CLIFF POINT

Its been two weeks since The Triple Eight Party was put to an end. Now their base is the strongest line of communication The Human Resistance has. Well, till now anyway.

"Anything Carmen?"

"Not here. But I might have seen some movement on the west line. Lets go there." suggested Carmen in a hushed tone.

"Why are we whispering?"

"Just in case."

"We've been through this a hundred times. There are no damn sound sensors."

"Right." he muttered.


"Check dis out, looks like some lock or something, I can't get in."

"Ever heard of using your head?" taunted a voice coming inside the locked door.

"Carmen, we got a problem here, someone or something is on the other side of door. Come here fast!"

"What did it say?"

"It told me ever heard of using your head?"

"I think it meant that you should slam your head into the door." laughed Carmen.

"Seriously I don't like the sound of... hey what are you doing?"

"I'm studying the thickness of the door. I don't think we can punch our way through this one."

"Let me go get the C4 from the van."

"OK, I'll see if I can use a tool from my pack."

"K."


INSIDE THE BUNKER

"Holy..."

"What is it?"

"Come here and look."

"I'm looking, what about it?"

"Its a tunnel."

"Whats so surprising? You've been in tunnels for almost all your life."

"Yeah, but this tunnel is... so clean?"

"O my god..."

"What? Its not normal to see a tunnel this clean."

"Ever heard of, abandoning? Abandoning is another way to say keeping things clean unlike the days before J-Day. People living here probably got slaughtered or forgot where the bunker is."

"Or they are just keeping it clean."

"Whats the big deal? We got plasma rifles, if anyone, if we do at all, we meet are a threat, we can blow em."

"That is true..."

"So get your lazy ass up and get going will ya?"

*Grunting*

"Don't do that."

"Alright MOM."

"Caber I swear..."

*Running*

"I'll kill you?"

*Running*

"Caber get the hell back he..."

"Holy shit..."

"What the hell are you..."

"Mother of..."

*Screaming*

"Help!"

*Door slamming*


CORPAL DEPARTMENT STORE: 2028

"Stand up."

"What do you want?"

"I said STAND UP."

"Alright... but you didn't answer my question."

"I need to ask you questions."

"What...kind of questions?"

"The kind that if you lie about, you die for it."

"That kind of questions. Oh."

"Don't play with me."

"So who are you?"

"Someone that needs answers."

"For?"

"A project."

"What are you? A Terminator? Infiltrator? What are you?"

"I'm a Medic. Highest class. A-47? Heard of it?"

"The Alpha Terminator? You? Since when did you start interrogating people?"

"Since I felt like I wanted to. Now if you don't mind. I'M THE ONE THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE ASKING THE QUESTIONS."

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, jeez."

"Your god will not be here to save you. Or ever has been there, as a matter of fact."

"Uh..."

"Yes?"

"There is a Triple 8 behind you."

"Don't try to trick me. This room is made of liquid poly alloy. I can feel him if he is near by."

"Or a she."

*Awkward Silence*

"Alright sorry."

"Now to begin."

"Lets do this."


2 HOURS LATER...

"Stop! For the love of god! STOP!"

"I don't need the love of god, or... anyone's...l...love?"

"Wait...why did you hesitate when you said anyone's love?"

"No apparent reason..."

"Your lying."

"No I'm not."

"I can hear it in your voice. Whats wrong?"

"I... I don't know."

"Your not here for any project are you? All those questions are just for the say of it."

"Yes... they are not for a new Infiltrator model. I... I need to protect someone."

"One? or thing?"

"One."

"As in human?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"None of you concern."

"Come on, how hard could it be?"

"Allison. Allison Young. My mission is to protect Allison Young..."

"WHOA, Allison Young? Second in command of John Connor? That Allison?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't know. My system just... did it."

"Make it a priority?"

"Yes."

"So I'm guessing you going to start with the real questions now."

"Yes, yes I am."

"What is your name by the way?"

"Arcen... Arcen von Drac Levez."

"No way... your the guy from..."

"Palm dale. Yes, Allison talks about me?

"Before, yeah. She said you told her a secret about the end of the world. When you guys were at her last B-Day."

"At Griffith Park. Yes I remember."

"Wait, how? Isn't you model destroyed after you know? Model your self after it?"

"Yes, but I found loopholes. My human memory was erased before I saw Allison at the Triple 8 Factory John and Allison destroyed."

"One thing is for sure, you had one hell of a mind for a two year old kid."

"Don't judge people for how they look, or their age."

"Or..."

"That is enough."

"So? You going to snap my neck?"

"No, I'm going to let you live. On one condition."

"Yes?"

"Don't even THINK about telling Allison about anything. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Good, and also, good night."

"Wha..."

*Blade cutting rope*

*Dragging and footsteps*

*Door cranks*

*HK activates*

*Take off*