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A/N: Italics are flashbacks or names. Tally ho!

October 31, 2007 15:00 PST
Los Angeles, California

Agent James Ellison, FBI sat in the back of Charley Dixon's ambulance with the paramedic and stared at the bodies. 20 of the FBI's Hostage Rescue Team lay dead before the two men, slaughtered like so many cattle.

James had reported that he had evidence George Laszlo had been impersonating an FBI Agent at the weekly meeting earlier that day. The response had been an overwhelming consensus of "Let's get him." Only Ellison and Stewart had doubts, but their comrades had seen the need to immediately shut down the false FBI Agent and overrode their fellow Agents.

James turned to Charley and quietly said, "Sarah wasn't crazy. The machines are here, now."

The paramedic quietly asked, "Did you see the news clip with her in it recently?"

"Yes. She, John, and their companion looked completely un-aged. I was disbelieving at the time, but now..."

"Agent-"

"Please, call me James."

"James, she's alive."

There were 20 HRT members as well as Agents Stewart and Ellison on the raid. They had driven to the apartment complex in near-silence, only talking as needed. Eventually, the team had arrived and left their vehicles.

"How can you be sure, Mr. Dixon?"

"It's Charley, and I know because three days after they made the news, John came to my house."

"Why would he do that?"

"I think he just wanted to see me. I talked with him a little, but when I tried to get close he threw me on the floor, apologized, and ran off. Left a bruise, but nothing serious."

"Whatever had happened, it may have left him a bit of a nervous wreck. Do you think he meant to hurt you?"

"No. I think he was afraid that I'd contact you again."

Ellison noted the stairs and the pool, thinking that the fight could get interesting, to say the least. If 'Laszlo' could rip someone's head off, what were the chances of mere bullets stopping 'him'? The team ascended the stairs and positioned themselves in front of Laszlo's door. Stewart gave Ellison a look that asked, 'Are you sure about this?' James nodded and gave the signal to go in.

"Agent Ellison?"

James turned and saw a female Agent who asked, "Can I borrow you?" He nodded, then she led him over to a gurney. She pulled the sheet off the corpse.

"Pulled him from the apartment. That's your guy, right? The shooter?"

"Yeah, that's what he looks like."

"What do you mean by that?"

Ellison sighed and said, "Agent Norgaard, you'd think I was crazy if I told you exactly what happened."

One of the HRT knocked the door in while another went in. James heard the report of an MP5 firing three-round bursts. He heard an impact and everyone was backing away as the man who went in was sent flying into the pool. Two other men tried to subdue Laszlo, but one had his neck snapped before being thrown out of the apartment and the other's heart was ripped out.

Ellison ordered a fighting retreat, but Laszlo kept killing his comrades, including Agent Stewart whose brain was removed from his skull.

James asked her, "Does the apartment complex have security cameras?"

"They do. No one's seen the tapes of that time. You wanna join me?"

Charley walked up and asked, "May I see those too?"

"Who are you?"

"He's Charley Dixon, and Laszlo killed his wife."

The paramedic said, "Yeah, ripped her head right off, with ONE ARM!"

Before Norgaard could react, Ellison said, "Mr. Dixon," in a tone of voice that warned him to keep quiet. Turning to the Agent, he told her, "He may be able to help us."

Charley Dixon was driving in his ambulance when his radio went off.

"All fire and EMT personnel advised to stand by. FBI raid in North Hollywood. Suspect considered armed and extremely dangerous. May be posing as an FBI Agent. Last name, Kester."

He turned on his lights and sirens, then pulled a U-turn and sped off in the direction of the raid, his gut instinct told him there would be casualties when he got there.

15:30 PST
Apartment security office

Charley, along with Ellison and Norgaard, had just finished watching the security tape of 'Laszlo' slaughtering 20 FBI Agents. The two men had their suspicions confirmed while the woman was shocked. She asked, "What the Hell is that thing?!"

Ellison himself rarely cursed at all, and didn't generally like it when fellow Agents did, but he could live with her language given the enormity of what hit him.

"That mope didn't kill our HRT, ma'am. A machine from the future stole his identity and did it."

Norgaard couldn't believe what she had just heard Ellison say. "A machine? One of Sarah Connor's robots?"

Charley asked, "You read her file?"

"Yes, I was on the case when she escaped from Pescadero. But she, John, and two others died in '99 when the bank blew up."

"No, she didn't die. Neither did John."

"What? How?"

"Last month, the two of them and a girl showed up naked on a freeway here in L.A. Three days later John came to my house. He didn't stay long."

Norgaard was surprised. "Is that all?"

"The girl had metal under her skin, and six days ago the robot that killed your guys interrogated me about John and Sarah's whereabouts. Then two days ago it ripped my wife's head off!"

Ellison interrupted the budding argument with, "I know why it spared me."

The woman asked, "Why?"

Ellison turned to her and replied, "It thinks I can lead it to Sarah and John. That's why I'm still alive."

Charley threw in his two cents. "It knows about both of us, Agent Ellison. We have to find her, quickly."

Norgaard said, "Let's get back to the office. Maybe the tapes from this place and the hospital can convince the higher-ups to look for her."

Ellison added, "Also, we'll need the news clip with the three of them in it. Mr. Dixon, are you willing to assist us?"

The paramedic told them, "I'll help, but we have to do this very quietly. If you're right, that thing can track us, and who knows how many more might be out there."

"Let's get to the office. I can get some junior Agents to drive your respective vehicles. Come on."