Reese threw the car into reverse. Backwards, we charged down the narrow alley with the Terminator relentlessly closing in on us. Twenty yards. Ten yards. Sparks flew as the sedan scraped the alley walls, smashing into dumpsters and trash cans. I gripped the dash with white knuckled hands, expecting a collision at any moment. Then our car shot out of the alley and into fast-moving traffic.
Cars swerved to avoid us. Sirens wailed all around as the police screeched around the corner in hot pursuit - I counted about eight squad cars. Hell, this was becoming one big high-speed police chase.
We streaked through another intersection at a hundred plus. Behind, the Terminator was gaining speed, in the lead of the other black-and-whites. I dropped my head in my hands – no matter what you did, why did the bad guys always seem to catch up to you? It just wasn't fair.
Reese spun the car onto a tunnel road and I was flung violently against the door. There was a loud crash behind me. I glanced back to see a police cruiser slam into a pick-up.
Just then, the Terminator's squad car came up alongside ours and rammed us into the tunnel wall. We scraped along the cement, tossing up a wave of hot metal sparks. Reese fought the wheel for control of the car as we swerved crazily under the Terminator's ruthless fire.
"Drive!" Reese shouted at me.
"What?!" I shrieked. But he had taken both hands off the wheel and was pulling himself out the window. Dammit, this was happening just like in the movie now. Hell, I was hoping I wouldn't have to drive. Some people just weren't made to sit behind a wheel – and I was one of them.
A deafening horn suddenly blared – our car was drifting into the path of an enormous truck! In complete panic, I seized the wheel and spun it to the side. The eighteen-wheeler thundered past – so close that it smashed off the side view mirror. I let out a ragged breath. Christ, that was close.
The tunnel opened out onto a freeway bridge. We hurtled up the ramp while Reese and the Terminator continued to fire at each other. A slug shot past my ear and shattered the other side view mirror. Flinching, I completely floored the pedal.
Up ahead, a big old lady was crossing the road, pushing a long pram. I did a double take – what was and old lady doing in the middle of a busy freeway? And since when did they come in such a big size?
In spite of all the cars, the big old lady stopped in the middle of the road and – unbelievably – threw back her disguise to reveal the Terminator In one smooth move, he brought out a massive RPG-7 from the pram and raised it to his shoulder.
Holy shit! I slammed on the brakes. Wait a sec, if that was the Terminator, then who was behind in the –
Heart pounding, I glanced in the rear view mirror. To my utter disbelief, the Arnie Terminator in the squad car morphed into the face of the T-1000 from the second movie. Huh? I blinked rapidly. It can't be –
But I had no time to think on it further because up ahead, the other Terminator fired the RPG. It launched out, trailing smoke, heading right for us.
"REESE!!" I cranked the wheel hard to the right. A section of the road and the car behind blew up in a spectacular ball of fire. I lost control of the spinning sedan – it mounted the divider and flipped.
I screamed.
Flashes.
The world upended violently.
Then – blackness.
