A/N: Sorry for the really, really, REALLY long delay. Life and writer's block have struck once again. So here is the third chapter. As this is a work in progress, all reviews are more than welcome, as well as story suggestions of ideas. So please enjoy this latest chapter, and please review!

Day 3

Primary Objective: Locate and Protect John Connor.

Mission Status: In Progress.

The Connor's had a seemingly vast amount of connections to many underworld bosses, or other people who had specialized in areas which would benefit the Connor's and their attempts to prevent Judgment Day and the Future War against the machines. It was in these underworld connections that Cameron had begun her search. And so she had now found herself talking to one of Connor's frequent suppliers of weapons, false ID's and most importantly, information.

The man was old and weathered, and judging from the scans Cameron performed on him, it was unlikely he would live more then 10 to 15 years past his current age, although his situation was not being improved by the massive amount of cigarettes that he smoked. From the pitch black and full ashtray, to the overall smell of tobacco that permeated throughout the warehouse, it was clear that he had been smoking for a long, long time. Humans were odd in that they often participated in many things that they were more than aware would only help to kill them quicker then natural progress. This was a useful fact, and Cameron made sure to make a note of it for future reference. The man, who had addressed himself as John, took a long pull from his cigarette before facing Cameron.

"Just what would a girl like you want with the Conner's?"

"That's my concern."

"So it is." John replied. "Look to be honest no one has heard from either of them for quite some time now."

"Have they been captured by the government?"

The man chuckled. "Unlikely. That Connor woman was the meanest person alive, and if anyone one were to do what they've done and get away from the government, it would be them."

"So what do you think happened to them?" Cameron asked.

"My best guess? They settled down. Stopped pursuing whatever it was that was driving them in the first place." John answered.

"Why would they have done that?"

John sighed as he crushed the cigarette with his foot before replying, "Maybe they came to their senses. Finally figured out that whatever it was they were pursuing just wasn't worth it."

Cameron processed this information, and concluded that was not the case for the Connor's. Their attempts to prevent Judgment Day while ineffective, they were very much worth it. She did not tell this to her informant though.

"Could there be another explanation?"

"Yeah." John replied. "They could be dead."

"Thank you for explaining."

After these underworld connections had failed to provide much information, Cameron decided to pursue her needed answers via other means. At around midnight, Cameron managed to break into a computer store, and silence the alarm. Locating a computer, Cameron then hacked into the FBI database. A quick search for the Connor's through the FBI database provided a rather large profile. It appeared that the Connor's had in fact settled down in West Fork, Nebraska, and that Sarah was even engaged to a man named Charlie Dixon. However it seemed that the Connor's were on the run again, as Charlie Dixon had contacted the police in an attempt to locate the Connor's. He was unsuccessful.

Cameron also discovered the Connor's most recent alias, one that wasn't one the list that John had given her.

Reese.

In hindsight it was a rather obvious choice, considering Sarah Connor's past relationship with John's father, Kyle Reese. It was also mistake. A name like that would have given the Connor's away to anyone who had knowledge of the Connor's past. Perhaps that was why they had left Charlie Dixon behind. Regardless Cameron had a new name to use in her search for John Connor. Cameron left the store with a new objective.

With the recent use of time travel by both sides during the Future War, John Connor had sent back several Resistance fighters to the past to prevent any attempts Skynet may make on the Connor's. Cameron had information on several of these fighters, including names, and locations of safe houses that they had set up.

Cameron had located the closest one in hopes of acquiring guns, and money to help in her mission. As soon as she arrived her sensors detected a large amount of gun powder in the air. The Terminator found that someone else had beaten her to the place. The walls were smashed in and covered in human blood. On the floor of the safe house, were three human male bodies. As Cameron leaned in to inspect and search one of the bodies, the man gave a weak cry, and grasped at Cameron's shirt.

"Ahh… Damn Triple 8 got us… Got us by surprise."

The man gave a loud cough followed by a spray of blood from his mouth.

It didn't take the advanced senses of a Terminator cyborg to know that he was dying.

"You should rest. Conserve your strength."

"No." The man replied. "No time. He didn't get all of us though. Didn't get Reese."

The man moaned and turned slightly on his side to let a rivet of blood drain from his mouth, before turning to face Cameron. He stared up at her with slightly clouded eyes.

"You're so beautiful. It's nice to… See such a beautiful, human face."

The irony was not lost on Cameron. But for some reason she refrained from telling him the truth. It wouldn't seem… Right somehow.

The man regarded the female Terminator, with sad eyes as the live drained out of his body alongside his blood.

Cameron checked the other bodies but they were all dead. The Terminator who had raided the place had taken everything. Cameron regarded the bodies for a moment, before leaving the room.

It was clear that Cameron was not the only new arrival in the past. Skynet was active here as well. And it would be looking for the Connor's as well.

It was time to pick up the pace.