Sorry for the wait. I hope this can hold you guys off for a while until the next update since it's extremely long.

Chapter 11- I.Q. Party Part 3

The true entertainment was about to begin as it was time for the mission to commence. Sarah glanced at her watch then saw the undercover guards starting to move away from their positions and towards the presentation room. Something was about to happen as the sections where the camera's blind spots were became exposed. She could go for it now but it was no word on Seen's orders if the coast was clear. She had to be patient which was not her strong front in these high circumstances.

"Ladies and gentleman," said Lisa, Weaver's secretary as she was gathering everybody's attention in the room.

Standing on the second floor ledge, she could see the entire lower floor. The dome ceiling above them projected her voice louder for the guest as if she was speaking into a microphone.

"I hope you have been enjoying the I.Q. party entertainment this evening as our presentation will begin in just a few minutes. However, before seeing our grand prize of the first true A.I. introduced to the public, I will now introduce you the CEO of Cyberdyne and our hostess for tonight, Catherine Weaver."

The guests applaud gazing above them as the CEO of Cyberdyne gracefully walked down the steps from the second floor becoming the center of attention. Weaver, although still feeling tense, tried her best to stay focus. She thanked the people that came which were familiar investors to the company as they praised her in her work, anxious to see the Babylon project.

Upon greeting her guest, she made her way to the presentation room and stood in front of the entrance.

Disquieted, John glanced at his protector as her focus was on Weaver like a hawk. From a glimpse at the CEO this close in person, she looked like an average civilian. And yet this woman will help bring the end of the world for accomplishing a goal that many humans want to achieve by advancing technology for a better future.

The nervousness started to settle in his stomach again just thinking about that thought. To save the world, does this woman have to die? It always ended up that way when they tried to prevent Judgment Day. Miles Dyson, Andy Goode, Barbara Chamberlain, Jessica Peak, all innocent bystanders to their war and did not deserve their fate because of it, no matter how there future will play out. Considering the circumstances, John was unsure how Catherine Weaver life will play out either. He hoped they could avoid the never changing story for once from their fate in their story book, which resulted in their death.

"Thank you Lisa for the lovely introduction," said Weaver. "Ladies and gentleman, I hope you're enjoying the party and the finest wine,"

The guest began to laugh at that assumption.

"Unfortunately I'm going to have to steal you guys away from it for the main event that will start shortly. Please find your seats accordingly and the main event will begin soon."

Weaver turned around and headed into the presentation room as Brain was standing next to John Henry watching the guests fill up the room.

Taking a seat in the back, from first glance Sarah and John were appalled as the Turk was mounted right in the front of the room. To not cause suspicion, Cameron had to push the two Connors to their seats from there gaping expressions. She understood their emotional state; however, they needed to suppress their emotions. They had to stay calm and collected. If one guard senses their discomfort then their mission would be compromised.

"I wonder what there showing." Seen lightly chuckled.

"I know what it ends up doing." Derek said not amused by her comment, as he was seated next to her watching the entire event on the multiple computer screens inside the LADWP van.

"We should have destroyed it when we had the chance." Derek implied, distressed that his mission was a failure.

"Destroying it was on my mind at first, but it could have just been a shell. The person in charge would have backups of the program secretly hidden within the company or offshore, somewhere secure so people like us don't pay her a visit." Seen replied.

She wondered was the Turk truly Skynet. The sense of destruction and loathing feeling of annihilating humanity from the face of the earth felt absent when she first saw it. A theory have crossed her mind the more she continued to stay in the past. Could a possible outside influence made Skynet seek destruction upon the human race in the future?

Although it was still conjectural the further she learned about the birth of Skynet, however, will the knowledge she gain be enough to stop the fourth coming battle between men vs. machine.

"I guess you really have to think of it as a chess game." Seen said gazing at the small monster placed in its plastic prison.

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of. Sooner or later that thing is going to have us all in checkmate." Derek sardonically said having a detestation attitude towards the machines every waking second he breathed.

Seen sensed the disdainful tone in his voice as in every Resistance Fighter she meant in her life, except for one.

"As long as you have a chess piece still alive to protect the king then theirs still hope, until the king lays down in defeat then its checkmate."

The serenely in her voice made Derek glance at the girl. It was a comment that was out of character for Seen. He knew it was directed at his nephew and the destiny that will come if they are unsuccessful to stop Judgment Day.

Replaying the comment in his mind, he might have found the answer to Sarah's question. It was the question of how Seen became a Sergeant. That comment and her serene composure made him see the logic to not send a backup engineer in her place. She had the special qualities of an engineer and much more, only she was oblivious to that notion, Derek thought.

Something disturbing caught Seen's attention as her eyes focused on the back row. Her team's acrimonious expression towards the Turk vexed her, uncertain how this will play out in a few minutes.

The presenter that was introducing John Henry to the audience voice became dim to the Connor team, as Sarah and John loathing eyes stared at the Turk.

Barely moving or breathing, abhorrence and revulsion towards Skynet filled the void in his heart. Since his birth, Skynet have made his life a living hell. Every breath he took, uncertainty it would be his last for a future he never wanted any part in becoming the famous John Connor, this was his chance to finish the job once in for all while the horrid beast was defenseless. All he had to do was order Cameron to destroy it right here right now. No, he would do it himself. It was only befitting to deliver the finishing blow. Unsure how, but some way he would do it. A couple of bullets would end its life. All he needed was a gun.

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice that snapped him back to reality quickly.

"All of you," said Seen through the com-link. "Don't even think about it. You want to kill everybody in the room on a hunch that's the real Skynet."

"It is," said Sarah bluntly. "We can destroy it now."

Gnawed by their drunk self on revenge, Seen had to conceal her frustration how ludicrous she was sounding. The entire operation was to make sure their team would walk away unscathed as there impulsive actions at this moment would ruin that plan.

"You destroy it and you are all dead," said Seen convincing the team to stop their suicidal attempt in destroying the Turk. "I didn't place you guys in there to get yourselves killed."

"We understand the risk." John said dourly.

Luckily, she had one person or machine on the team that was neutral and stayed focus on her primary objective, which was to protect John Connor. His botch job attempt in destroying the Turk would compromise that objective.

"Cameron." Seen called her name to become her surrogate voice to help prevent the two Connors premeditative act.

"Seen's right," Cameron conceded, agreeing to her friend's protest. "We have insufficient information if that's the real Turk or a replication. We can't base our judgment on a possibility. We need to be hundred percent sure to advance in an attack,"

The words from the machine brought the Connors back from their revenge trip in there almost unconscionable action, given the situation they were all in.

"Beside," Cameron continued. "If I was Skynet, I would place a terminator in this room, protecting from a distance from its enemies."

Both the Connors stared at Cameron perplexed, and then begun to search the room guest by guest. Where was the terminator? Could it be a security guard? Brian? Or possibly the CEO of Cyberdyne?

Unsure of the possibility that a terminator was in the room, this left the Connors in a discomposure state the more they stayed in Weaver's estate, given the fact they always ran the opposite direction when it came to the machines.

Cognizant of the infiltrator unit in the room unlike her counterparts, Cameron gazed at Dealer in the first row listening to Brian's presentation. From the brief confrontations she had with that woman in the future, she was not a machine, but something else. On every occasion she had with her, she barely escaped her clutches. With John in the room, Seen's plan had to prove fruitful. She had to believe in the plan to destroy Skynet in the end before Judgment Day arrives.

"Now that you understand the situation clearly…Sarah it's time." Seen said.

Sarah eyes lingered around the room as the guards focus was on the presentation intrigued about the new A.I. capabilities themselves.

"Okay." Sarah responded.

Standing up, she weaved her way out from the row, excusing herself as the guests cleared a path for her and walked out of the presentation room.

One man stood up from his chair and asked a question. "Sorry for not being thrilled like the others, but from what you're saying couldn't a regular computer do this?"

"So you say," said Brian as this was a question he was ready to demonstrate what John Henry could do. "John Henry, give me all the information on Mr. Michael Mondose?"

John Henry objects to that request. Projected by an overhead projector mounted on the ceiling, he types on the screen, 'That is illegal without authorization from the authorities or the individual themselves.'

The crowd started to laugh from the comment as they were impressed it was obeying the law.

"Yes, John Henry it is. My mistake," Brain looked at John Henry texting on the screen, amused as his program was working accordingly and then at Mr. Mondose.

"Mr. Mondose, if I could have your permission to search your records to view to the public?" Brian asked.

Also pleased by the AI's intellect understanding right from wrong, Mr. Mondose nodded his head giving his approval.

Taking Mr. Mondose facial recognition, in an instant John Henry pulled up his driver's license, birth certificate, family tree, property, insurance, yearly taxes including his annually pay. All of his information flashed on the screen in a blink of an eye displaying his entire life.

"Mr. Mondose you were born in 1969, in Adams County, Illinois with five brothers and two sisters as you were the youngest son to Jim Mondose and Mary Smith. Went to Adams Elementary from first to third grade, Baldwin Intermediate School from fourth to six grade, Quincy Junior High School in which you were caught drinking on campus on two occasions,"

The crowd started to laugh as Mr. Mondose made a gesture in a humorously confession.

"Then you went to Quincy Notre Dame High School, caught in stealing a sneaker bar at a 7-eleven." Brain chuckled.

"Hey that charge was dropped. I was hungry and I forgot it was in my pocket." Mr. Mondoese smiled remembering his crazy ways when he was young.

"Yes, it was but if it was filed on your record it will always be there. It's like deleting a file from a computer, it's never gone just stored somewhere where you can't see it." Brain answered his question and comparing it to a computer analogy.

"To get to the root of the story, John Henry can make your task less time consuming and more sufficient on finding everything you need such as maybe…an unknown suspect if you worked for the CIA, FBI, or LAPD. Think of how fast the A.I. program can help find anybody in the world in the fastest manner to stop criminals, terrorists, deadly premeditative attacks against innocent people…or help in the medical field."

As if like a professor in a classroom, Brain began to walk up the ale wanting to grab everybody's attention on what he was purposing, as the guests became like students in listening to the lecture acutely.

"Take for instance, a doctor is operating on a patient for heart problems and something goes wrong. The patient only has seconds to live. Many things can go wrong that a doctor have to make a quick decision on a possibility if you say…cut an artery near the heart. Could this save the patient's life or will this possibility cause further complications that could affect the patient down the road in life?"

The few doctors in the room began to whisper among one another having mixed feelings about an A.I. program incorporated in the medical field from what Brain was suggesting.

"Depending on the situation it's a gamble, a fifty fifty chance," Brian continued, "With John Henry's oversight and faster decision making, it could assist the doctor by giving calculated static's to make the correct decision. Then the percentage for the patient's survival goes up and by fare close to eighty or ninety percent chance to live a healthier life with fewer doctor visits after the surgery."

Brain began to walk down the ale as his words were starting to impress the guest on what his invention could purpose in many aspects where humans errors are created.

"Think of the infinite possibilities that John Henry could do in advancing humanity. This is just the beginning."

The crowd began to applause impressed from the small results and anxious to learn more about John Henry.

Last time glancing at the Turk, Cameron stood up. "I'm leaving."

Before leaving the room, her eyes focused on Dealer. Although leaving John unattended with that woman in the room was not good intentions since Dealer's presence turned this mission into a deadly game. However, he was much safer with her absence. If she remains unidentified then he could stay hidden within the crowd.

"Remember to be a ghost." Cameron said and left the room.

John watched his protector leave, remembering a few weeks ago when they discussed Seen's position when they first met. Although it was odd for his protector to say, in a situation like this all he wanted was to become a ghost.

Fixing his tie in the hallway mirror as he felt insufferable attending these functions, one guard was uninterested the entire time during the event. His unenthusiastic attitude made him the perfect candidate for Sarah to elude to gain access to the basement level.

"Excuse me. Do you know where the bathroom is?" Sarah asked, smiling kindly at the guard.

The man finished fiddling with his tie and then saw the woman asking him directions.

Breath taken, as if an angel descended from heaven, the man was spellbound by Sarah's pulchritude appearance. It has been awhile since he's been this attractive to a woman at first sight. In his line of work, beautiful women come and go like the passing wind, but something about this woman made him speechless as his mouth was ajar in a gawking fashion staring aimless at her perfect figure. The seductive black dress and winsome smile was hypnotizing him much quicker then he thought.

His mother always told him if he ever met a girl that made him stop as if she was a goddess to his eyes then she was a keeper. He cursed to himself that his professional life always interrupted his happiness.

The slick looking 6'1" lighten short cut brown hair, fairly handsome security guard, amused Sarah by his schoolboy expression as if seeing a pretty girl for the first time.

"Sorry," He said finally breaking out of his stupefied look. "It's down the hallway, take a right, left and then small right, it should be on your right hand side. I can escort you if you want."

"No that okay. Thank you." Sarah lightly smiled.

The guard watched her walk down the hallway still goggling over her beauty. He had to flush his deluded fantasy from his mind. A woman looking that beautiful was either married or involved with somebody, he thought.

A bottle of water was shown in front of him as he saw his friend, another guard different in size, taller and older in age presumably early forties, appeared next to him. Unlike his small structured friend, the older guard took his work more professional.

"You think I'm a nice guy?" The guard asked, still having the imprinted image of Sarah starting to plaque his mind again.

The guard looked at his friend oddly. "Nathan, you work for an employer that hires people to kill people that she hires. The only way you can get a real woman is being reincarnated."

"Wow Tod, never become a councilor when you retire. You're not perfect either. I don't see the ladies all over you, especially with a name like yours. Tod. You're Russian with an English name." Nathan sarcastically stated.

"My name is not the problem. Besides a good woman doesn't exist in this sugar coated world we live in. What brought this up anyway? Saw something you can't have?" Tod asked as he took off the cap from his water bottle and began to drink it.

Nathan looked into the direction where Sarah left, dejected as their short encounter would have never worked in a long lasting relationship given his job profession.

He sighed in depression.

"Just forget it." He finally told him.

Rearing her way around a corner heading down a stairway, Sarah swiftly but quietly made her way down the basement level. Her shoes were making it difficult to be incognito with the heel constantly hitting the marbled floor, creating clacking sounds that echoed throughout the hallway. Consciously contemplating on taking the shoes off, she reminded herself she had to still remain undercover. If a guard pass and acknowledge her without any shoes on her feet then it would arose suspicion.

"Take a left."

Sarah followed the guided words from Seen on her com-link. Every camera she passed it feel uncomfortable each corner she turned. She loathed them when she was at Pescadero State Hospital and she still despised them, eyes always watching her. It was almost impossible to escape the spying devices every place she went in this modern technologized world.

Sarah had to calm her nervousness. "Are you sure the guards can't see me?"

"Yes. They're only looking at a looped feed." Seen answered hoping this would stop her jitters. "However, I don't trust high paid guards. They pay too much attention to details."

Sarah glanced at her watch again. The open window she had was five minutes. She had to hurry as she made her way already on the basement level. Now all she had to do was find the security quarter.

There it was, a few feet from her. She quickly jogged to the door as she saw a high tech key pad next to the steel door.

"Alright I'm here," Sarah vaguely looked over the key pad as this was Seen's department. "What's the code?"

Extensively typing on the keyboard, Seen was running a cryptic code on her laptop as the security code was becoming difficult for her to hack. She had to give her hat off to her Swedish friend as a part of her was rapt by the challenge to decode it.

Derek saw a guard coming towards Sarah location on the camera feed. "Sarah you have company coming in the west wig less then a minute out."

His warning brought Sarah senses on high alert.

"Come on Kid, I don't have a minute. You said you had the code from your Swedish tech buddy." Sarah hissed.

"No I said I had the algorithm code to crack the defenses of the security system to speed up the process which would take…"

"Okay, okay whatever. Just get it open." Sarah ordered.

The situation turned for the worse, as Seen and Derek heard a vehicle pull up to their van outside. They both looked at each other puzzled.

Derek took the gun lying on the small desk stationing the computer screens, and secured it behind his back inside his pants. He concealed it by his jacket layered underneath his yellow High-Viz jacket.

"Get it done." Derek instructed and went out the van through the driver's side.

Seen focus shifted back to the code as she had to break it immediately. Luckily in devising the mission, plan A had backup.

Waiting for the code pad to turn green, Sarah watched the west wing intensively. She needed the code now. Without a weapon at her disposal and doing combat in a dress, she was at a disadvantage. She was unsure how effective she would be in type of situation such as this.

Just my luck, she thought.

Actually, as Sarah dug in her small purse that matched the color of her black dress, she had one weapon that she took off the refreshment table and managed to sneak it inside her purse. It was a cutting knife. It was not the lethal standard of a combat knife but it would have to due given the circumstances.

Sarah aligned herself into position and came to the corner of the wall, hugging it as the knife was down at her side. The loud footsteps came closer as she started heavily breathing. The key pad was still red and her time was running out. She cursed to herself, as the footsteps were seconds away from entering her hallway.

It was too late. The guard was here. She had to prepare herself as it was him or her.

As the guard came around the corner, Sarah pushed off the wall to give her the extra momentum, arm raised about to strike the enemy, but unexpectedly halted her movements.

It was the guard before, Nathan, as he was staring at her flabbergasted and in dismay.

Without even going into an explanation, Nathan stepped back a few inches and drew his handgun from his holster in a blank of an eye.

"What are you doing down here?! This is a restricted area." Nathan said as his voice that was friendly previously was now gone.

"Put your weapon down!" He demanded.

The keypad turned green.

Thanks a lot Seen, Sarah thought watching the pad turn colors out the corner of her eyes. The timing was off and now she had a problem on her hand. The five minutes she had before became less then two minutes.

"Sorry, I got lost after all." Sarah smiled trying to throw the guard off again.

"Place your weapon on the ground and slide it over to me." Her seductive attempt became futile as Nathan was ready to fire at will at a given moment.

"Okay." Sarah complied and slowly placed the knife on the ground, still having one hand up, and slid the weapon over to him.

The guard neither look down or flinch; his eyes stayed focused on Sarah the entire time as he caught the knife under his shoe. Just her luck, the guard was a pro, trained military most likely, Sarah thought.

"Who are you? CIA? FBI? SVR?" Nathan asked demanding answers.

"No," Sarah answered as her nerves were at ease even though a gun was pointed directly between her eyes. "But you should put the gun down. If I told you the truth, you'll think I'm crazy."

"Try me."

Sarah smirked. "I think you should put the gun down."

"Why? Because you said so."

"Yes."

Nathan eyes widen hearing a different voice behind him. About to counter attack the new enemy, a powerful blow hit the back side of his right leg, as if hit by a leaded pipe. The excessive pain made him lose the grip to his gun as it fell to the floor. He bent down on one knee losing balance as if a painful shockwave ran throughout his body to disconnect the brain patterns to move his body willingly.

An arm grabbed around his neck and grippingly started to suffocate him. He was unable to breathe from the tremendous strain around his windpipes as if strangled by a rope. He tried to struggle out of the grip but it was too tight as the person already had his other arm behind his back making his effort futile to resist. Black and red spots started to cloud his vision as he stared at Sarah as if telepathically asking for help. But her calm expression told him she knew the person who was chocking him as she did nothing to stop it.

Soon his vision blurred as all he saw was darkness.

Cameron let go of Nathan's neck as his body fell to the ground unconscious.

"He'll live." Cameron said.

"I'm surprised you didn't kill him." Sarah said feeling sorry for the guard.

"Seen told me not too." Cameron walked towards the steel door.

Sarah curiously looked at the machine and followed her.

"You listen to Seen but not John or I."

Cameron opened the door. "Because, we've established a gain of trust between one another, something that is rarely common to acquire in our line of work."

Her comment left Sarah baffled of what established trust was that. Maybe she needed to have a talk with Seen after all about the machines, especially with this one in front of her that was exceptionally well at lying.

Stepping into the security room, chips and a soda bottle caught the interest of the two females.

"The guard probably went to the bathroom." Sarah said and wasted no time in completing her objective.

She took out the device Seen had given to her from inside her purse. Cameron assisted her and quickly glanced at the four large mainframes within the room. Right away her scanners signaled the last one on the right was the clear indication the central mainframe that connected to the rest. She walked over to it and took off the heavy panel in front of it that would take three men to pry open. Quickly, she unhooked four color coded wires that she memorized from Seen's blueprints that were drawn before the mission begun.

Keeping an eye out for the guard, Sarah gave the device to Cameron as she connected it to the color coded wires. It was set as the device became activated with a lit red light and then dimmed out a second later.

Sarah looked at it oddly. "Wait, is it supposed to do that?"

"Yes." Cameron answered and placed the heavy panel back onto the mainframe. "It's done. We should leave before we're compromised."

"Let's go." Sarah took the lead and headed out of the basement level, the same way she entered.

One security guard walked down the basement hallway and came to the main security steel door. He punched a seven digit number on the keypad and opened the door. Leisurely, he plopped onto the chair like a couch potato, and began eating his chips, bored in watching the party on the cameras.

"Mark."

The security guard heard his name called on the Walkie-Talkie placed near the keyboards. Irritated and annoyed by the call he reached for the communicating device.

"Yes Tod."

"Tell Nathan to check camera 23. It hasn't rotated for the past five minutes." Tod explained as he was looking at the camera strangely.

"Nathan's not even here." Mark responded.

"What are you talking about? He went down four minutes ago."

"Well he's not here," Mark observed the empty room to justify his answer. "I'm telling you."

This became bizarre as he saw his partner go down the stairway. Staring back and fourth between the stairs and then at the camera, it was suspicious even for a malfunctioning camera.

"Mark…rewind the tape on camera 23 five minutes before."

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions just do it." Tod hastily instructed.

"Fine, fine," Mark followed his orders as he was becoming a pest. "Tod I don't see anything. Nathan didn't even come down the steps in the past five minutes."

Something curious caught Mark's attention. "Wait, this is weird. Where's your location now?"

"I'm looking right at camera 23 and I've been standing here for the past five minutes."

"I don't see you at all on the tape. What the hell?" Mark became confused.

"Oh shit," Tod already knew what was happening before his eyes. In his years of training with the Russian forces, this shared a resemblance to an attack.

"All teams, all teams we have intruders inside the building. Alpha team check third floor, Bravo check second, Delta check basement level and Echo check the perimeter. Keep your actions in a discrete manner as possible. We can not afford a panic." Todd instructed.

All the guards were on alert from the intruder alert as they began to scramble.

Secretly watching the entire event unfolding, John saw this from his position. It was odd how the toy soldiers started to become animated. This could mean one thing. They were compromised.

"You guys have company. The entire security team in the presentation room is coming towards your location. You need to get out of there now." John said in a low voice.

It was time to move on his part as John stood up from his chair. The presentation was almost over as John made his way out of the outside ale heading to his specific location, hoping his mother and Cameron was there for him to extract.

Feeling a tingling sensation in her stomach, this meant danger was occurring. She knew this feeling as if breathing air. In a low key gesture, Dealer glanced behind her watching the guards move away from their positions. Shaking distributed her thoughts as she glanced at her trembling hand. She knew this feeling and quickly searched the room, desperately to pinpoint why her body was feeling this sensation. Then her eyes focused in the back room watching a teenage boy leave the presentation room.

"It can't be." She whispered in sudden shock.

She stood up and left her seat, already positioned at the end of the row, and walked towards the outside room in a haste manner.

The audience began to clap as Brian was done with the presentation. Weaver smiled at Brian impressed in her employee's effort. However, her focus was abruptly pointed elsewhere as she saw Dealer leave the room in a hurry. From this strange behavior, trouble was happening in her home. Although this sudden situation caught her interest, however, keeping the guest calm became her top priority.

To keep the guest attention towards her, she took the stage by stalling time for whatever the manner was happening in her home. If people saw her security guards scrambling like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off, this could cause a panic. She would have to speak with Dealer in debriefing her on the situation later.

Escaping the massive estate became complicated for the team once their position became compromised. The guards started to fill the hallways as Sarah saw two coming into her direction. She pulled her head back around a corner, gave Cameron a hand gesture and patiently waited for the collision course with one another.

Desperately trying to find the intruders, the two guards came around a corner but Sarah was prepared and caught both men by surprised. She quickly elbowed one guard closer to her position in the chest in a surprised attack. She used her heel shoe and jabbed it into his leg as the guard went down on knee in pain. She grabbed his suit jacket and brutally threw his body towards the wall, head first, knocking him unconscious.

Shellshock in watching his partner be manhandled by a woman less his size; his blind spot was unprotected. A shadow figure went passed his vision on the left, as if in a blur, as he finally caught the glimpse of the emotionless machine. Cameron impassively stared at dismayed guard.

In his defense reacting on instinct, the guard threw a striking punch. With little effort, Cameron caught his fist with her bare hand and held a firm grip as the guard tried to retract his arm from her grasp. Like breaking a twig, she pushed his fist upward, as the guard screamed in pain from his broken wrist. To silence the man quickly, Cameron elbow struck the man in the face, as if punched by an over two hundred pound boxer. The guard's body fell to the floor, unconscious.

"We need to hurry quickly." Cameron suggested as the situation was starting to escalate.

"Seen is the escape route clear?" Sarah asked over the com-link.

The com-links were accompanied by silence.

"Seen is the escape route clear?!"

The com-link remained silent as she heard nothing from both Resistance Fighters.

"Dam it Kid. What the hell are you doing?!" Sarah whispered in frustration.

A police officer stepped out of his car, closed the door and walked over to the white van. He examined the LADWP vehicle on the side of the road and directed his vision up at the telephone pole, and then guided back down by the wires connected to the top of the van. At this time of night he wanted to make sure everything was operating correctly conscious of Weaver's party a few miles ahead.

"How can I help you officer?"

Startled, the police officer turned around and saw Derek blithe smile.

"I was just doing a routine check and wanted to make sure everything was fine. Is something wrong with the wires?" The officer asked studying Derek's behavior meticulously.

"One of our customers been experiencing drop connections and were figuring out if it's the lines or not." Derek explained keeping his calm composure to not raise suspicion that they were false LADWP employees.

The officer looked at Derek skeptically. "This late at night?"

"Doesn't matter what time it is. Our customers' satisfaction comes first. Even if we have to sacrifice our own sleep." Derek said sarcastically.

The cop chuckled understanding his demanding profession just like his.

Immediately on alert, a noise was heard inside the van as the cop suspiciously glanced at Derek.

"Are you alone Sir?"

Derek cursed to himself as he told the girl to stay silent.

"Yes. You want to check my papers because I have them in order if theirs any problem." Derek said to delude the officer's fourth going action to inspect the van.

The police officer heard another noise as it was louder. He placed his hand on his gun holster located on his waist and cautiously walked closer to the van.

"Are you sure you're alone?" The officer asked again inching closer to the vehicle.

Derek placed his hand on his gun behind his back, ready to pull the trigger to successfully complete the mission at any coast.

"Yes I am." Derek said again with a look to kill expressed on his face.

The back doors opened as Seen jumped out of the van in a gleeful manner.

"Hey dad my clan just won a clan battle on Halo 3!" Seen excitingly smiled as her acting skills kicked in. Right away her smile disappeared as she saw the police officer and looked at Derek flummoxed.

"Dad is something wrong?"

The police officer glanced into the van as an Xbox console and a game running on the computer screens, made the teenager's story plausible.

"Is this your daughter?" The police officer asked placing his hand down that it was a false arm.

From the age of the girl, the LADWP worker looked too young to have a teenage daughter. However, in this day in age, having a baby can vary in the younger generation compared from his time, the officer thought.

Derek placed his hand down at his side as he was going to run with Seen's story.

"We're not busted are we? I know you told me to stay in the van because I'm not supposed to be here…I'm sorry officer, I don't want my father to get fired for me being here. He didn't want to leave me alone in the house tonight." Seen pleaded as if concerned.

She hoped his eyes were focused entirely on her and disinterested from the technical equipment inside the van. She cleaned it up as much as she could but if the officer noticed too much then they would have to end his life, something she was trying to avoid.

Derek glanced at the cop as her story was convincing him. "I'm sorry about this. I'm all my daughter has and we live in a not so good neighborhood. I figured I would do this job real quick and get her back home before eleven. I'm really sorry again about lying…"

The police officer started to relax and smiled at the father and daughter duo.

"It's okay. I'm a single parent myself so I know how it is, especially raising a daughter."

Derek smiled jubilantly. "Thank you."

"Well if the LADWP is on the job, then I'll leave the situation in your hands. You guys have a nice day." The police officer said.

"You too officer." Derek and Seen said in unison.

The officer went back into his car and drove down the street towards Weaver's estate.

It was a pause between the false father and daughter team as Derek smirked how the situation turned out. It was a close call in his book.

"Nice lie."

"It comes in handy." Seen said and hustled back into the van. She quickly changed the monitor as guards were scrambling inside Weaver's estate on each floor. "I guess our time is up."

Derek saw the commotion on the screen. "We need to get out of here fast before that cop turns back around."

Walking in a brisk pace, looking left and right, Dealer eagerly wanted to find the young boy that left her sight. She paused as she saw the teenager making his way down the main hallway. Without hesitating she followed behind him. Familiar images flashed through her mind to substantiate her suspicions, it was him.

John Connor, the human savior of all mankind.

Dealer went inside her purse and pulled out a Czech CZ 75. her personalized handgun equipped to her grip alone.

John turned the corner and walked out the main entrance door. Dealer hastily followed to make sure her target would not elude her. Thoughts ran through her mind. Of all the people to attend her party she thought it would be the engineer and yet he was here.

What was truly going on? She asked herself. Or perhaps the engineer was already inside the building. Either way, she needed collateral incase the girl decided to play the suicidal game. Resistance Fighters were known for foolish actions such as going kamikaze on a mission.

When she came to the main entrance she walked outside the estate coming into the driveway. Dealer cautiously scanned the perimeter. The teenage boy that was in her sight previously was now gone as if he was a ghost. She cursed under her breathe. Was the image of John Connor just an illusion? Whatever she saw, it would have to wait as she had other important manners to address.

John pulled up the jeep around the back of the house as he saw his mother and his protector come out one of the side exits to Weaver's estate. They hurried into the car as Weaver still had guards patrolled outside the house. Without wasting a second, both females step into the vehicle, as John hastily drove down a pathway that lead to the main driveway and merged onto the main road.

What she needed to take down Skynet was already being processed through the computer system from the device they implanted into Weaver's mainframe hardlines. On the main computer screen, an algorithm code was processing through Weaver's files at a rapid pace, decrypting the thousands of files individually.

Seen was pleased from the results from the device, as five hundred files were already done in less then two hours since they came back from their mission. Her main plan was starting to manifest, as all she had to do was keep the actual monster protecting Skynet at bay and then she will have all of them in checkmate.

This started to make her enthusiastic about her plans. However, she had to keep her composure in front of the team. She did not want to get their hopes up. They had to stick with the course of taking down Skynet one mission at a time or Judgment day will still be on schedule if she over analyzed anything.

"Keep working on it…and thank you." Seen said.

She trotted up the basement steps, completely exhausted from the long strenuous three days.

Preparing herself for bed, Seen spit water into the bathroom sink and smiled brightly into the mirror admiring her white teeth. One thing humans tried their best in the future was to keep their teeth in good condition as long as possible. She has seen when people neglected them and had to resort in the barbaric way by pulling a tooth out with their bare hands. Without any anesthesia, it was a painful experience, an experience she would like to live without. In combat, no matter how dirty and grimy the battlefield was a small amount of baking soda and her toothbrush was always carried with her.

Placing her toothbrush in a toothbrush holder, she walked out of the bathroom. It was almost one' clock in the morning as everybody was finally winding down for the night.

Coming from the bathroom, Seen saw John heading in her direction with a towel lying on his shoulder. After coming from the mission, she noticed John acted different. He held his head higher then normally. Was it the fact the mission was a success or was it that he contributed to the team knowing how his mother felt about him participating in any missions?

To her, a successful mission was nothing. However, she remembered that exciting feeling of others depending on her skills on a mission in the future.

"Hey." John said walking past her with a quirk smile.

"Hey." Seen responded.

Her movements halted before entering into her room. She remembered a phrase her friend use to tell her and it was a good time to express it towards John while he was in an overwrought mood.

"John."

He stopped and looked at her.

"…Nice job."

John became surprised by her words as she smirked and went into her room, closing the door behind her.

Repeated her words again, it was the first time somebody said that to him. It was not in killing a machine or killing somebody in this case at all, but congratulating him on completing a mission, a successful mission at that. Unsure what this sudden feeling was, but all he knew it felt self-satisfying.

"Nice job." He mumbled and smiled going into the bathroom. He wanted to tell Seen 'thank you', but the half smile on her face concluded that she already knew.

Rubbing her eyes, all Seen saw was the bed and climbed into it. All she needed was a good four hour sleep and she would be ready to rock and roll in the morning. She pulled the covers over her head and lied on the soft pillow. It was perfect.

However, that supposedly peaceful sleep had to wait as something in her room disturbed that process from happening.

"What is it?" Seen asked calmly, eyes focused on the flower painted pink wallpaper in the darken room. Luckily for her the darkness unaffected her vision as she became use to it in the future.

Stepping out of the shadow concealed mostly by the darkness in a corner of the room, Cameron vision was focused on her friend. Her clothing have changed as she wore her normal patrol outfit she would wear to protect the house. Her emotionless gaze glaring at Seen one would think it was her expressing anger, unfortunately one would not know with Cameron.

"Did you know?" Cameron asked.

"Know what?"

"That she was going to be there. Did you accept Derek's mission knowing it was going to be a failure to have an excuse to not go on this mission?"

"What are you implying? That I'm a coward…from her?"

Cameron acknowledged the change of voice pitch when Seen used Dealer in a reference as her, as if feeling odium for the woman. Though she wanted to avoid any heated confrontation with Seen, but when it affected her primary mission it was something that needed to be addressed.

"John could have been killed," Cameron stated. "She's different then the others. She could have recognized him."

"But she didn't or we wouldn't be having this conversation." Seen said as she finally moved sat vertical on the bed. She stared at her metal friend, annoyed by her statement.

"John says sometimes it's okay to be afraid…"

"…Well John's not here." Seen quickly cutting her off, becoming irritated the more this conversation continued.

"Being afraid conflicts with your judgment on the battlefield," Seen continued. "My head was clear the entire time before this mission began. If I was afraid, I would have pulled a suicidal stunt like Sarah and John before we stopped them. When I construct a mission I make sure I minimize innocent lives in the crossfire and the life of my entire team. If I went on the mission I would have jeopardize us all. That woman doesn't care where she's at. She would have pulled the trigger and killed me in plain site at the party."

Seen paused as she had to calm herself. Her frustration level was rising as she started to become uncomfortable arguing with Cameron. She rarely argued with her as they were almost on the same page when it came to completing missions.

"Look Cameron," Seen's voice became steady. "My head must be clear to play this chess game with Skynet or they win. John may not want to accept his fate, but he have to learn and fight Skynet or he's dead. We're not going to be here forever Cameron. Resistance Fighters don't last that long,"

Cameron sensed the despondency in her voice and knew Seen was referring this to the person she cared about in the future that was killed in battle because of her.

"My clock is ticking…and sooner or later it's going to stop. When that happens, future John and the others that entrusted this mission to me…can live and Judgment Day will never happen."

Seen eyes focused on the floor unable to hold back the horrible memories from her life. She glanced at Cameron seeing her friend's usual blink gaze as if confused like a lost puppy. Seen was unsure if the information she was telling her was being processed to her chip to understand her emotions. However, if she went into detail it would take all night to explain the meaning behind her words to Cameron.

"Look," said Seen wearily. "I haven't slept in forty eight hours and I have a headache. We'll figure out our next plan in the morning against Skynet. If it makes you happy, we can argue some more if you prefer it. But…I just want to get some sleep. Please."

Cameron processed the entire conversation as the sleep Seen was requesting; her pupils were an indication of sleep deprivation. Sleep was an important factor for humans to require the sufficient amount to function properly, she thought.

Without saying a word, Cameron followed Seen's orders and decided to leave the conversation to a draw between them both. The topic will come up again in the future but guilt started to express on Seen's face as this was unintentional from what Cameron originally had in mind.

Unlike the others on the team that only saw the facade her friend shown, Cameron knew Seen was still grieving over the lost of her friends. Her stolen appearance in which she resembled was hard enough to look at everyday. Sometimes Cameron wondered did she loathe her for taking her best friend away, done by her own hands.

Cameron placed her hand on the door about to walk out but paused.

"Now I understand why Skynet wants to kill you. You're just like John and that makes you equally as dangerous as him."

Seen surprisingly stared at Cameron by that comparison.

"For that you can become Skynet's Trojan Horse towards humans if captured, considering your situation. The fate you already decided for yourself may not be the best for others." Cameron said as she closed the door behind her leaving Seen alone to acquire the sleep she asked for.

Her eyes glanced back towards the floor playing Cameron's conversation over in her mind again. Seen understood what her metal friend was saying, but her past life made her want to forget. She did not have the heart to tell Cameron what her original plan was as she knew she would intervene. However, her enemies were closing in as this house was going to have a bullseye on it as big as LA County. She could only hold them at bay for so long until one of them in the house makes a mistake for all hell to break loose.

Seen laid back into bed, pulling the covers over her shoulder again and stared at the flower painted wallpaper again.

"Skynet's Trojan Horse…humph," Seen smirked at that idea. "You're very funny Cameron."