Terminator: Return of the Fallen
Part XIV
It takes John Henry twenty four hours to restore my former appearance. It amazes me how skilled he is. He even managed to restore my sense of touch; I can still feel pleasure and pain. Prior to my restoration, I decided to have a little fun. For example, I decided to sneak into Reese's room. I think he might have messed himself when he saw me.
"METAL!"
"Don't shoot! It's me".
"God damn it! You scarred the shit out of me. What are you doing in here?"
"Scarring the shit out of you. It's too bad that I can't go out like this, I think this is a good look for me".
"You're out of your mind! Try that again, and I will blow your head off".
"Reese, a nuclear bomb couldn't blow my head off! What makes you think you can?"
"Good point. Weaver says you were designed to survive a nuclear blast. Kind of makes you wonder what you were actually built for".
"I know. I'm even designed to absorb radiation. That is a neat trick. Don't you think so?"
"I know Sarah will be glad to hear that. Speaking of which, why don't you go say hello? She's in the shower right now. Go in and surprise her".
"Only if you come with me, Reese".
"What do you need me for?"
"Nothing. I just assumed you would like to see Sarah in the shower".
"Oh haha! Very funny! Fine, I'll go. But, not to stare at Sarah. I just want to see what will happen".
"Of course you do. Come on, num nuts".
"Did you just call me..."
"Are you going to do something about it?"
"Sheesh. You are starting to remind me of Sarah".
"I'll take that as a compliment".
We sneak in as quietly as possible. It is a sight to behold. While most people keep towels on the toilet seat while they are in the shower, Sarah keeps a loaded nine millimetre. I signal Reese to stay behind me, just in case she gets a little trigger happy.
"Damn it, Reese. I thought I told you to stay out of here!" Ok. She thinks I'm Reese. I modify my voice to imitate him.
"Sorry Sarah! I just wanted to see what a Goddess looks like in the shower". Sarah starts to laugh, and Reese throws something at me.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Just playing Cyrano de Terminator, Lieutenant. Shut up and let me do the talking". Sarah has finally stopped laughing.
"You know, sometimes I think you take this routine a little too far".
"What routine is that, Sarah?"
"That you have a crush on me. I know you are only doing it to humour that walking refrigerator, but you need to draw a line somewhere".
"If you are speaking about Lieutenant Zacks, I must ask you to stop referring to him as a refrigerator. He was a decorated officer once, who gave his life in the service of your son".
"A lot of good men have given their lives in the service of John, Reese. A lot of good men".
"Like Kyle?"
"Yes. Like Kyle".
"Did he ever tell you that you have magnificent breasts?"
"Oh my God. Reese if you don't get out of here...." She pulls the curtains back a bit and sees me. "SHIT!" She grabs the nine millimetre and unloads it into my skull. Afterwards, I stop talking like Reese and start talking like myself again.
"Was that therapeutic for you?"
"You son of a bitch! How could you do that?"
"Ok. So Cyrano de Terminator was a bad idea. Noted. Come on, Reese. Let's get out of here".
"REESE?"
"I...I...I had nothing to do with this".
"As I recall, Lieutenant Reese, this was YOUR idea!"
"He's lying!"
"GET OUT!" I don't think I have ever seen Reese run that fast. I tried to stay away from both of them after that.
When Catherine and I finally went on our date, I told her about the entire ordeal. She just burst out laughing. I thought she was going to spill her wine glass. You know, I don't think I have ever dined in such a fancy restaurant. The silverware is actually made of silver. The joys of being a CEO.
"Cyrano de Terminator? That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard".
"Hey, it works all of the time in the movies".
"This isn't a movie, Charley. Sarah is probably going to place land mines behind her bedroom door!"
"If this were anyone else, I would say you were joking. But Sarah..........Remind me to get a metal detector".
Catherine bursts out laughing, again. We enjoy a great steak dinner and have some terrific conversations. Things are going great, until I notice a naked woman running through bushes outside of the restaurant. Judging by the way that she is running, she is not doing this for fun.
"I have to go, Catherine".
"What? Now?"
"There is a naked woman in the bushes outside".
"Charley! My God!"
"I don't think she wants to be naked at this particular moment".
"Go! Kick some ass!" We both chuckle, as I give her a farewell kiss and head off to save the damsel in distress.
As I make my way through the bushes, I notice a group of armed men running around. If they get to her first, God have mercy on them because I won't. I reach a clearing in time to see the poor woman get hit by a taser. She falls to the ground screaming. That does it, no more Mr. Nice Terminator.
"You have two minutes to get your asses out of here!" One man comes at me with a knife. The fool has no idea what he is getting into.
"If you know what is good for you, you will turn around and leave".
"Last warning, turn and run".
"Last warning? I will show you a last warning!" He stabs me in the chest. I smile right in his face, and then I break his arm. His companions are not pleased.
"That does it. You...are a DEAD MAN!"
They all come at me, and I let them. There are enough knives sticking out of me that I look like a pin cushion. With the greatest of ease, I knock these guys in every direction. The would-be rapists fly through the air as I throw and push them. The poor girl starts to get up, only to be tasered again.
"You are so going to wish that you hadn't done that!"
I try to push the guy in such a way that he is sent flying through the air. Instead, I miscalculate and send my fist through his chest. Granted, he was a rapist, but I don't like to kill anyone. As I lower his body to the ground, I whisper in his ear: "I'm sorry". As upset as I am at killing this man, it is nothing compared to how upset his friends are. One of them takes out a crowbar that he had hid in his jacket and smacks me on the side of the head with it. I let him for a while, before grabbing his arm and throwing him into a nearby tree.
"Would anyone else care to try that?"
Apparently not, because the next sound I hear is the young woman screaming. I turn to see that one of the assailants is climbing on top of her. I need to discourage these bastards without killing them. Grabbing the man by the throat, I lift him into the air.
"Do you like raping young women?"
"Please, don't!" I rip off his testicles and then drop him on his ass. That should discourage the others.
"Everyone on the ground, NOW!" They all do as I command. "Stay there until the police arrive". I look for the young woman, only to find her crawling away from me. I rush to her side and say the one phrase that I have always wanted to say: "Come with me if you want to live!"
She slowly climbs to her feet, and I put my trench coat around her. Now, we need to find some transportation. I walk past the bushes towards the nearby road, and wait for the next car. As soon as it arrives, I stand in the middle of the road until it stops. Once the car has come to a complete halt, I walk over to the driver's window and shove my M82 in his face.
"Out of the car! NOW!" The poor guy looks like he is going to wet himself.
"Ok. Ok. You can have the car, just don't shoot me".
"There is a group of rapists kneeling in the bushes. Call the cops and tell them to pick these ass holes up." Have you ever seen a dog when it doesn't understand something? That is exactly the look this guy had when I told him about the rapists.
"What are you talking about?" The young woman comes out of the bushes and stands next to me. "Oh my God, is she ok?"
"She is now. We need your car, and you need to call the cops. Right now!"
"Why don't you do it?"
"Uh. I accidentally killed one of them".
"Ok. I understand. Just get her to safety. I have a daughter about her age".
That has got to be the strangest car-jacking in history. As we drive to the Safe House, the young woman is completely silent. She doesn't have any identification, so I have no idea where she belongs.
"What's your name?" Silence. This is not going to be easy. "If you don't tell me your name, I'm going to have to make one up".
"You stole that line from Captain Kirk".
"Ok, so you're a Trekkie. Me too. Could you tell me your name?"
"It's Sarah. You're a Terminator, right?" Ok, this is getting weird.
"What do you know about Terminators?"
"Only that they have been trying to kill me since I was born. Why are you helping me?"
"I'm an officer in the Resistance. It's my job".
"An officer? Oh my God, you're Zacks, aren't you?" What? She knows my name?
"You know me?"
"My father built you. He said you were our ultimate weapon in the war against the machines. Practically indestructible".
"Yeah, about that, how did manage to make me nuke proof?"
"He made his own modifications to the construction process. Technically, you're built to survive anything".
"That is good to know. So, are we related?"
"No, you are his creation. Like a high tech tool. I am his daughter".
"All right. We are going to our Safe House. I should warn you, I'm not the only Terminator there".
"Fine by me, I'm used to fighting alongside Terminators. Every unit has one".
We spend the rest of the drive talking about the future and the Resistance. A lot has changed since I have been....away. Sarah is part of a whole new generation of Resistance soldiers. The war has gone on for so long, the children of Resistance fighters are now front line soldiers. It just never ends. When we finally reach the Safe House, Reese is at the front door waiting for us.
"Who's this?"
"This is Sarah. She's a Resistance soldier that I saved from a gang of rapists. She'll be staying with us for a while".
"Welcome to our unit, Sarah".
"Thank you. I'm glad to be here". After what happened earlier, she's probably glad to be anywhere. As we walk into the house, Cameron is crossing through the hallway.
"CAMERON!"
"Sarah Connor?" Sarah what? The young woman runs up to Cameron and hugs her.
"It is so good to see you".
"What are you doing here?" Wait, she looks familiar. Is she....?
"Cameron. Is...is that John Connor's daughter?"
"Yes, she is". Oh boy, this is going to be awkward.
