Chapter 1593

It Could Still Work

Bob and Jim watched the two vehicles pass by as they exchanged gunfire. They moved behind the solid concrete walls as they went by.

Derek and Kyle were in the front of the building. They glanced back as the vehicles passed in the alley. They briefly ducked down as the vehicles exchanged gunfire. They spotted a new vehicle leave the suspected Fanatics location.

"I guess the gunfire alerted them." Derek said.

Kyle thought maybe it was time for them to move out.

"I think we may need to follow the three vehicles." Kyle said. "One of the three vehicles is still going to be in the game when everything is finished."

Derek figured it was to deal with any survivors. There wouldn't be any. Not for long anyway.

Summer was ready to act.

"If the team leaves the building they're in, the Fanatics building will receive a gravity missile strike." Summer said.

John Henry understood the danger the Fanatics presented.

"Maybe we should wait for John." John Henry said. "He may come soon."

Summer smiled to herself. She knew where John was.

"The General is busy." Summer said.

John Henry was more than worried about the escalation.

Bob and Jim were ready to move out. Kyle and Derek were in agreement. They told John Henry of their plans.

John Henry informed them once they left the building they were in, the building across the street with the Fanatics was going to be destroyed.

None of the team was worried about it. They knew they wouldn't be able to get much information out of a Fanatic anyway. They either took poison, or blew themselves up.

They hurried to join the chase.

Bob got behind the wheel of the SUV. Kyle and Derek got in the back. Jim opened the roll up door. Bob drove out. Jim pulled down the door and got into the SUV. They were thirty three seconds behind the second carload of Fanatics who left the building across the street.

There were two drones over the three target vehicles. One stayed with the team and one prepared for a gravity missile shot.

Summer already asked CamNet to report a 'gas leak' in the area from multiple sources. She gave CamNet the OK to fire the missile with a short burn to get it on target. Gravity took over afterwards and it continued its downward trajectory. The missile would arrive on target without a trail of smoke or any flame. It arrived unannounced and exploded just the same as if it was under power.

Bob and Jim received an update.

"The building the Fanatics were in will explode in four seconds." Bob said.

Jim, Derek, and Kyle looked back. There was an explosion followed by a massive explosion two seconds later. They were two blocks away and their SUV was rocked by the blast.

"I think it confirms they were Fanatics." Jim said.

Derek looked at the fireball which shot up. Explosives seemed to be the Fanatics forte.

"They do go out with a bang." Derek said.

The image from the drone which fired the missile, showed the building was completely destroyed. It was one problem they wouldn't need to deal with. it was clear there were no survivors.

Kyle looked back at his phone. The two drones tracked the van with the Grays and the two cars of Fanatics. What the three vehicles did with each other, would determine what they did.

"We need to worry about these clowns right now." Kyle said.

The van with the Grays continued to take hits. This time they were from the first car with the Fanatics in it.

The two Grays in the back of the van were down.

"Pat and Kevin are finished." The second Gray said.

The first Gray looked in his mirror.

"We have two cars behind us now." The First Gray said. "The new car has taken the lead."

More gunfire raked the van.

The second Gray returned a few shots. He silently slumped over. There was a bloody hole in his forehead.

The first Gray looked at his crew. They were all dead. He wasn't hit as of yet. He needed to dump the van and disappear in a crowd of people.

The Fanatics closed on the van. The second car caught the first car rather quickly and passed it. They could see only the driver was upright. He looked hurt. They could see the man in the passenger's seat was slumped over. He didn't look like he was in good shape. He could no longer return fire.

There were two Fanatics in the second vehicle.

"Jason is hit. It looks like Alfonso is down." The first Fanatic said.

The second Fanatic shot at the van. He saw someone slump over.

"I got one more." The second Fanatic said.

The second car with the wounded Fanatic lost control at the next intersection and hit a power pole. It caught fire and exploded.

The two Fanatics looked back.

"It's the end of the line for Jason and Alfonso." The first Fanatic said.

The two Fanatics looked at each other. They wanted to guide their brethren to the next life. SkyMaster awaited them.

"Ascension…." Both Fanatics yelled as their car closed up on the van.

Bob closed up on the two vehicles the Fanatics were in. The van was further ahead.

Kyle was concerned about collateral damage.

"A running gun battle on the street isn't a good thing." Kyle said.

Jim understood the implications.

"I'm going to disable the rear car." Jim said.

Jim leaned out the window and fired one round from his silenced M9. It struck the right front tire of the rear car the Fanatics were in. It swerved out of control at the corner. It hit a power poll and exploded.

Derek looked at the destroyed vehicle as they approached it.

"You just did some fancy shooting." Derek said.

Bob passed the flaming wreckage. They all looked over at it. There appeared to be the remains of two bodies burning. It was clear no one made it.

Jim didn't think it was fancy at all. He simply used his 'natural ability'. He was a Terminator.

"Affirmative…." Jim said.

Young Allison wanted to make amends with Anna and move her life forward. She flashed her beautiful smile.

"I love you too. You know I'll be busy elsewhere at times." Young Allison said. "You have to accept it. I'm going to do everything Savannah has done and probably more."

Anna was very worried now. She understood the sexual activity. It was normal for the girls. There was something else which troubled her.

"Are you going to get pregnant too?" Anna asked.

Young Allison did consider it. She knew if she was ever going to have children, it needed to happen before Judgment Day. She was in no hurry for herself.

"I will for Cameron and John." Young Allison said.

Anna thought it was a bad idea.

"I think you should wait for a few years." Anna said.

Anna actually thought it should be more than a few. She didn't want to push the issue.

Young Allison believed she was ready. She didn't think a little more time would hurt too much.

"It will probably be in another year." Young Allison said. "I'm the same as Allison. There is very little difference between us."

Anna looked at Young Allison and did a quick external scan.

"You are." Anna said. "Remember, she's older than you are. She's from a different future. You're not her, even if she was you."

Young Allison looked down at herself.

"I think I look fine." Young Allison said. "You do too."

Anna smiled.

"You're just saying it to make me not worry." Anna said. "I do worry. Your safety at every level, and for every reason, is my responsibility. It does matter."

Anna already decided to stop her age progression where she was at right now. She tried remain behind Young Allison as she aged. She was sure it made Young Allison feel better, even if it was subconsciously, if she was always a little larger. The well being of Young Allison's mind was her concern as well. It was her job to protect Young Allison. Protection came in many forms.

She received a communication from CamNet. The smile on her face faded away.

Young Allison noticed right away.

"What's wrong?" Young Allison asked.

Anna didn't know what to say.

"It looks like you're about to get your wish." Anna said.

Young Allison's eyes brightened. There were many things she desired and wished for. None of them were material things either.

"Which one is it?" Young Allison asked.

Anna frowned.

"All of them." Anna said

Claire and Sarah both expressed interest in Terminators to 'protect' Summer and Jan.

Camille-Hanna wondered if they wanted the Terminators for protection or as sexual companions. She realized it could be both. She thought it was an effective strategy.

"It might be the girls from the ship." Camille-Hanna said. "They may join the team as well."

It was news to Sarah and Claire.

"I think I'd like to get to know them a little better." Sarah said. "Recruits are hard to come by."

Camille-Hanna wanted to play around with Sarah and Claire. She decided to act like Cameron. It was a big hit as they all shared another round.

Sarah wondered where Kyle was at. She was having some of the best times in her life with the girls over the last few days. She hoped his recon wasn't too boring. Kyle wasn't the only one she needed to be concerned about.

"I need to check on Jan." Sarah said. "I'm not much of a mother normally. These last few days I've been a little worse."

Claire didn't think it was true.

Sarah actually thought Claire and Camille-Hanna should spend some alone time with the chassis swap.

She looked around for her clothes and dressed. She gave them both a kiss and left.

Claire and Camille-Hanna watched the door close, but not tight.

"Now I'm who you really want." Camille-Hanna whispered.

Claire smiled.

"I made it clear going forward." Claire whispered back. "I know you're not really her."

Camille-Hanna planned to be for the next while.

"I'm sure going to try for you." Camille-Hanna whispered.

There was a serious look on Claire's face now. It was what she wanted, even if it wasn't real. It would be 'real' for a short time anyway.

"Oh, Cameron, I've wanted you for so long." Claire whispered.

Camille-Hanna kissed Claire.

"Let me show you what a Metal girl can do for you." 'Cameron'-Camille-Hanna said.

Claire sucked in her breath as 'Cameron' went to work on her.

John wondered what all was going on. He was out of touch with all the operations. It didn't seem like a problem. He'd been out of touch for over a week now. It was good to be able to get away from it all. Right now he sensed he was about to get 'lucky' with Cam-Holly who wanted to 'try out' her borrowed chassis.

Cam-Holly looked down at her naked sheath and the open bed.

She helped him strip.

They looked at each other's naked bodies.

Cam-Holly wanted John to keep one thing in mind. She didn't want him to see her as someone else who appeared like she currently did. She was still her program, even if her chassis was different.

"Just remember, I'm Holly." Cam-Holly said. "I may look like 'her', but I'm not."

John couldn't tell the difference from Cam, Camille, Cammy, or Cameron. They looked identical to him. Then again, it was the point. He didn't want Cam-Holly to feel short changed.

"I'll remember you're Holly." John said. "I know you're your program, regardless of what chassis you're in."

Cam-Holly was pleased with the reminder.

They kissed and moved to the bed.

John liked to 'work' on the female first to get them ready. It was something Cameron taught him. She told him without foreplay, she was just a 'depository'. She didn't achieve as much pleasure from the encounter as when they shared some foreplay first. He always tried to get the female to finish once before he sought his true pleasure. He was reminded more than once, a happy customer was a repeat customer.

Cam-Holly noticed right away Cam's chassis and sheath were less responsive. It took longer for things to happen. When they did happen, they were less intense. She knew it was part of what she needed to live with if she wanted to 'look like Allison'.

John moved on top of her. This was what she wanted to see. She experienced the 'diminished finish' before in other chassis with females. The current encounter would be with a male. She wanted to see how the chassis would do.

There was a moment of discomfort. She realized John already started in. She was very displeased with this aspect of the chassis. She doubted she would even make it. Her neural network was far superior in this regard over the other functions.

John could see Cam-Holly seemed a little distracted or disappointed. He concentrated his actions. He moved her hand down to 'assist' his efforts. It was something he saw one of the girls from the ship do. He hoped it was to intensify his efforts rather than take over for them. He didn't ask. She didn't say.

Cam-Holly broke the kiss and smiled at him. Things soon picked up like they should be. Now she was into it. She was going to need to finish herself off.

It could still work.

It did.

Cam-Holly really missed her chassis.

The girls were all in the Executive suite. They were all naked still. They watched Sheila and Leticia at the indoor shooting range.

Mary could see Leticia and Sheila were having a great time. It was something she never really did before at a controlled indoor range.

"It looks like fun." Mary said. "Can we do it too?"

Cammy wanted to make Mary happy. She looked at her and smiled.

"Yes." Cammy said. "I can make just about anything happen for you."

Mary could see Cammy was serious. She wondered if this was how someone became a 'submissive'. It was clear Cammy wanted her for - everything.

Laura wanted to try it as well. She figured it would help pass some of the time until the action started on the strip.

"Vegas doesn't pick up until dark anyway." Laura said. "I want to go too."

Ally wanted to keep 'her girl' happy.

"It won't be a problem." Ally said.

Tricia and Holly-Cam would go with them.

Young Jesse did a lot of training already Down Under. It's all they ever did was train. It was everything from weapons training to flying. She looked at Hanna-Camille.

"Maybe we can do something different." Young Jesse said.

CamNet contacted Cammy and informed her there was a special package about to arrive. She excused herself.

"I'll be back." Cammy said.

Sheila was informed by CamNet the girls on the plane currently observed them. She was notified Tricia's cover was blown. She showed off a little but moved on. It was about training Leticia.

They tried several pistol caliber weapons next which were considered 'sub machine guns' by the facility.

The first one up was MP5SD. It was the silenced version of the standard 9MM MP5.

Sheila shot it first and then allowed Leticia to try. Leticia started out on semi-auto and then fired a few full auto bursts.

"This is really eye opening." Leticia said. "It's quiet, but feels front heavy to me."

Front heavy wasn't a problem for Sheila. She could hold any of the weapons with one hand regardless of the weight. It included rifles with a standard wooden stock as well. It was much easier if the weapon was equipped with a pistol grip.

The attendant switched weapons. He brought over a vz. 61 Skorpion in .32 ACP. Sheila would have preferred one in .380 ACP, or the rarer variant in 9MM. She felt anything less than 9MM in the current application was underpowered. Under the current conditions, she knew it would be easier for Sheila to operate and fire.

"Let's try this little fella." Sheila said.

Sheila fired it with the folding stock both open and closed.

Leticia tried it both ways as well. The recoil wasn't too bad, but the noise level was considerable compared to the previous firearm.

"It's loud." Leticia said.

Next up was a Military Armament Corporation Model 10. It was most commonly referred to as a MAC-10. It was in .45 ACP. It also had a two stage silencer on it.

Leticia recognized it right away. She'd seen it before.

"This is like the gun in the movie." Leticia said.

Sheila tilted her head slightly. She thought one like it was used in several movies. She wanted a little more information.

"Which movie are you thinking of?" Sheila asked. "Give me a description."

Leticia smiled and held one hand over her left eye.

"You know, the one with the guy with the eye patch." Leticia said.

Sheila knew right away which movie it was. There was a sequel to it as well made a number of years later.

"It was 'Snake', love." Sheila said. "It was 'Escape From New York'. The city was pretty much like it was depicted in real life at times. It's a glorified sewer. It's a little better now, not much. The current crop of politicians doesn't believe in following the rule of law. The criminals get a pass as well as the undocumented. Those groups of individuals all need to get money somehow. Guess how they do it."

Leticia only thought about the movie. She smiled. It was the movie she was thinking of.

"It's the movie." Leticia said. "I saw both of them."

Sheila gave her some instructions. The version they were about to use was in .45 ACP. There was a rare version of it in 9MM, as well as a later designed firearm in 9MM which shared the same general appearance. It was slightly smaller.

They tried it out.

Leticia thought it was rather heavy and a little harder to control when firing in full auto. She didn't like the up and down rocking motion which was associated with it. Sheila explained to her it was because of the heavy bolt required for the operating system. She wasn't exactly sure how things worked when it came to firearms mechanically.

Sheila was ready to move up to what the facility referred to as 'assault rifles'.

Leticia wasn't sure what the term meant. It seemed rather vague to her. She thought the definition fit all rifles. There was one gun she always saw in movies. It was in all types of movies from war movies, to gangster movies, to even movies, or TV shows, about the future. She remembered some old bald guy firing one on a spaceship, he was the captain. She wanted to use the same type of gun next.

"Do they have the guns like the gangsters used?" Leticia asked. "I like the big round thing for the bullets."

Sheila smiled. The 'assault rifles' could wait a few minutes. It was time to do things the old fashioned way. She figured if any firearm should be termed an 'assault rifle', it was definitely all versions of the 'Thompson'. It was specifically designed to assault enemy positions at close range. She was actually pleased with Leticia's request. She sent the attendant off to get them.

"I see you have style." Sheila said. "They have two versions of the Thompson here. They have 'the gun that made the Twenties roar', and the Second World War variant. It can't take the drum magazine."

Sheila was pleased to see the attendant return with both versions.

The attendant brought over an M-1928 Thompson with the top bolt cocking handle, adjustable rear sight, finned barrel, compensator and vertical foregrip. It possessed the ability to use the drum magazine in both fifty round, and one hundred round variants. Sometimes they were referred to as the 'L' drum magazine, or the 'C' drum magazine respectively. The other weapon was a M1A1 Thompson. It was the 'stripped down' military version with the side bolt cocking handle, fixed sight and horizontal foregrip. It could only use 'stick magazines'.

The attendant wanted to give them an additional warning.

"These are very heavy." The attendant said.

Sheila smiled. They wouldn't be too heavy for her. It was true they were heavier than most other firearms carried by one individual on the battlefield. It seems whoever carried one didn't want to give it up for a lighter firearm when they were available. It wasn't designed for precision shooting. It was designed to kill people. It was designed to kill a lot of people fast.

"Do I look like a lightweight?" Sheila asked.

Sheila acted before the attendant could respond. She took the M-1928 Thompson. She moved just right and breast with a nipple ring popped out of her loose top. She looked at the attendant.

"Could you tuck it back in for me, love?" Sheila asked. "My hands are full."

The attendant started to reach for it.

Leticia didn't want the attendant to get grabby.

"I've got it." Leticia said.

The attendant's hand stopped in mid air.

The M-1928 Thompson currently had an 'L' Drum in it which held fifty rounds of .45 ACP.

Sheila smiled at the attendant. She'd already made a quick mental inventory of everything which was visible when they checked in and were shown around.

"Maybe next time, love. I have two of them. There's one for each of you." Sheila said. "Can you fetch me up a 'C' drum? I saw one behind the counter."

The attendant was surprised.

"The 'C' drum holds a hundred rounds." The attendant said. "It's very heavy when loaded."

Sheila smiled.

"I know." Sheila said. "It won't stay loaded for very long."

There was something for everyone in Riley's room.

It soon settled down to Riley with Samantha, and Gail with Vanna.

The set up lasted for a while and then Riley and Vanna were together.

Vanna was with Riley earlier. She still felt very guilty about not being with her before. Riley was a sweet girl and she was good in bed. The cards just didn't line up before. She was with all the females who passed through the bunkers and tunnels in the future. She made a point to seek them out and share with them. All of them had been abused at some point and some were mutilated. Others were scared or burnt from battle, or attacks on the Resistance strongholds.

No matter how messed up they were, or what was 'missing', she was with them and shared with them. The ones with the scared faces were the hardest for her. She knew the pain each girl felt inside. Her body was only scarred a little compared to some of them. She felt she helped them move forward with their lives. She wanted to show them they mattered, and they could still feel pleasure and even love.

There were a few who were a little hesitant to share her advances. They hadn't really been with another female before. It always excited her greatly to hear it. Once things got started, they quickly realized how much they were missing. A whole new world was opened up to them. Vanna was pleased she was the one who was able to do it for them.

Riley finished twice with her. She'd only made it once as she thought of her past, the future. Riley fondled her now.

"I can't believe how much you can produce." Riley said.

Vanna looked down.

"I'm lucky in one regard." Vanna said. "You're lucky in another regard."

Riley knew Vanna was sterile. She didn't want to bring up the issue or dwell on it. She felt lacking as a mother on multiple levels. She wanted Vanna to know how thankful she actually was for her help.

"I appreciate your assistance with Precious." Riley said.

Vanna was very pleased with it too. It gave her a purpose and feeling which she lacked, since she could first become a mother. It never happened.

"It makes me feel like a woman." Vanna said.

Riley smiled faintly. She understood what Vanna met. Having Precious made her feel the same as well. It was time to refocus the conversation.

"I know things will work out for you." Riley said. "Now let me show you, you are a woman."

Riley went to 'work' on Vanna. She gave it her best effort.

Life was good in Paradise.

Jesse softly sang to Precious in English and Chinese.

The door to the nursery opened. Allison looked in.

Jesse was ready for some more.

"I've been waiting for you." Jesse said.

Allison entered and smiled. She'd paused outside the door for a moment to listen.

"I heard you singing." Allison said. "It was beautiful."

Jesse smiled. It was something she heard her mother do for her younger sister. It was done to her as well but she couldn't remember too much.

"It was in Chinese." Jesse said. "My mum used to sing to me and my sister like that."

It was the one thing she remembered the most when they died in her past, the future. Thanks to Cameron, they were alive again, along with Young Jesse and her sister.

Allison also remembered things from the past, the future. Few of them were pleasant.

"Well, we're here now." Allison said. "It's all that matters. Look at Precious."

Jesse did. She knew Young Jesse already made the move to help her out.

"I can't wait for Jesse to have my baby." Jesse said.

Allison looked a little sad as she touched her belly.

"It will be beautiful." Allison said.

Jesse put Precious back in her crib in the nursery. She faced Allison.

"Everyone is busy in Riley's room." Jesse said. "It leaves us free here."

Jesse slipped Allison's robe off.

Allison helped Jesse strip.

They kissed and fondled each other. They moved to the bed and things picked up.

"Sing to me in Chinese." Allison whispered.

Jesse was a little surprised.

She looked into Allison's big brown eyes and softly sang.

Allison was touched and felt very special.

The love making afterwards was sweet and intense.

Life was good in Paradise.

Savannah felt a thrill just to watch Cameron move as she sought pleasure. Each time Cameron finished, it drove her over the top as well. She was a part of it and Cameron derived her pleasure from her, even if it was rather indirectly. She also received a great amount of collateral stimulation. She wanted Cameron to use a little moderation.

"Take it easy, Cameron." Savannah whispered. "Don't overdo it."

The 'warning' seemed to motivate and drive Cameron a little further. She picked up the pace and finished twice more before she leaned down and kissed Savannah deeply.

Cameron lifted her head and looked deep into Savannah's eyes. She wanted to make sure she understood how she felt.

"It was my best 'first time' ever." Cameron said. "It's because it was you, Savannah."

Cameron changed the order of all of her 'first times' and moved the encounter with Savannah to the front. To her it really was her 'first time' now. She'd thought about deleting the files with John and only keep the one with Savannah, and herself as Jameron.

Savannah and Cameron kissed and cuddled with each other.

Cameron put away the martial aid after she cleaned it up. She went to check on Jameron.

Earlier:

CamNet forbade Jameron from further sexual contact with any female. The next encounter with the chassis would be with Jameron plugged into her server and Young Allison before her.

It didn't stop Jameron from going back to spy on Cameron and Savannah frequently. He was a little surprised at the amount of use they were able to get out of the 'marital aid'.

The video files would need to be replayed over and over.

Cameron looked as if she rode a mechanical bull to him.

When he saw Cameron was about to stop, he hurried back to the bridge. He was glad CamNet kept them on course. He would have hated to explain how they ended up on the rocks. It would be clear to everyone exactly what occurred. He wasn't on the bridge where he should have been. There was only one other place he could have been through his inattentiveness.

He was surprised when Cameron entered the bridge naked.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Cameron asked.

Jameron looked down at the bulge in the front of his pants.

"Yes I did." Jameron said. "I look forward to swapping chassis with you to do the same." Jameron said.

Cameron might do it. There were other plans she'd already made. It was her new desire to carry them out.

"Your program has a chassis just like mine." Cameron said. "I may borrow your chassis though. I want to be with all the girls in it."

Jameron ran CamNet's program. He knew the real story.

"They would rather be with you as you." Jameron said.

Cameron didn't have a problem with it any longer. Savannah set her free. The shackles of the past no longer restrained her.

"I'll do both." Cameron said. "How soon will it be until we dock?"

Jameron looked ahead.

"One hour if I go to full throttle." Jameron said. "It can be any amount of time longer you want, if I go slower."

Cameron turned to leave. She turned back.

"Stay away from Savannah." Cameron said. "She belongs to me. I won't tell you again."

Cameron turned and left.

Jameron was aware of what CamNet wanted. Cameron didn't address it. It was a mistake on her part. She was too focused on Savannah right now.

CamNet directed him to slow the boat down.

There were more guests on the way. She wanted the timing for everything to be perfect.

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Temporal Mission:

Past Timeline:

November 26 1963

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Young Allison could see there were several individuals inside of the Studebaker who looked around nervously. She suspected one thing.

"What do you think is up with those people?" Young Allison asked. "It's not going to be a hold up is it?"

Cameron didn't know for sure. She did know what it looked like. She didn't want to turn back and look again. It was possible a robbery was already in progress.

"I haven't seen anyone exit the bank since we arrived." Cameron said. "Can you still see smoke from the exhaust pipe coming out?"

Young Allison could still see it. It meant they were sitting there with the car running. It further indicated some type of a getaway vehicle. She wanted to take action.

"It's still running." Young Allison said. "The men even look more nervous. I think someone is inside the bank robbing it right now. Let's go in and take them down."

Cameron didn't want Young Allison involved in any type of altercation. Well, she didn't want her directly involved.

"I'll go inside the bank and check it out." Cameron said. "You can go back to the car and wait for me. I won't be long."

Cameron handed Young Allison the keys for the Galaxie.

Young Allison wasn't having any of it.

"Hardly…." Young Allison said. "If there's any kind of gunfire, I'm not letting the others get away. I'll go around the back of the bank and come up behind them. If I see them get out of the vehicle with a weapon, I'll drop them. You know I'm a good shot. They'll never see it coming."

Cameron felt a slight glitching pulse. She was concerned for Young Allison's safety. She remembered viewing the image of Young Allison terminating multiple targets on both sides of her as she ran down the aisle, as knock out gas filled the air. The enemy never saw it coming. There was no doubt about it. Young Allison was a deadly shot against the enemy.

"It's an effective strategy." Cameron said. "Make sure you're behind solid cover. It needs to be behind a brick or block wall, or the engine block of another vehicle so you can shoot over the hood."

Young Allison felt another rush of adrenaline. She didn't want Cameron to hold back.

"You're a Terminator. Do what you have to do." Young Allison said. "Will the bank have cameras?"

Cameron tilted her head slightly. She wondered if it was after this incident when the bank did install the cameras. It would probably be the same camera which captured their image in 1999.

"I don't think they will." Cameron said. "Walk ahead of me about ten feet. I'm going to cause a distraction for the men in the vehicle. Quickly go around the back of the building and get into position. Don't do anything unless they get out of the vehicle with weapons."

The girls quickly put their plan into motion. There could be lives at stake.

A short time ago:

The men in the Studebaker looked over towards the front of the bank.

"It seems like it's been a long time." The first man said.

The second man looked a little irritated.

"I should have gone in with them." The second man said. "I need to get my feet wet sometime."

The first man saw a car pull into the lot. It looked new.

"Relax." The first man said. "They're probably shaking down the customers. It will be easier to take their valuables from them while they're still alive. It takes longer to get them after they're dead."

The second man saw two females get out of the car which just arrived.

"Check out the two dames." The second man said.

The first man looked.

"They look like sisters if not twins." The first man said.

The second man looked at the one wearing the very short skirt and the long white boots.

"Look how the one bimbo is dressed. I'd like to have just five minutes with her." The second man said.

The first man tried to suppress a laugh. He wasn't quite successful.

"You'd be lucky to last more than thirty seconds with her." The first man said. "From what I've seen, you've probably never even lasted two minutes with anyone."

The second man felt a little offended.

"With those slutty chicks, I'm just there for one reason." The second man said. "It's not like I care if they make it or not. I don't."

The first man watched the two females stop outside of the bank.

"Maybe Sal or Vinnie will put the grab on them when they come out." The first man said.

The second man looked around the interior of the vehicle.

"It's not like we have a whole lot of room in here." The second man said.

The first man wanted to make some room.

"Look how short her skirt is." The first man said. "We can make room for her. We can dump the other one in the trunk while we get started on the first one."

The second man didn't want to lose focus.

"Our main goal is the money and the jewelry." The second man said. "I'm surprised we haven't heard any gunfire yet."

The first man kept his eye on the two females. He saw one of them bend down to pick something up. Her back was to them. His eyes were focused on her.

"Look at that!" The first man said. "I can see everything on the hot chick. I mean everything."

The first man could feel it 'call' to him.

The second man's eyes were focused on the same thing.

"Look how smooth everything is." The second man said. "I don't see any hair at all. It's just right there staring us in the face."

After about ten seconds, the hot chick stood up and pulled her skirt down.

The first man looked around.

"Where did her sister go?" The first man asked.

The second man looked around as well.

"She must have gone in already." The second man said. "I was a little distracted."

They watched the hot chick open the door to the bank and go inside.

The first man knew they were inside.

"Both of them are in there right now." The first man said.

The second man really hoped Sal and Vinnie would bring one out with them. He decided to pomp them to do so.

"I'm going to go inside and make sure everything is okay." The second man said.

Even as much as he liked it, the first man thought it was a bad idea.

"You just want to put the grab on the one broad." The first man said.

The second man didn't plan to stop with one of them.

"Open the trunk up when I go inside." The second man said.

The first man thought it was another bad idea.

"I'll have to turn the car off to do it." The first man said. "Sal told me to keep it running."

The second man was a little irritated. He wanted to get moving.

"Just do it anyway." The second man said.

The second man opened his door and got out. He reached down and picked up a sawed off shotgun. He tucked it inside the front of his pants, and covered it with his coat. He headed towards the front of the bank.

Young Allison hurried around the side of the bank and across the back. She peeked around the corner along the other side and spotted the Studebaker. She was a little alarmed to see there was only one man in the vehicle. She moved up along the side of the brick wall behind another vehicle. She spotted a few loose bricks. She picked one up with her left hand. She figured it could cause a distraction when it hit a car.

There was no mirror on the passenger side of the Studebaker. It was one thing she noticed. A lot of the vehicles didn't have a passenger side mirror, especially the older ones. They only had the driver side mirror and the rear view mirror.

She was able to move up to within twenty feet of the Studebaker. She was in a position where she could ambush anyone returning to the vehicle. It's what she planned to do anyway. She didn't believe the man would see her as a threat, even if he spotted her. His gaze had been focused on the front of the bank ever since she came around the corner.

Young Allison crouched down. She realized in modern times there would probably be some kind of forensic investigation as to any fired shell casings on the ground. It was one of the reasons why some of the criminals still carried a revolver. It was one less thing for them to worry about being identified. She doubted the shell casings there would even be picked up, except by the janitor and thrown in the trash.

If she had the Model 19 with her, she would use it. A .357 Magnum round really made a statement when it hit someone, especially with good shot placement. It was recorded as the best 'one shot stop' caliber, with a specific cartridge.

Young Allison practiced engaging multiple targets simultaneously. It was something she did before on several occasions. She was crouched down between two vehicles right now. Her Hi-Power was in her right hand. The safety was off. All she needed to do was lift it, and fire. She wondered how it was going with Cameron. There hadn't been any gunfire so far.

She was a little surprised when the Studebaker was turned off. It made her wonder what was happening. The driver got out from behind the wheel. She wasn't sure if she was spotted or not. She could see there was a revolver tucked into his waistband. He made no attempt to pull it out. He moved around to the rear of the vehicle and opened the trunk.

"I still think it's a mistake to try to put the grab on the two bimbos." The first man muttered.

Young Allison quickly understood where the second man was He went into the bank to take Cameron and her with them when they left! She could see the mindset of criminals went all the way back with the same behavior. She planned to deliver a personal message as she killed him.

In her time period, she normally carried a Taser and a knife with her. It was to stun, and then deactivate a Terminator by removing its chip. They hadn't expected to encounter any Terminators in the past. Right now all she carried was her Browning.

The man continued to lean into the back of the trunk. He appeared to be rearranging whatever was in there to make space.

Young Allison quickly made a few calculations. She decided to act while the man was distracted.

"My turn…." Young Allison said to herself.

Young Allison got up and made her move. She ran towards the target.

Moments ago:

Cameron entered the bank. She noticed a man near the door at one of the counters people used to get their banking in order. They could fill out any slips necessary and sign whatever they needed to.

She also noticed no one else in the bank was visible. She figured they were all in the vault. She knew it was a big vault.

As she neared the table, the man spun around and pointed a revolver at her.

"Get on the floor." The first thug said.

Cameron walked a little closer. It was where she wanted to be. She looked around and behind her before she looked at the thug again.

"Are you talking to me?" Cameron asked.

The first thug was distracted by her appearance. The first thing he noticed was how short her skirt was. The second thing was the long pair of white boots she wore. The third thing was her top was nearly open. He could see just about everything inside of her shirt, but not quite.

There was some movement by the vault.

"What's going on out there?" The second thug asked.

The first thug waved his revolver around in front of Cameron.

"Get on the floor - now." The first thug said.

The second thug came out of the vault with several sacks.

Cameron heard the door to the bank open. She saw there was another man. She identified him as one of the men in the Studebaker. It pleased her to know Young Allison would only need to deal with one individual. She figured Young Allison would be in position soon.

She reached down and touched her skirt. She pulled it up a little bit, but not too far.

"This is my best skirt." Cameron said. "I don't want to wrinkle it."

The second thug approached where Cameron and the first thug were.

The first thug was a little irritated. He didn't understand why the broad didn't listen to him. Everyone else would be scared stiff.

"I think this chick is retarded or something." The first thug said.

The second thug looked Cameron over. He was impressed with what he saw. He saw one of the men from the vehicle come in the front door. He looked at the first thug.

"Go get the other two bags. They're by the vault." The second thug said. "I'll deal with her."

The man from the car walked up to where the other two thugs were at.

The first thug looked at the other man.

"Why are you here?" The first thug asked. "You were supposed to remain in the car. You were only to come in if you heard shooting."

The third man walked right up to Cameron. He got a good look at her. He got a good look inside her top as well.

"I came to check to see what was happening." The man from the car said.

The second thug was a little irritated.

"Go help Vinnie carry the sacks outside the vault door." The second thug said.

Cameron was pleased with the position of the three men.

"I don't want to have to have to iron this." Cameron said. "It's really expensive material."

She lifted the side of her skirt and exposed everything to the men in front of her. She could see they were distracted.

"Have any of you ever met a Terminator before?" Cameron asked.

Only one of the men was able to look up for a moment.

"What?" The second thug asked. "No."

Cameron lifted her skirt a little higher and smiled.

"Let me introduce you to one." Cameron said.

It Could Still Work

When things play out right
Everyone is content and happy
When they start to go wrong
Things suck and turn out crappy

When the ship hits the rocks
The water starts to flow in
Much the same thing happens
To a person deep within

The trouble seems to be
They can't see it's sinking
They try to go forward
They keep on thinking

All the King's horses
And all the King's men
Won't ever be able to
Put anything back together again

Everyone still tries to fix things
Even if it makes them go berserk
It's because they all believe
It could still work

Nobody