Sarah hung up the phone and sat it down on the bed. Ellison now had the instructions that she needed to get to John. If she doesn't survive this, someone else knows what Sarah wanted to happen. A rattle on the doorknob announced that someone was trying to get in. Sarah reached under her pillow and pulled out her Glock. Switching the safety off, she leveled it at the door and waited. The lock clicked and the door swung opened. Martin, unfazed by the firearm that was pointed at him, entered the room and closed the door.

"Good news," He said as he sad down on a nearby chair, "is that we have lost the Medal for now. Bad news is that we are screwed if it finds us here."

"Did you get the C4 from the truck?"

Martin held up a bag in response.

"Good. Let's get it ready to go. My bet is it won't take it long to track us down. If it sees the truck, it will figure out where we are. For now, all we can do is try to make sure we have the upper hand when it comes."

There wasn't much of the Compound 4. It was enough to blow a door off its hinges if needed. Sarah doubted that it would be enough to stop a terminator but it might be enough to slow it down. Martin spent a few hours setting the C4 around the floor in front of the door. With any luck, it would take a leg off the Machine. Worst case scenario, the terminator found itself with a fairly busted leg.

Sarah pulled the mattresses off the two beds and moved them under the small window that was almost directly across the room from the door. This would be their barricade and escape route when the time came. Once she was satisfied with the placement of the two mattresses, she began moving anything that the terminator might use as a weapon away from the door.

All that was left to do was wait and see when the terminator would come. Sarah sat quietly on a chair as she loaded both shotguns and placed ammo in easy to reach places. They were going to need to be quick when the fighting started. Martin had stretched out on the floor for a light nap. He had been showing signs of fatigue for hours and Sarah had finally ordered him to rest. As much as she was tired too, her sleep would have to wait.

Nearby a gunshot sounded. martin jumped at the noise and drew his own pistol in response. Sarah cocked both shotguns and stood up, her eyes never leaving the door. The Machine had finally tracked them down. The battle was about to begin.