Chapter 2- Visitors

Shifting through papers in his office, Ellison was investigating any leads on the false Agent Kester while searching through his mysterious files he have been gathering for the past months. Reading all the evidence in his files again, he picked up a picture of his escaped felony, John Doe, as he had a barcode tattooed on his right arm that he circled in red marker before. Ellison knew his John Doe was hiding information about his investigation. Remembering his last words 'They're all going to Die', Ellison fully understood the words he told him, witnessing the aftermath of the machine. He knew if he could find his John Doe then he could find the machine.

A soft knock on his door alerted Ellison as he glanced up. He gave a weary smile at his co-worker that stepped into his office.

"Hey Samson." Ellison said moving a few papers on his desk around.

"Ellison, the boss wants to see you in his office." He said.

"Good or bad?"

"It depends on what you mean good or bad." Samson smirked and left his office.

Puzzled, Ellison stood up from his chair thinking oddly about his friend's words. He put on his navy blue suit jacket and walked out of his office.

Making his way to his boss office, Ellison could feel the conversation that's about to erupt. He had a feeling he was either off the case or actually relieved from duty until otherwise from his boss. Whatever this meeting was, he had to persuade his boss to keep him on the case no matter what.

Stopping at the front of his boss door with a brass plate nailed to the oak door saying Jack Conley, Ellison took a deep breath and opened the door. His actions paused immediately as he saw another person in his office. It was a woman as she was not curious who stepped into the room still facing away from him. The back of her head looked familiar as Ellison gazed at her curious.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry, I didn't know you had somebody in here. I'll wait outside."

"Wait Ellison, come in." Conley said signaling to come into his office.

Feeling nervous as he started to fidget with his suit, waiting for the bomb to drop, he glanced at the woman next to him. His eyes widen, surprised and baffled. The woman finally looked into his direction as she kindly smiled.

"Ms. Madison." Ellison said bewildered, staring at the same woman he met earlier.

"Hello, Agent Ellison." Calista said not as surprised to see him again.

The boss starred at them awkward. "You two know each other?"

"No. We just meet." They quickly said in unison.

"While good…saves the weird feeling in the room," said Conley adjusting himself in his chair ready to explain why he called Ellison into his room. "Sorry Ellison, but I've decided I'm taking you off the case of the guy that killed our men."

"Wait what?!" Ellison knew this was the reason and his boss didn't even sugar coat it to not seem guilty about his decision.

"Sorry, but we will be placing Agent Madison in charge until you can get some rest. I know it have been rough for you these past days, so I'm giving you some time to become focus again. I want you to give all the information to Agent Madison at once. From what her record shows, solving cases such as this, this guy will be behind bars in no time." The boss explained.

"Look, I can get this guy and I don't need rest. The faster we jump on this, the faster we can catch the guy." Ellison pleaded; being off of this case was the last thing he needed.

"Oh so now it's a guy and…not a machine?" Conley remembered Ellison previous words which was outrageous in his book.

Ellison looked away from Conley glare knowing he was going to bring that up. However, he didn't want Madison to think he was a whack job; however his boss already just made that apparent.

"Wait, a machine?" Madison asked puzzled hoping she heard Conley words right.

"Yes, a machine," The boss quoted Ellison's exact words. "Agent Ellison thinks it was a machine sent from the future that killed our men."

"A machine sent from the future." Madison said and then glanced at Ellison bizarrely. She saw him ignoring her stare, looking in another direction feeling embarrassed.

She looked at Conley. "What do you think about the case, sir?"

"A guy with a bullet proof vest that is good at what he does," said Conley. "Maybe an ex-military not liking how the world works. Whatever, look…ten FBI agents with families have numerous questions that want answers about there death. Saying they were killed by a machine from the future is an insult to there honor of serving years to this country. "

"Conley?" Ellison interrupted.

His boss placed his hand up to paused his words.

"Look Ellison…if you want to contribute to this case then do it," said Conley seriously. "However, you will be taking orders from Agent Madison now. She's the head Agent in charge of this investigation. I want answers quickly. If this guy jumps the border to Mexico, I want to have a dozen armed men waiting for him to take him into custody. Are we clear?"

Ellison exhaled forcing his rage back as his boss just appointed him a babysitter. "Yes sir."

"Dismissed." Conley said.

Ellison and Madison both walked out of his office and down a hallway. It was silence for a minute as none of them had anything to say at first. Although for Ellison, he was nervous, still in shock and embarrassed meeting Madison again, and on these terms.

"Not what our second meeting was pictured in my head was planned." Ellison said breaking the silence.

Madison smirked. "Don't worry…I'm not going to kill you."

They both chuckled.

"Look Ellison, I don't like to step over people shoes when it comes to cases such as these, and I also don't want you to feel in anyway that I will take you off of this case, regardless what the boss thinks of you."

"Thank you." Ellison said appreciated.

"To tell the truth, I want to hear everything you witness…even if it sounds outlandish," said Madison smiling at him sensing the nervousness from him still. "I've seen some weird things in my life, though this is a first, but I rather be prepared going into this case than not at all."

"Are you sure? You could end up like me around here jeopardizing your reputation. Also become one step closer in losing your job and sharing a patted cell with me." Ellison said being sarcastic and serious at the same time.

Madison smiled. "At least you'll keep me company."

They both smiled as Ellison thought she may not be bad to work with. He stopped at his office letting her go in first to start there investigation together.

Eating and enjoying the meal his mother brought for him at the table, John wondered could he convince his mother to buy this again.

Coming into the kitchen, he saw his mother roaming through the cabinets looking for something.

"This is pretty good." John said licking his fingers of the ketchup sauce seeping out of the jumbo size burger.

"I went to a new place over on George Street near the hardware store called Joe's House," said Sarah giving up on what she was looking for and glanced in her son's direction. "The people there are very…interesting."

Sarah comment pointed towards the interaction between the boss and the young waiter that amused her.

John didn't understand his mother's words, although saw her cheerful expression.

"Do you…you know…miss being a waiter?" John asked knowing his mother missed it from time to time. When he was young, he enjoyed hearing the stories she will tell him about her job. It was one of the normal conversations they had without involving his destiny.

Sarah hesitated at first. "Sometimes. I'll go back there if you want."

"How about tomorrow?" John asked avoiding his mother stare while smirking at the question.

"What's with my cooking?" Sarah smiled knowing her son was just being smart.

"I love you." John said smiling at her.

"Anyway," Sarah looked around the house curious. "Where's Tin Miss at? Normally she's looking through newspapers, watching the news or guarding the house looking out the window like a watch dog?"

John glanced at Cameron's bedroom door as it was closed which he thought was peculiar. Sarah followed her son's focus as this worried her.

"Is she okay?" Sarah asked her son in a low voice. "She's not acting unusual than before?"

"I think she's okay," John then acknowledged his mother's concern which made him force himself to say something else. He smiled at his mother to reassure her uneasiness. "Actually she's better then okay."

"Okay than." Sarah said and walked out of the kitchen.

John looked at his mother unsure then looked at Cameron's bedroom door. Worried, John himself was asking the same questions his mother was since she tried to kill him. He thought he fixed her chip, but since he didn't build her or fully understand the capacity of her chip functioning abilities, he had to go on assumption and hope that she was fine.

In her room in deep concentration, Cameron heard the entire conversation. She didn't feel affected by the unsure voice from both the Connors as her concerns was directed to something else.

In her hand was the San Diego article that caught her interest early in the morning as she clipped it out and placed it on her bed. Though she never slept in her bed, but it became quite useful for materials to be placed on it for her search. Newspapers, magazines and internet article clippings from different periods of the year, were spread out on her bed in chronologic order. She analyzed each article carefully, finally making a connection that she couldn't piece together before, until the San Diego mysterious killing.

On the wall in her room was an American map, as John thought it could help her on Intel gathering of finding the Turk. She walked over to it as her view mode placed red dots of the articles events in different places. She placed her finger on the city of Scottsbluff, Nebraska as her starting point and then slid it down towards San Diego. Her finger slowly moved up towards Los Angeles as she figured out the pattern to the articles events.

"You're here." She whispered.

Unnoticed, like a TV losing its picture, static started to plaque her view mode as her chip was malfunctioning again. Desperately trying to fix the glitch in her chip before it affected her entire body; Cameron wanted to take a step back but looked down as her left leg wasn't moving to her command. Unexpected, her left leg gave way. Before falling to the ground, she caught herself with her right hand bending down on her right knee. She glanced at the floor as her body was completely paralyzed.

Hidden behind her darken brown eyes, her true eye color magnum blue started to flicker repeatedly. She couldn't control it as whatever was affecting her processing chip was spreading across her body completely like a computer virus, as her view mode read power overload. As a precaution, her processing chip automatically does a complete shut down as her blue eyes stop flickering.

Placed on her bed dismantled of a 30SF mini-glock, Sarah was doing a weekly cleaning of her guns arsenal making sure they were good and ready when they needed to be. She never knew who would be knocking on her door, metal or law enforcements.

Seconds later, she heard sounds of heavy boots coming into the house followed by the closing of the front door. She dropped a white cloth she was using to clean the gun parts on the bed and walked out of her bedroom door. Knowing it was him by the heaviness of his boots, Sarah saw Derek at the kitchen placing a Canon EOS 40D Digital Camera on the table which cost them a pretty penny to acquire. However, to be a ghost in the shadows, it was a price they could afford.

"Did you get anything on the new CEO at Cyberdyne?" Sarah asked him.

"Not what I thought the person would be." Derek said as he picked up the camera and started to shift through the images he acquired.

Coming out of his room, John saw that his uncle was back from the task his mother had given him. It was something he was good at which was surveillance duty.

"Do we know if this person actually has the Turk, or a decoy and we're chasing our tails around?" John asked making sure this was the real deal of the games they played trying to find it.

Derek gave him the sim card. "Maybe you can pull up a bio from what I already know."

John took it and went into his room. He placed it into his Multi-Function External Card Reader next to his laptop as he pulled the images up on the card. Sarah was behind her son more eager to see the images on the card and figure out what they were dealing with. Surprised, both John and his mother looked at Derek.

"It's a woman." Sarah stated.

"Catherine Weaver and apparently a ball breaker as well," said Derek playing with the camera to adjust it back to its regular zoom. "Oh yeah, she's very rich from what I heard. I can see why Cyberdyne wants her. She can give them any amount of money to faster bring the world to an end."

Derek shook his head how money rules this world as it will become humans down fall in the end.

"When you guys blew up Cyberdyne the first time," Derek continued. "Cyberdyne have been desperate for money to be the leading corporation of the cutting edge of technology again."

"They might get there wish with this woman to jump start the corporation again. This is becoming more complicated by the day." Sarah said, thinking how eager man are to become rich in the world by selling there souls to the devil.

"I overheard one of the head boss in charge at a fancy uptight restaurant, I followed them in," Derek looked at Sarah's confused stare. "Don't ask how I got in…but they were talking about how she raised to CEO position in just one month being with the corporation."

"She did employ Sarkissian, so she could have other henchman under her belt." John noted.

"Sound like were out matched." Sarah said realizing there little team was going to need more fire power to take on a person of this stature.

"What do we do?" John asked his mother.

"First, we need to know everything about Ms. Weaver. Who are her employees, friends, relatives, to Flight plan ticket, whatever. If she has a weakness I want to know. Surveillance is our top priority. We can't have another run in like Sarkissian again without knowing who this person is. We need to know how far there progressing with the Turk, that's even if it's really there." Sarah explained.

She glanced at Derek beside her. "Let's not try to kill anybody at Cyberdyne to allow them to become aware of our actions."

Derek blew off her comment by rolling his eyes. If it gets him what he needed then sacrifices must be made to save the world, he thought. Speaking of killing, his eyes searched around the room curious.

"Where's the machine?" He asked always making sure it was in his sight when around the house.

"Cameron," John corrected the word 'machine' and hated when he didn't call her by name. "She's in her room."

"She's been in there all day." Sarah replied uneasy as Cameron never did that before.

"Are you sure?" John asked thinking maybe his mother didn't notice or hear her as she had the tendency to sneak up on people unannounced.

"I'm pretty sure." She answered.

John saw the curious but alert expressions both his uncle and mother had. He cleared his throat to get there attention.

"The false Sarkissian hard drive have other employees, I'll look into them some more since I'm almost done decrypting the entire hard drive, and also maybe there whereabouts." John said changing the subject quick.

"Okay." Sarah said as Derek and she walked out of her son's room.

John felt relieved that it work or they would have been crucifying Cameron again, especially Derek. He couldn't stop saying that Terminators only bring death ever since Cameron was malfunctioning with her chip. However, humans can also do the same thing which is why there fixing there mistakes before Judgment Day happens.

Walking side by side, Derek looked directly towards Cameron's bedroom door and then touched the knob of his bedroom door.

"Keep a close eye on the machine," said Derek not even looking into Sarah direction. "If it goes on a rampage again, I'll put it down...permanently."

Derek opened his door, went inside his room and closed it behind him.

His last words sent chills down Sarah's back as he was sometimes hard to control. It was funny that he reminded her of Cameron, that killing instinct to kill anything to accomplish the mission, like he did with Andy Goode. He was unpredictable and becoming another one of her side jobs to keep in line. Sarah wondered how long could she keep her dysfunctional family together before they grow apart or end up killing each other.

A fifty-five year old gun clerk was reading the guns & ammo magazine of the new latest addition of accessories to be mounted to an M4A1, a standardized gun Black Ops use in combat. He smiled feeling like a kid seeing a shiny new toy for Christmas. He took a pen and marble notebook of what he wanted to add to his inventory next month which had a long list.

The door opened as he looked at a man entering his shop in a full black suit. The shop owner looked strangely at the man thinking he was a little over dressed from the costumers he usually saw entering his shop. He didn't put up any job hiring flyers; the owner wondered what this man wanted as he looked like a cop scoping the entire shop.

"Can I help you, sir?" The clerk asked politely, closing his inventory book and placing it under the counter.

"Yes, I would like to acquire specific guns that have come into your shipment, please." Comartie asked in his proper tone.

The clerk gave him a suspicious look. "Sure, I just need proper identification."

Comartie showed him his FBI badge as this surprised the clerk. Even though his FBI cover was blown, however Comarite knew it was still effective towards average civilians that granted him access into places that others couldn't go.

"Sure thing, sir," said the clerk straighten himself as this was extremely rare to have the FBI come into his shop.

"Is this an investigation…or simple pleasure?" The clerk gave him a smirk.

Comarite kept his straight face unsure what the smirk was for when he said simple pleasure, but decided to use it from his original fake story.

"No investigation just simple pleasure, sir."

The clerk chuckled. "You sure have the polite talk of the FBI. So what guns are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Sabre Defence Precision Marksman Rifle, SIG 556, and M4A1 with a mounted M203 grenade launcher." Comartie asked looking behind the clerk of the bullet proof glass with special military weapons hung on the wall inside it.

The specific guns he was requesting surprised the clerk. "Those guns aren't cheap. You sure you want to buy them here and not ask from Uncle Sam?"

"Money is not a thing for me, can I see them please?"

A set of keys were attached to the belt ring on his pants by a clip as the shop owner unclipped it. He walked to the entrance door, placed his key inside the keyhole and locked it. The sign on the door which read open, the clerk turned it over as it said closed.

"Follow me." The clerk said.

The clerk guided Comartie in the back where he kept all of his heavy artillery and safe from robbers if need be.

"You come to the best place around for what you're asking," The Clerk continued. "Jack's Sporting Goods and Earl's Fly Gun stores don't even have these in stock unless you got connections."

They both went down a flight of stairs which lead into an open room basement. The clerk turned on a light as it looked like military stock supply room from the weapons that were mounted on each side of the walls.

"Pretty nice, huh," The Clerk smiled at him as Comartie still showed no emotion not understanding the man's excitement at all. To him it was weapons, tools used to complete his mission efficiently such as he was to Skynet.

The Clerk walked over to one of the mounted guns on the wall, took it off the hooks holding it up and placed it in his hands.

"The Sabre Defence Percisiom Marksman Rifle with the Leupold 6.5 20x50 mark 4 LR/T MI Illuminated Tactical Scope. Shoots thirty rounds in a magazine and sails beautiful through the air like a sparrow. A real baby, couldn't even get a hold of it when it came out last year and still can't, unless you're me. He He!"

The Clerk placed it into Comartie hands. Quickly, Comartie started to inspect the gun making sure it was up for the task for completing his mission.

The Clerk started to retrieve the other guns he requested and laid them down on a steel table in front of them waiting for him to inspect the other guns as well.

"Can I ask, why are you not getting all this through your Agency," asked the clerk watching Comartie take his time inspecting the SIG 556. "I know our tax dollars can surely supply you guys enough fire power to keep the country safe."

Comartie gave the Clerk an impassive look as his conversation was asking to many questions that he didn't like to answer. The Clerk put up his hands backing off; considering he knew how the FBI was secretive about there job.

"Okay…a secret, I get it," The Clerk smiled trying to lighten the mood. "Okay friend, with all these lovely weapons the price will be ten grand, including the bullets and added accessories which I'm going to gave you a discount. Somebody got to keep us safe."

Comartie put down the M4A1 on the table and looked directly at the man. He gave a half cocked smile.

"Thank you for your corporation." Comartie said politely.

He reached behind him and pulled out a 9mm with a silencer attached to it which surprised the clerk as his eyes widen in horror. Three shots were fired as the piercing bullets went directly into the man's chest like paper, killing him instantly.

Without showing any remorse from his actions, Comartie stepped over the clerk's body and went towards a caged locker. He noticed it was locked and ripped it opened using his superior strength. He pulled out a big black duffle bag and went back over to where his weapons were located. He dismantled them and placed them inside the bag.

He knew these weapons were sufficient enough to help him finish the mission, to hunt and kill the future leader of mankind, John Connor. However in order to find him he needed the Agent who was close in finding Sarah Conner. James Ellison.

Elevator doors slide open as a woman power walked off of it, speaking on her cell phone with a frustrated look on her face. The mid-thirty year old woman with reddish-orange hair and white suit outfit caught the attention of a young woman at an oval desk being the secretary of the CEO. Her frighten look of seeing this woman approaching towards her, the secretary stood up searching through folders of papers on her desk. She grabbed a sheet, walked around her desk and jogged towards her boss in an urgent manner.

"Hampering with the project will delay the efforts of making this company come back on its feet," said the woman irritated. "Forget about regulations! I thought I was paying you to control the law under your fingers like a puppet. Saddrick, there are other people who can give me faster results. If you can't produce them, just tell me right now."

The woman saw her secretary coming towards her in a hasten pace as she looked at her Rolex Datejust watch as her time wasn't her own anymore, which made her walk faster to her office to get the deals done before ten in the morning.

"Good Morning Ms. Weaver, I have your appointment sheets ready for you which have some small changes for today." The secretary said nervously. She always felt this way when her boss stepped into the building, hoping she wouldn't get fired since she already fired four secretaries so far in one month period of becoming the new CEO of Cyberdyne.

Weaver pause her movements and placed her hand up that made her secretary quickly stop talking.

"I don't care Saddrick." Weaver said not in the mood to argue with anybody this morning. However, she did catch the frighten looks her secretary was giving her as she glanced at her office doors.

"What's with your nervousness? It's distracting me." Weaver asked placing her hand over her phone.

"I really, really, really, Really tried to call you Ms. Weaver but…Ms. Dealer is in your office waiting for you." The secretary said fretfully trying to calm her nerves. She didn't know which female was worse, her boss or the woman that was waiting for her boss. Even though her boss tried to conceal any human emotions from everybody to see, but she could sense Weaver's nervousness around this woman.

Weaver placed her phone down to her side and gave her secretary an irritated look. "Why didn't you call me? I told you if that woman calls or come to my office you were to call me immediately. Do you want to join the rest of the whinny secretaries I had before? I'm not paying you sixteen dollars an hour to look pretty."

"Yes you have many times, but, but, but I did call you several times already." She justified her efforts.

Weaver gave her a stern look. "You should have kept trying until your hands broke off. A warning Lisa."

Weaver snapped her fingers twice as Lisa gave her the appointment sheet. Lisa stepped aside letting her boss pass, wondering was the money worth the stress she's been under. It wasn't a full week since she started to job and she felt like she's been at Cyberdyne for twenty years.

Weaver brought the phone to ear again. "Saddrick, your service is no longer needed. My personal employees will visit you shortly for your money."

She flipped her phone and placed it in her small jacket pocket. She paused at her double doors and inhaled, still could smell the fresh wooded oak made from her doors. She placed her hand on the door as she had to swallow her emotions quickly or the person waiting for her will sense it, which she thought was disturbing. She opened her door and walked in.

Sitting in a smooth shaped mist white chair in front of Weaver's desk, Ms. Dealer was waiting for the new CEO to enter. She didn't look at her, as Ms. Dealer already acknowledge her presents. Her emerald eyes were focus in front, looking out from the large displayed windows which gave a fascinated view of Los Anglos.

Weaver stepped forward but was startled when she glanced to her right. A 6'5 Caucasian man resembling attributes of a body builder caught her attention. Standing straight, hands positioned behind him and black shades covering his eyes, her presence hardly intimidated him as his eyes were directed forward. His black suite, white shirt and tie reminded her of the men in black as he never change clothing each time she seen him, being Ms. Dealer's personal bodyguard.

"Ms. Dealer, I didn't even know you were coming today." Weaver said as she started to walk towards her desk but paused giving a smile to lighten the darken tension in the room every time she visited.

"Please Catherine…you know I hate when you feel nervous around me. Barrack makes everybody feel that way when they first glance at him. He's really a nice guy. Dedicated to his job in protecting me. He won't hurt you. Please, sit…you earned it." Ms. Dealer said kindly and pointed to her chair behind Weaver's desk.

"Thank you," said Weaver as she walked towards her chair behind her desk and settled herself down.

To her, Ms. Dealer was a hard ass and even worse boss then her from the off the papers employees she hires. Though beautiful in looks being the same age as her, the 5'6, brunet, could kill anybody that stood in her way. Ms. Dealer wanted perfection and the reason why Weaver admired her the most. Weaver deep down wanted to be her. Although she had wealth, however, she wanted the power to persuade anybody to her side like Ms. Dealer could do.

"With Cyberdyne, everything is going according to plan," said Weaver as she straighten in her chair. "With new technology we're introducing in all aspects of the modern age average citizens use everyday, will be on top in no time from there supply and demands. We're getting everything ready for the I.Q. party event in less then a month which will blow them away of what we have in store for them already."

Ms. Dealer smirked by her last comment. "Literally."

"Soon will have enough funding invested into the corporation that the Turk will flourish far beyond any A.I. platform that have ever and will be constructed in the future. However, we have to make sure outsiders, such as the law, won't interfere with our business. Saddrick can't perform his job anymore. I'd already terminated his contract with us." Weaver explained.

"Don't worry," said Ms. Dealer giving her a sly look. "I don't want you to worry about needless things. My associates will handle Saddrick. The law of this time is very stubborn. In any case…"

Ms. Dealer stood up and adjusted her navy blue business suit jacket, wearing long dress paints as she looked at the Cyberdyne CEO.

"I put my full trust in you to carry out the production of the Turk," Ms. Dealer continued. "Excuse me now, I have other matters to deal with."

The statue bodyguard became animated and went over to the door. He opened it waiting for his employer to exist.

"While everything is in motion, what will you be doing in the mean time." Weaver asked as Ms. Dealer only came to visit her when she wanted something. She probably already acquired it without her noticing, Weaver thought.

Ms. Dealer smirked feeling anxious of the new discovery she found. "Easy answer...Search for The Engineer."

She turned around and strolled out of her office followed by her bodyguard. Weaver gave her a curious look unsure what she meant. Cyberdyne had the best engineers around and wondered why she was looking for another one.