It had taken a few days for Sarah and Ellison to track down Martin's location. He had graduated from the P. Alto Military Academy last fall. Thankfully, Ellison still had people in the FBI who owed him some favors. The military cadet had rented out an apartment near his parents' home in Los Angeles.

Ellison had stayed at the safe house to watch over little Savannah. Sarah, two days ago, had driven up to the address provided for Martin's apartment and simply had waited. In those two days, she had not seen him come or go once. She was beginning to wonder if Ellison's source was reliable.

Sarah sat in Derek's old truck. The window was rolled down and she closed her eyes and let out a relaxing sigh as the wind filled the cabin of the truck. If felt nice to have the wind blowing through her hair. It reminded her of the old days, less stressful days, before Kyle and the terminators had found her. It reminded her of carefree days on the beach with her mother. A time of peace. A time she sometimes wished had never gone away.

In the distance, the sound of a door being closed brought Sarah back to the mission at hand. She opened her eyes and blinked as the sun stung them. As they adjusted, Sarah could make out a young man locking the door of the apartment.

He was a lean kid, the body of a runner. His brown hair was cut with a classic Airborne cut. It looked like he was about to go for a run based on his manner of dress. A pair of shorts and a green tank top. This had to be Martin Bedell.

Sarah slowly climbed out of the truck and began making her way across the street. Martin turned around the same time that she had reached the corner of the building. He took one look at her before he took of running away from her.

"Martin Bedell!" Sarah ran a few block after him. "Wait, I just need to talk with you! Bedell! We need you."

The soldier didn't even look back. Sarah ran a few blocks after him but he was much faster than she was. Slowing herself to a stop, Sarah gave a shout of frustration. Her only hope of fighting Skynet had just rabbited. He was too smart to come back to the apartment anytime soon. She would now have to search for him the old fashion way.

Angrily, Sarah marched back to the truck and started it up. Turning the truck towards the direction Martin had run off, Sarah pulled back into the traffic to begin what she feared would be a long search.