Sarah sat at the table in her latest safe house. Her eyes were locked on the black box that was the Turk. She and John had spent so much time trying to track down this thing. They had both almost died because of what happened to Cameron when they had tried buy it. Despite all their troubles to find this thing, it had gotten them nowhere closer to stopping Skynet. Now that she had it, Sarah wondered if it was worth all the trouble.
"I sure hope my son can use you." She said softly. "Heaven knows I don't know how you work."
Suddenly the silent alarm began flashing. Someone had come onto the property. Standing, Sarah reached for the shotgun that was propped up against the table . Pumping a round into the chamber, Sarah entered the front room and crossed over to the window. As she pulled the blinds apart—just enough to allow her to see out—Sarah took a deep breath of relief.
Ellison was walking up the sidewalk from the garage. He was holding the hand of Savannah Weaver. The two were talking and laughing about something. Sarah couldn't help but smile. At least these two were safe.
Leaving her shotgun by the door, Sarah punching in the code for the alarm and then undid the three locks on the door. Opening the door, Sarah was met with a hug from little Savannah.
"I told her that her mother was going to be out of the country for a while and we were going to look after her. She seemed very happy to hear that you would be watching her." Ellison said with a chuckle.
Sarah shot him a look of annoyance as she returned the girl's affection. "Come inside, both of you. Savannah, ah, why don't you go watch something on the television while Mr. Ellison and I talk."
"Ok." The little girl released Sarah and walked into the next room where a television could clearly be seen from the door.
Once Ellison had walked passed Sarah, she shut the door and locked it again.
"We are going to need help." She said flatly as she reprogrammed the alarm system. "All of my resources and manpower is gone. Derek is dead and John is gone. You and I are the only ones left to fight Skynet and Kaliba. We need people we can trust and we need them now."
"I know people who can fight. That is not a problem. The problem is finding people who will not think we are crazy. Those kinds of people, I don't know." Ellison took a deep sigh.
Sarah nodded her head. Without thinking, she reached down and picked up her shotgun. she didn't even realize that she had walked back into the kitchen and slumped back into her chair.
If Derek was here, he would know someone. She was sure he had more contacts or at least someone who might believe them. She sighed as she felt the tears building up in the corner of her eyes. She felt so alone. If only Derek and John…
Sarah sat up slightly. It all of the sudden hit Sarah like a ton of bricks. There was an answer. An answer that Derek and John provided almost a year ago. Her lips tweeted into a small smile. There was at least one soldier she could call on.
"Martin Bedell." She said under her breath.
The chair next to Sarah moved and Ellison dropped down into it. He seemed excused. "What was that Sarah? Who is Bedell?"
"He might just be our only hope. In the future, he is one of John's officers. He knows about the Machines. He knows about it all."
Ellison nodded. He glanced to the ground as if in thought before looking back at Sarah. "Alright. Looks like we have no choice here. Where do we find him?"
