Derek poked his head around the corner. Without looking, he held up two fingers and then pointed to his left. Kyle and Anderson both dropped their extra equipment and crawled in the direction they were told to go. John knelt on the ground and waited to see what he would be assigned to do.

Again, Derek held up two fingers and pointed. Sue and Hatch followed after Kyle. This patterned continued until it was just Alison, Derek and John left. Satisfied with where he had placed the troops, Derek turned his attention to John.

"I still don't think you have been all that truthful with me. Your story doesn't add up. If you shoot us in the back, I swear, I will kill you myself. Understand?"

John nodded.

"Good, I'm going to drop a grenade on top of them. When it goes off, that is the signal. Blow this tin cans to Hell."

Derek handed John a pistol. He accepted the weapon as well as a few extra clips before watching as Derek crawled around the corner. John slowly made his way to the corner and look out. Sure enough, two terminators were moving through the main lobby. The TechCom soldiers were spread out in groups of twos in a flanking pattern. John quickly realized what was going on. It was a very similar tactic that John had been shown many times by a few guys that his mother had dated. They were Vietnam Vets who had learned how to set up ambushes that maximized their firepower.

"This is going to work." John muttered more to himself.

"Derek may be hard headed and angry a lot, but he is a good officer." Alison said softly. "Almost any plan he comes up with will work."

"I know."

"And just how could you know?"

"Because, I know Derek Reese. He may not recognize me, but I know him." Just then the sound of an explosion ripped through the room. "I know he is a good soldier."

John flipped out from his safe corner and took aim. He got off two good shots before the Metals turned and fired at him. Plasma bullets were now being exchanged from all around the room. John, having received a ton of attention from the enemy, had dived behind a desk and was shooting from behind it.

The adrenaline was causing him to breath harder as he dropped an empty clip and shoved another into the side arm. Shaking his head slightly, John stood up and pulled the trigger. His aim was true as the first T-600 dropped. The second was busy firing at Derek to notice his backup was down. John took that opportunity to get closer to the Machine.

"Hey," John called out. The T-600 had cornered Derek and was about to kill him. "Look, at me! John Connor."

The T-600 turned slowly. The last thing it would see was the plasma bolt from Joh's pistol. The combined blast from John and six other TechCom soldiers was enough to fry its system. Both terminators lay in the dust. Both unmoving.

John's eyes never let the two machines as he dropped the empty clip and loaded the final twelve rounds into the weapon. Lowering the side arm, so as to be able to fire at either of them should they move, John walked slowly to their sides. Kneeling down, he began removing their chips. With the chips in hand, John turned to face his uncle.

"Boy, what the hell were you thinking?" Derek said as he took a step towards John. "You could have killed. Hell, I'be seen soldier who trained for years and wouldn't have done what you did. Where did that come from?"

"My mother…my mother trained me from a young boy. She saw the war coming. She taught me to fight."

Derek shook his head and chuckled. "If I ever meet your mother, I will have to explain to her that her crazy boy just saved my life. She did good with raiding her son."

Letting out a laugh, Derek quickly pulled John into an embrace. Shock caused John to freeze. He slowly looked around to see the squad gathering around him. Something, however was very different about them. There was a new light in their eyes. Hope was returning and it showed in their eyes.