Walter Barnes sat behind his desk figuring out financial statements for the bank he's been working at for most of his life now. When he volunteered for a top secret mission over twenty years ago this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Although all things considered it's likely much safer then what most people got dragged into?

"Walter Barnes"

Walter quickly pulled a gun the Desert Eagle he always had hidden in case of emergencies. He looked at his latest customer. "Are you here to kill me?"

"No, I am here for the content of the safety deposit boxes."

"Which ones?' Walter asked.

"All of them."

Walter looked at the man and got up to his feet and put the gun back in his desk. "Must be running low on good men if they're sending someone like you huh?"

The other man just stared at him blankly. Walter shook his head and grabbed a ring of keys he was given in 1961 when the bank first opened and he worked as a teller. "Here you go?"

Walter watched the other man open the doors one by one first out was false papers that will be fake ids soon enough. Walter watched as the man unloaded pieces and pieces with each key putting the separate pieces together. Walter looked at it as the pieces started coming together as a coherent thought in his mind realizing just what it is. "Holy shit, is this what I think it is?"

"I do not know what you think this is." The other man replied laying down the last piece ten clear vials all banded together. One was enough for any mission.

Walter let out a quiet gulp. "This is an update. There's enough power here to level half the country. What the hell are you going up against?"

"I am not authorized to discuss it." The other man replied. "Over thirty percent of your body mass has converted to girth."

"Age, inactivity, and McDonald's, get the hell out of here." Walter ordered this has to break some peace treaty somewhere in the world today.


In the middle of Smallville Kansas amid a meteor shower. We see a familiar sight of a spaceship landing starting what should be one of the world's greatest stories of hope. But in this world a general was much more bitter, and this tale of hope ended tragically before it could even begin. And would serve as a prelude to what is to come.

A spaceship lands in the field creating a crater as it opens and a little boy with no clothing climbed out. The boy looked up to the sky and a much bigger ship passed him and landed.

The boy watched as this started to seemingly bleed steel black blood. Eventually the blood started rising up and taking shape into a humanoid appearance resembling a dark haired man in black clothes as he approached the child whom looked at him with an innocent stare.

Brainiac looked at the boy with a smile serving his master's final objective to end this wretched line of traitors.

"Step away from the boy."

Brainiac turned to the sight seeing someone walking up.

A man walked up the walking cliché of a biker. Over six feet tall, leather jacket grey shirt and leather pants brownish hair and sunglasses. He walked with a big piece of metal in his hands which he held like a rifle as it extended and sparks of electricity shot out. "The brain interactive construct… I've been waiting for you."

Brainiac watched as the piece of metal changed into a weapon that resembled a futuristic sniper rifle. "What's that supposed to…"

The other man fired it as a seeming lightning bolt hit him and Brainiac was sent into the air and crashed into his ship.

Brainiac looked at himself trying to hold himself together as smoke came out. "What the hell are you?"

"Cyberdyne systems model 101 series 800"

The terminator waited as each of the remaining nine vials went from clear to red. Once all were red the terminator grabbed the boy and put him behind and opened fire this time a seemingly self sustained lightning storm attacking Brainiac, his ship, and the boy's ship. Brainiac shouted in agony as pieces of him started to vaporize with nowhere to go as half his face crackles and pops.

The terminator kept the weapon focused as the little ship is completely vaporized while the big one finally starts cracking into pieces. With one final blast the ship and Brainiac are vaporized into chars of red that dissipate in the sky to nothing.


The terminator walked over to the boy and put his leather jacket on him hoisting him up. He was sent to protect him the same as Sarah Conner. He hoisted him up into the truck he drove here in putting the rail cannon next to him. "Seatbelt Kal El."

The terminator strapped him in and got in the front. At least he'll have his mission until Sarah Conner and Kyle Reese return.

The terminator turned the key and the engine didn't start. He looked as a blue truck drove up and a red headed woman and blond man came out.

Martha Kent looked at the toddler in the backseat whom smiled at her. "Is your son OK?"

"Yes" The terminator replied looking at the engine all the energy the rail cannon put out fried it and broke the gun beyond repair. "We were trying to get to 2025 Beaumont when this started."

Jonathan nodded their car engine must have got fried in the meteor shower… somehow. "Well you shouldn't be here in the middle of a meteor shower. Come on we'll give you a ride."


Author's Notes

Thanks for the reviews

Terminator created by James Cameron

Terminator Genysis is in no way owned by me. Problem is I don't know who does.