The heads up screen display zoomed in on the two guards walking near the area. At first the order to terminate flashed on the display. The order, however, was quickly overridden. Human life was too precious to just kill like that. Mr. Ellison had taken the time to show him that. Besides, he had the strangest feeling that John Connor would not like it if these humans were to be killed. He wasn't sure why that bothered him so much, but it did. for now, he wouldn't do anything that would harm these humans.

Instead, the cyborg's attention moved towards the field in-between him and the two soldiers. At first glance, he couldn't see anything. It was a field that was filled with the remains of a cabin and the once beautiful forest. Switching his vision system, the cyborg could make out where the Resistance had buried mines into the ground. This wasn't something that Machines could normally do. These mines would be very effective against the ground and shock troops of Skynet, but not against him. He was different. He wasn't some puppet being controlled by strings. Besides there was something in his head. An advanced technology that he didn't have before. Something new.

Stepping out of the bushes, the AI began walking through the minefield on the path that gave him the greatest chance of reaching the guards before they spotted him and shot him. The path was not an easy one. It required him to almost dance though the field. It shocked him how gracefully he found himself to be. In the dusty basement he had never thought to learn how to dance. Sure he had seen files and video chips on it, but he never paid much attention to it. Where could he have picked it up?

It didn't truly matter. He was designed to learn. Mrs. Weever had made sure of that. He also had a set of rules, a code to live by. Mr. Ellison had seen to that. Thanks to both of them, there was very little he was incapable of learning. Human emotions, for example, seemed to be beyond his ability to fully grasp. And yet, somewhere, looking deep within his chip, he almost feel those emotions. It was strange to him.

"Gentlemen." He said loud enough to gain their attention. He was quick to change his vision sensors as two bright flashlights pointed in his direction. "Please, gentlemen. There is no call for that. I am here looking for someone. An old friend of mine."

The guards were not listening. They were simply shouting about how the parameter had been breached. The AI could only assume they were using some sort of direct communication that he couldn't hack. Maybe a hardline or a secure radio wave.

"If you could use your radio to simply check and see if my friend is here, I would greatly appreciate it."

"Medal!" The guard shouted.

Looking from one guard to another, the AI finally held his hands in the air and slowly got down on his knees, something he had picked up from one of the police shows he had watched in his spare time.

"Please, I am looking for my friend. Is Savannah Weever here? Or perhaps Mr. James Ellison? Maybe even the Connors? If any of them are here, could you please tell them John Henry is here? I wish to speak with them."