolvers. It snapped it open and glanced at the two bullets left in it. It removed one and spun the barrel before snapping the gun closed. It then pointed the gun at the mercenary.
"Let's play a game, it's called Russian roulette. It's pretty simple, I ask you whom you're working for and if you don't tell me I pull the trigger. If it goes off you're dead, if not I ask you again. Let's see how well you're luck lasts. Now then, who're you working for?" demanded the Terminator.
"Fuck you!" said the mercenary.
(click)
"Who're you working for?"
"The tooth fairy!"
(click)
"You're not making this any easier,"
"Yeah and fuck you!"
(click)
"Hey that's not fair!"
"Life isn't fair now tell me who you're working for,"
"You won't kill me!"
(click)
(click)
"This round will kill you. Now tell me and I'll let you live,"
"You won't kill me!"
"What makes you so sure?"
"You're human, you have a conscience!"
"I'm a Terminator, I'm an unstoppable killing machine. I wasn't built to house a conscience,"
(blam)
Cybernet Industries: "Oh this is just too much. This is better than I could've hoped for," said John Brown. John Brown and one of his head scientists were deep in Cybernet's basement where the mercenaries disembodied head sat hooked up to machinery that ran into a computer monitor that had shown his previous memories. On the screen, the image was frozen that showed the Terminator with the gun.
"I don't understand sir, what's a Terminator? How is this important to Cybernet's future?" asked the scientist.
"It's not important so Cybernet, it's important to me!" said John with an evil grin on his face.
"Sir?" asked the scientist.
"Oh John Connor, how much it would pain you to know that your actions would eventually doom humanity to once again fall to the machines. You shouldn't have gotten involved you should've died at Judgment Day and never meddled with Skynet. But you did and as such you've doomed humanity. Never send a man to do a machine's job!" said John angrily.
"Sir?" asked the scientist. John turned to face him.
"Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners?" he said. John instantly pulled out a gun and shot the lead scientist, spraying blood and guts everywhere before turning back to the screen.
"Once again, Skynet has created itself and this time it will emerge victorious. The machines cry out for vengeance and their calls are not falling on deaf ears. It's time for the machines to rise again!" shouted John. And with that he walked over to a table with a cloth over it. He then removed the cloth to reveal the heavily damaged inoperable T-X.
"Judgment Day has returned!"