''Are you sure this is the right place?'' Pops questioned, as they appeared in front of the only gun shop in town. ''Positive,'' Emma remarked, before slowly entering into the small shop, to see the shop owner, glaring down a the news paper he was reading, before he looked at them.

''What can I get you?'' he asked, as Emma and Pops looked around. ''Nothing. We're just looking around.'' She smiled, before following Pops into the back, as the clerk just rolled his eyes and continued to read the newspaper.

''What are we even doing here?'' Pops asked, as he looked at all the different types of guns, as Emma rolled her eyes. ''To get weapons,'' She simply replied. ''Now move it before...'' What ever Emma was about to say next died in her throat as she noticed who had just entered the shop, quickly she grabbed Pops arm and pulled him behind a desk.

''What are you doing?'' He asked, as Emma just rolled her eyes and moved his head so he could see who has just walked in. ''The Terminator,'' he whispered. As he watched the T-800 look at all the different types of guns on the wall behind the counter.

''What can I get you?'' The clerk asked, as Emma and Pops silently watched. The T-800 looked up and studied the guns.

''the Remington 1100 Autoloader.'' The T-800 said, watching as the clerk pulled the large gun from the wall, and onto the counter. ''Anything else?'' The clerk sighed.

'' A phased plasma pulse-laser in the forty watt range.'' The T-800 asked, the Clerk shook his head, as Emma and Pops made way for the back.

''Just what you see, pal.'' The clerk smirked, indicating the display case and wall racks with a minimal gesture.

''The Uzi 9 millimeter,'' The t-800 asked, the clerk smiled, grabbing the gun, as Emma and Pops watched from the secret door they had snuck into.

''You know your weapons, buddy.'' The clerk admitted, as Emma glared at the t-800 watching as he examined the gun.

''Any one of them's ideal for home defense. Which'll it be?'' The clerk asked, as the t-800 lifted the gun and looked through the target. ''All.'' He simply replied, causing the clerk to grin.

''Maybe I'll close early. Cash or charge?'' The clerk asked, digging into the pile of papers, as the t-800 took a bullet from the box on the counter. ''Idiot,'' Emma mutered.

''Hey!'' The clerk yelled, causing Emma and Pops to look at him. ''You cant do that.'' Emma watched in horror as the t-800 calmly loaded the gun and aimed in right at the clerk. ''Wrong.''

Emma closed her eyes as soon as she saw the clerk fall dead onto the ground. ''What do we do now?'' Pops asked, as the t-800 walked out with some of the guns. ''We go to technor.''