Chapter 154

Jacked

The girls all knew this was bad news, especially for Cameron. Simply by saying Riley and John would already have one child meant it was more than a year from the time period they'd left. Even though for them it was only half a day. That also meant everyone was over another year older than them. They were only half a day older.

The girls could tell how upset Cameron was. They wanted to make their personal feelings known to her.

"You have us, Cameron" Jesse said.

"We have you, Cameron." Allison said.

"We WANT you, Cameron." Vanna said.

The girls wanted to tell her she didn't NEED John. THEY were there for HER. They all loved Cameron and wanted to be with her. That is why they were where they were at now. They all followed her.

Cameron looked at the girls. She needed some comfort right now.

"I know." Cameron said. "Please hug me."

All three girls moved over to embrace Cameron. They all gave her a warm meaningful hug. The fact they were all naked only made it even more special.

The girls wanted Cameron to understand their commitment to her.

"We will be there for you, Cameron." Allison said. "We are here for whatever you want or need."

"Anything, love, we will do anything." Jesse said. "We will follow you wherever you take us."

"We will never leave you, Cameron." Vanna said. "We all love you."

Cameron knew she needed to get her act together. She held the lives of her three friends in her hands now.

She was a Terminator. It was time she started acting like one. She composed herself. The expression drained from her face. All three women saw it. It was unnerving.

Cameron was a Terminator now - again. It was her true nature.

"I will protect you and get us back to where we belong. I swear it." Cameron said. "Let me get us some clothes. I want to get that plane. It is probably being used for drug smuggling. I can fly us out of here."

Allison never saw Cameron fly before.

"Do you know how to fly a jet?" Allison asked.

Cameron was programmed for all aviation skills.

"I'm a quick study." Cameron said. "I know what to do, even though I have never flown that type of jet before."

Vanna wanted a few more specifics about the temporal error.

"You never said how far in the future we are from when we left." Vanna said.

It pained Cameron to say it. One second was too long to her after what she'd witnessed with John and Riley.

"It's been fifteen months, three days and eleven hours." Cameron said sadly.

Allison moved close to Vanna.

"That is more than enough time. Number two could be on the way." Allison whispered to Vanna.

Cameron looked over at the two girls. She heard what Allison whispered.

Allison looked uneasy. She was sorry that she'd said that. She was about to apologize to Cameron.

Cameron forged ahead with her wishes.

"If they've 'mated', I don't want Riley killed. I will 'leave' instead." Cameron said. "Is that understood? We must respect John's choice. I want him to be happy and have what he truly wants."

The girls thought that was a choice made without all the facts. They were all still alive, even if they were lost in time for awhile.

Jesse thought about the depth of what Cameron said.

"Everyone sacrifices for John Connor." Jesse said.

The girls were worried. If that was the case, Cameron was bound to do something drastic.

Allison stepped up next to Cameron.

"If you leave, I will leave with you." Allison said.

Vanna wanted to make it clear they would go 'all the way'.

"However you 'leave' we will 'leave' with you." Vanna said.

"As will I, Cameron." Jesse said. "We will all follow you 'to the end'."

The three women all embraced Cameron again.

The girls hoped that Cameron understood if she self terminated, they would too. Each one of them hoped it would help Cameron to 'live' on for them and for herself.

Cameron was aware these women would self terminate with her. She did not want that for them. They were 'telling' her not to self terminate. Her termination would lead to their termination. She would be responsible for their deaths with her 'death'.

She could tell the girls loved her and cared about her. She felt so ashamed for getting them into this mess in the first place. Nothing worked out as planned and it all fell apart before they even left.

It was clear beyond a doubt to Cameron that these girls loved her as much, if not more, than John did.

She wondered if maybe it was not time to move her life forward as well. The girls were beautiful and loving. They never rejected her or pushed her away. They never 'sent her away' or 'replaced' her. They never saw her as 'scrap metal' or 'a walking pile of junk'. They never laughed at her or made fun of her if she did not understand something. They always treated her with dignity and honor. They respected her as their equal. They truly loved HER.

Cameron made her choice right then and there as to what her future would be for the girls and her. If John and Riley were together, she would leave with the girls and start a new life. They would all be 'partners' and share everything with each other. They would all be each others mates….

It would NOW all depend upon the choices that John already made in their absence.

She would find out soon enough when they returned.

John had already determined her fate.

Now she soon would find out what it was.

Cameron led them along a dirt road in the direction where the jet looked like it landed.

She constantly checked for threats around her and the girls.

Cameron looked back and stopped the girls. There was a new development. This may or may not work out in their favor.

"There's a vehicle coming." Cameron said. "We may be able to commandeer it."

Allison thought of a way to make the truck stop.

"Let me lay on the side of the road. I'm naked. That should stop them or at least make them slow down to look." Allison said.

Vanna thought that was a good idea but she could capitalize on it.

"No, let me do it. I doubt my hair color is common around here. I'm sure THAT will really get their attention." Vanna said.

Allison thought of another attribute.

"Or the lack of hair in a key place will do it." Allison said. "That catches everyone's attention."

"Not to mention those pink nipples that seem to be a little pinker now." Jesse said.

Vanna shot Jesse and Allison each an upset look. She actually liked both of the comments. She liked the way she looked.

Cameron quickly calculated a ninety-seven percent chance of success.

"I like it. When they stop, I'll pull the driver out of the truck. Jesse and Allison, you can use your spears if necessary." Cameron said.

Cameron picked up a 'golf ball' size stone. She would use that as her primary 'long range' weapon.

Cameron directed the girls where to go.

This was an ambush at this point.

The truck approached. It sported a canvas covering over the back section of it. The truck was in fairly good condition. It was not too old and not too beat up. The drug trade provided plenty of money for such things. That even included the synthetic oil for the truck.

The passenger pointed and motioned to the driver that there was a figure ahead laying along side the road.

The driver said they should not stop.

The passenger said it was a woman with red hair and very light skin. Strangely enough she appeared totally naked. It was no one from around here, he thought. The local women were all darker and none of them had red hair.

The driver looked around and stopped.

They waited there for a moment to see if the female moved. She did not. They noticed she was shapely and nicely 'built'. She must have 'belonged' to one of the drug bosses. They were known for 'acquiring' females from other countries as their play things and sex slaves.

Sometimes when the bosses were 'done' with them for one reason or another, they turned the foreign females over to the men. They were usually heavily drugged and all the men were allowed to take a few 'turns'. They were usually then taken back to the stable and mutilated in front of the other females. It reminded them of what would happen if they did not follow orders and respond in a 'loving' way to the bosses. The ones that survived the mutilation were turned back over to the men. They did not last long after that.

The passenger got out of the truck to look. He hoped she was still alive. If she was, they would take her with them. They would take turns in the back of the truck with her. Before they returned back to the drug processing area, they would dispose of her.

Cameron saw it was time for action. She started out at a run directly for the truck. She aimed and threw the stone at the man who'd gotten out of the truck as she continued her journey to the driver's side. She opened the door and pulled the driver out. He never even looked in her direction. His gaze was concentrated on the nude female. He too was anxious to see if she was still alive. She snapped his neck like a rotten twig.

That took care of the people in the cab. There were probably more in the back.

Cameron moved around to the back of the truck. Two men looked out the flap of the covering over the back. They wondered why the truck stopped in the middle of nowhere.

She grabbed both of them and drug them out of the back. She slammed their heads together. There was a sickening dull crunching sound. She dropped their lifeless bodies to the ground. She moved the flap and looked in the back of the truck. There were no other men. The back of the truck was full of packages of drugs.

Cameron moved around the passenger side to check the man she'd thrown the stone at. The stone was embedded deep in the side of his head. He was dead. His blood now covered part of his shirt.

Allison and Jesse stood over him with their spears.

"We didn't even get to use our spears on him." Allison said.

Vanna got up and returned to where everyone was at. She was glad there were four dead men. Now they could all get some clothes to wear.

"Let's get their clothes and I will leave these men in the jungle for the jaguar." Cameron said.

Cameron hoped the jaguar would develop a 'taste' for humans and hunt the drug traffickers in the future for food. If she were going to stay here and had the time, she would teach the jaguar to hunt them for sport. She did not plan to be around that long.

The girls stripped the men down. They found several weapons too.

Cameron checked all of the weapons for serviceability.

"These weapons are in poor condition. There is a lot of corrosion on them. They will still function." Cameron said. "They will still kill."

Cameron gave each girl one. The three women all checked them over themselves. She gave them a quick refresher in their specific traits. All they needed to do was aim and pull the trigger. She made sure they knew how to change the magazine for a fresh one as well.

They donned the clothes they'd stripped off the men.

Cameron hoped to use the truck as a 'Trojan Horse'.

"They are expecting this truck." Cameron said. "I need to get to the plane to prevent it from taking off if the shooting starts."

Cameron wanted to be at the airfield first. She would eliminate as much of the enemy as she could silently.

"I can drive this truck, Cameron. Jesse can sit next to me and Vanna can ride in the back. We can open up on anyone we need to while you secure the plane." Allison said. "I don't think they will be looking at the driver, so we should be able to get in without opposition. Like you said, they are expecting this truck. It won't be a surprise or alarm them when it arrives."

Allison and Jesse pulled their caps low on their foreheads and their collars high.

Cameron looked at the map the men used. She went over the plan again. Timing was critical.

"We are less than a mile from the airfield. Let me move in first and you will follow me in seven minutes." Cameron said. "I should be able to neutralize some of the opposition first and disable any heavy weapons."

Cameron handed Allison a watch she'd taken from the driver. She vanished into the lush growth.

The girls watched Cameron depart. Cameron was a Terminator now on the prowl. She was about to do what she was constructed for. It was to kill humans.

"Kong isn't King anymore." Allison said.

A new more deadly predator now roamed the jungle. All who crossed her path would die.

Jacked

There are many ways
A person may be attacked
Some may be verbal
Or one may be physically jacked

Is the nature of the assault
Only a way to distract
Or is it something sinister
Its true goal may be abstract

Our personal shield of armor
Is soon warped, dented or cracked
We began to wonder how it happened
When we realize we were sacked

We are dazed and confused
So into ourselves we retract
We wonder if our heart and mind
Are tarnished beyond repair or intact

Maybe all that is left behind
Will be some forgotten artifact
That is when one plus one
Does not add but subtract

Nobody