Sarah had no luck in finding Martin. She had spent six hours and two tanks of gas driving up and down the street of his neighborhood, his parents neighborhood, and every neighborhood within a four mile radius of the apartment. The soldier must had found someplace to hide.
It was dark as Sarah pulled off to the side of the road. On her left was an old motel that looked like it was about to be condemned. That would at least give her a bed for the night. Taking a long, deep breath, Sarah pulled out her cell and called Ellison. The phone rang twice before he answered.
"Hello."
Sarah quickly punched the code into her phone before answering, "Ellison, it is Sarah."
She listened as the code beeped back at her before the man's voice answered her.
"Did you have any luck with the boy?"
"No, he must have clocked me when I was watching his place. As soon as I approached him, Martin took off running."
'I see. Well, what is our next move?"
Sarah gave a frustrated sigh. "I'll talk with his parents tomorrow. Maybe they will know where he has gone. If not, I'll come back tomorrow night and we'll have to figure something else out."
"Savannah is missing you right now."
"Really?"
"She is missing a lot of people right now. Found her crying earlier today. She wants her mother and John Henry back."
"Not a lot of control we have over that right now. I'll talk with her tomorrow. I'm not sure if I can help comfort her any, but I'll try."
"Right. See you tomorrow."
The call ended. Sarah sat her phone down in the cup holder and closed her eyes. Today had not gone how she would have liked it to have gone. Thinks felt like they were spiraling further out of her control. At least when John was here, things made sense to her. Now, she was struggling to even see a point. Things were just falling apart.
Sarah felt her hand twitch slightly. There was something or someone moving outside the left side of the truck. In a matter of a microsecond, Sarah's muscle memory took over and she pulled her Glock out of its holster and the safety was switched off. She pointed it towards the door at the same time that the door opened and another gun was shoved into her face.
"You have just three seconds to tell me why you were watching me before I vanish and you will never find me again." Martin said, his voice filled with authority.
Sarah looked at the gun and then slowly lowered her own weapon. "You know my son. I need your help. John Connor needs your help."
Martin tilted his head slightly before jumping into the truck and closing the door behind him. He tossed his bag onto the back seat and sat his pistol on his lap.
"Drive. I've got another hunk of metal on my six."
Sarah didn't need to be told twice. She stuck the keys into the ignition and turned the engine over. As the headlights came to life, they illuminated a massive figure standing several yards away. Shifting the truck into gear, she flipped a U and drove away as fast as possible. In the rear mirror, Sarah watched as the terminator started running after the truck.
"Shotgun under the seat." Sarah snapped as the Machine got closer. "Get to work, soldier."
