Throbbing pain welcomed Sarah back to reality. She moved to rub her head only to find handcuffs binding her wrists. Opening her eyes, Sarah sat up and looked around. She was sitting in a dimly lit, cold room. There was a single light fixture swinging above that had a bulb that looked like it was about to burn out at any second.
"Good, your awake." Martin said softly.
Sarah glanced around to see Martin sitting next to her. He was holding a rag over his abdomen. The rag was already a deep color of red. He coughed softly and moaned. Squeezing his eyes shut, he leaned back against the wall.
"Your shot!" Sarah reached out and pressed against the rag against his wound. "What happened? I remember being hit and then everything went black."
"Damn T-888. When I came to help—" He coughed again. "It shot me. Must have had orders to bring us in alive. It got in a lucky shot. The slug found its way under my body armor."
"Did you at least see where we are at? How many are guarding us?"
"Don't know how many." Martin said shaking his head. "All I really know is that we are deeper into this labyrinth then we were suppose to be. My guess is that Skynet isn't far away."
"It isn't."
Sarah looked towards the new voice. The man was dressed in a dark suit and had his hair combed back. He looked different now in this get up. More powerful, more authoritative. He was the man that she and Martin had found in the bathroom. Mikey.
"Mikey." Sarah snarled.
"Yes." He grabbed a chair and brought it over next to them. "You will have to forgive my deception earlier. I'm the…head of security around here. My boss wants to know a few things. It is my job to get it from you." He turned and gave a whistle. Sarah watched as a T-888 walked in. "Normally, I would pull some fingernails, beat you, and threaten to kill you until you sang the tune that I wanted. My boss seems to think you would resist my way better than most. He says the best way to get you to talk is though your one weakness: the people that you love. Normally I would like to use your son as an incentive to talk. As we don't have him yet, we will make due with what we got."
The T-888 advanced and grasped Martin by the front of his body armor. It raised him up until his feet were dangling off the ground. The soldier groaned slightly in pain.
"I will give you two options, Connor." Mikey said as he sat forward. "You can either tell me what I want to know or this."
Sarah watched helplessly as the terminator shoved a finger into the bleeding bullet wound. Martin screamed out in pain as he tried to find a way to free himself.
