There had been a total of five gunshots since the first. The Machine must have been going room to room in search of its prey. The doorknob jiggled slightly. Someone was trying to get in. A second later, the door went flying off its hinges.

The Triple-Eight moved into the room and began his search. Sarah looked at Martin and than nodded her head. Martin flipped the switch on his detonator and the room shook as the sound of an explosion ripped through the air. Sarah felt the the shockwave of the C4 push against the mattress. She was grateful that she had the cover that she did.

Looking around the mattress, Sarah waited for the smoke and dust to settle. She let out a cuss as she realized that the C4 had not had the impact that they wanted. The whole left side of the terminator was stripped of flesh. The exoskeleton seemed to be in tact as it stepped forward. The only real visible effect that Sarah could see was a limp as it moved. Sarah moved just in time as two slugs smashed into the wall where her head was only seconds before. She raised her shotgun and exposed herself only long enough to place two rounds into the Machine.

Martin was quickly diving in and out of cover to place his own blasts. Between the two shotguns, they were able to push the terminator back a bit. The remnants of flesh were quickly shredded away so that only the medal skeleton. Despite the damage that it was taking, Sarah didn't want to remain pinned down like this for much longer. She turned her weapon on the windows and pulled the trigger. The glass shattered out into the alleyway. After loading several fresh shells into her shotgun, Sarah jumped out the window. She threw herself against the wall of the motel and then provided cover as Martin dashed to the window and jumped out.

"Head for the road." Sarah said quickly as she reached into her pocket for more shells. "Get to the truck and let's get the hell out of here!"

Martin nodded his head as he stood up and headed towards the road. He made it only a few feet when a dark shadow planted itself between Martin and the road. Sarah swore as she pumped her shotgun and fired in again at the Machine in the room. This new figure was the triple-eight that had been hunting Martin the day Sarah had found him. It must have heard the gunfire and came to investigate. They were trapped between two terminators.

"Damn." Martin shouted as he began firing his own weapon.

Sarah had emptied her shotgun again at the terminator in the room. The Machine was beginning to show major signs of damage now from the constant gunfire it was receiving. The chest plate was dented and breached. The joints at the elbows and shoulders were no longer functioning and the lip has worsened. Sarah drew her Glock and took aim. If she could get off a few good shots, she might be able to nick the chip. If she could do that…

She took a deep breath before she pulled the trigger. Luck must have been on her side as the Medal began powering down and glitching out. Sarah turned and raised her Glock at the triple-eight. She emptied the clip on the Machine but it kept coming. It was almost upon Martin when a burst of machine-gun fire sounded. The terminator began to turn when a second burst sounded and Sarah could see the sparks of the bullets smashing into it's skull. A third burst and the Machine fell to the ground.

Walking down the alleyway was Ellison. He was carrying one of Sarah AR-15s and was loading a new clip into the weapon. Sarah nodded her head to him before she slipped back into the motel room and drew her knife. Slowly, she moved over to the twitching terminator and removed its chip. By the time she crawled back out of the room, Martin had done the same to the other triple-eight.

"Are you alright?" Ellison asked.

Sarah nodded her head.

"The police are going to show up soon. Let's load up our new friends and get out of here. Martin, come give me a hand. Sarah, would you please bring the truck around?"

"Right." Sarah started towards the front of the building. She turned around long enough to say, "James, thank you."

Ellison smiled before he bend down and picked the terminator's legs up. Martin picked up the arms and together they lifted the heavy frame.