Chapter 1492


Big Brute


John found tracking the box truck tedious. There was no guarantee it would lead them anywhere. It could even lead them into an ambush.

He looked around the Command Center. He wanted to make sure they were alone. There was something of a personal nature he wanted to know.

"How are the three girls who were on the ship doing?" John asked.

John Henry noted John looked around before he asked.

"Is there something specific you want to know?" John Henry asked.

John didn't want to seem too invasive.

"I grew fond of them." John said. "I was just curious."

John was aware it wasn't the only thing which 'grew' when he reflected on them.

John Henry brought up images of all three of the girls in their formal dresses.

"They're all quite stunning." John Henry said. "Mary is extremely intelligent. Laura is more moody. Leticia is very sexy and very submissive."

John adjusted his pants as he looked at the images.

"They radiate beauty." John said.

Cameron offered to bring him to them, or them to him, several times. He looked at them now. They were total knockouts. What was he thinking? He wanted to be with all three of them. It was another epic fail on his part. Wait. He'd wanted to make Cameron feel special. It was more important. Sacrifice was the true expression of love. He'd sacrificed all right. Look at them!

John Henry could see John was lost deep in thought. He was certain where John's mind was at. He was aware of his own 'feelings'. His sheath experienced a number of 'changes' when he viewed images of pretty girls. When he was able to view some of the images Sheila transmitted to the other girls, they especially produced results on his sheath.

"Sheila, Ally and Cammy are with them right now." John Henry said.

John lightly moistened his lips with the news. He wasn't sure what the occasion was. He could make an educated guess. He wondered if somehow it could benefit him. He needed to find out a little more.

"They are?" John asked.

John Henry could see he'd gotten John's attention, in more than one area.

"Yes." John Henry said.

John hoped there wasn't a problem.

"Is everything alright?" John asked.

John Henry knew they were in danger earlier. Since it was an 'off the books' operation earlier, he wasn't about to mention it to John on his own. It should be something one of the Metal girls should tell him. He did want to give John a reminder about some of the activity which occurred on the ship.

"Everything's fine." John Henry said. "They'll most likely engage in additional sexual activity."

It excited John to hear it. He knew the girls liked to share. He'd really like to get a 'piece of the action'. He hoped for a little better clarification. It might determine his chances.

"Do you mean they did some now, or do you mean in addition to what was done on the ship?" John asked.

John Henry was aware some additional activity already occurred earlier. Sheila left her com on so he could hear it. He also knew CamNet could hear it. He was sure it was for her benefit as much as it was his.

"It's both." John Henry said. "They've been together for hours. Things happen fast when the girls are alone. They can happen for a long time too."

John Henry didn't want to get into his extensive 'research' of human females or the Metal girls. His observations indicated the female human body was superior to the male human body for its ability to have multiple 'finishes'.

John thought about some of the activity he'd been able to view around the base, both by invitation and by passing observation.

"It's amazing to watch them together." John said. "They seem to be able to please each other endlessly."

John Henry witnessed the same things John witnessed.

"Indeed." John Henry said. "The human female body is a superior design. It includes the Metal female ones by extension."

John looked down at his pants. There was an 'extension' down there right now. He looked over the images of the girls from the ship again. He wanted to be with all three of them.


Joe led the girls to the Vulcan bomber. It was a jet bomber from Great Britain. It was a modified delta wing aircraft. It was large. The big delta type wing made it look larger. It was part of the 'V Bomber Force' which included the Valiant and the Victor. Most of the 'V Bomber Force' was similar in size and capacity to the earlier B-47. None of them matched the range or the payload of the B-52 which was developed around the same time. Then again, it wasn't far from Great Britain to potential targets located to the east. It was only about fifteen hundred miles.

Its main role was as a nuclear deterrent bomber. It was also capable of carrying conventional bombs. Several of the Vulcan bombers were used in the conventional capacity during the Falklands Incident in the Eighties. Their effectiveness was questionable. It sent a message to the other combatant they weren't untouchable.

Ted lowered a ladder stairway down from the bottom of the plane and the girls went up inside the flight deck area. It felt a little cramped after being in the KC-97.

The plane normally sported a five man crew. They didn't stay too long inside. Three of the crew members couldn't see much but their instruments.

Ted closed up the Vulcan and hurried to the EC-121 Warning Star.

They passed by a B-45 Tornado, but decided not to enter. It had the distinction of becoming the first operational jet bomber in the Air Force, as well as the first multi engine jet bomber to be refueled in flight. It was a limited run interim bomber until the more able B-47 Stratojet could get put into full production. They were contemporaries' only months apart.

Joe led them to the EC-121. Ted placed a long ladder there for them to enter on the side door near the front.

Young Jesse looked at the girls before she spoke. She wanted to make a joke.

"I like a plane with three 'tails'." Young Jesse said.

The girls all giggled.

"Well, I mean three vertical stabilizers." Young Jesse said.

Savannah looked the plane over. She could see some similarities to a few of the aircraft they'd viewed earlier.

"This reminds me a lot of the Superfortress in size." Savannah said.

Cameron was aware there were numerous prototypes and proposals for various aircraft of all types during the development stages. Some made it off of the drawing board, and a few prototypes were built, some of them didn't. Some of them also found life in a different application with a few modifications from the original proposal.

"The XB-30 was the un-built bomber version of this plane. It was most famous as the airliner version known as the Constellation." Cameron said. "The XB-30 was to be a backup design for the 'very heavy bomber' category along with the B-29 as well as the XB-31, and the B-32 Dominator. Only the B-32 entered limited production in the bomber roll. The big success was the B-29. The XB-30 went on to become the C-69, and upgraded C-121 Constellation, which saw many variants including this version. The EC-121 was for electronic surveillance. The XB-31 was an offshoot of the C-54 or DC-4 and DC-6 family in basic design with a much longer wing and more powerful engines. It never left the drawing board. The cargo versions, and airliners, did meet with success."

Joe and Ted were not far away when Cameron said everything. They looked at each other but didn't comment. It was some past history few would ever know. They'd already heard quite a few things they didn't know. They were the ones who actually worked at the museum, not the girls. The girls were the most knowledgeable people who'd ever been at the museum.

They went up the ladder into the side of the fuselage of the EC-121.

"This is a lot fancier than what we've been in so far." Young Allison said.

They moved past the flight engineer's station into the cockpit. It was a little more cramped than the KC-97.

Savannah looked down the length of the fuselage.

"This plane has quite a few workstations." Savannah said.

Young Jesse spotted all the necessities of home.

"It also has bunks and a loo." Young Jesse said.

The mission time of the aircraft could be up to twenty hours long. There were usually two full crews on board who operated in rotation. The goal was always to have a crew in prime condition manning the equipment. The purpose of the aircraft was to provide early warning of enemy aircraft.

"A normal crew was often a 'double crew'. There would be six for the flight crew and ten to twenty or more for the radar crew." Cameron said. "The commercial version of the aircraft as an airliner wasn't as long lived as the military career for the various configurations were."

They passed through the plane and past all the radar equipment and associated hardware. There were more bunks in the rear along with another restroom.

They went back to the front of the fuselage. Joe called up to them to be careful on the way down. Ted closed the plane up and retracted the ladder and put it back on his little truck.

Young Allison looked over at the next aircraft they passed.

"There's a design you don't see often." Young Allison said.

The J-35 Draken was an unusual design. The aircraft was unique in a number of respects. It was the first combat fighter to employ the 'double delta' wing. It was also one of the first aircraft capable of performing the 'Cobra Maneuver' in flight. It was essentially able to 'hit the brakes' in midair with a vertical maneuver, and decelerate rapidly with the pilot being able to remain in control.

They passed it by with just a look.

Cameron paused at the C-53 Loadstar. There were several variations of this basic design from the Hudson bomber to the PV-1 Ventura and PV-2 Harpoon for the Navy.

Savannah looked at the design of the aircraft. Something caught her attention right away.

"It reminds me of a 'tail dragger' version of the B-25B." Savannah said.

Cameron pointed out there were a number of militarized versions of the basic design.

"It sort of was." Cameron said. "The Navy versions carried about the same payload but were faster with R-2800 engines. The predecessor Hudson was underpowered and a design which was placed into production for export mostly. It was only because it could go into immediate production. Military equipment was scarce for many of the belligerents at the outbreak of the war. They would literally take anything they could get their hands on."

Joe led the girls on. They passed by several other aircraft which didn't spark much interest among the group. 'Puddle Jumpers' didn't do much for them.

They did stop at the CH-47 Chinook helicopter.

"This is a big brute." Young Allison said. "Those two sets of rotors are huge."

Cameron pointed out there was no need for a tail rotor with twin counter rotating rotors. A helicopter without some type of counteracting force against the torque of the engine, or turning rotor, would lack directional support and spin out of control.

"The tandem rotors counter rotated to negate the torque." Cameron said. "There've been various methods tried over the years."

Young Jesse thought of a similar sized rotor wing aircraft she'd viewed before.

"It's pretty roomy inside." Young Jesse said. "I saw a CH-53E Super Stallion once at an air show in Sydney. It was almost this big inside with a single main rotor. It was big too."

Savannah sat in the pilot's seat. Young Jesse allowed Young Allison to sit in the copilot's seat.

"This is a lot more complex than a Huey or Blackhawk even." Savannah said.

Savannah gave up the pilot's seat to Young Jesse after a short while.

The Metal girls all tried it too. They all wanted to fly an active one.

They left the Chinook behind and moved over to the C-46 Commando. It was a twin engine cargo plane. It was capable of being pressurized. It started out as an airliner. It was larger than the older designed C-47 which was a DC-3 variant as its base point.

There was a ramp step against the side of the C-46 where the cargo door was located.

They did the cockpit tour and moved on to the C-47 Skytrain. There was a ramp step against the side of it as well at the cargo door. Different variations of the same aircraft were used by all branches of the military for years.

The C-47 seemed smaller than the C-46 in every aspect. There were still examples of both the C-46 and C-47 in service around the world. It said something about the simple design and serviceability of the aircraft. Many planes came and went in the same time period.

Cameron felt there was one significant version of the aircraft worth mentioning. It turned an old cargo plane into a very effective airborne weapon.

"The AC-47 Spooky gunship was a lethal variant of this cargo plane." Cameron said. "They were armed with three side firing miniguns."

Young Allison studied up on the concept of a side firing aircraft. There were photos which showed the tracer rounds coming down from the side of the aircraft which some thought resembled the 'flames' from a dragon.

"We've all heard of 'Puff The Magic Dragon'." Young Allison said.

Camille pointed out the evolution of the design and its application.

"The side firing concept produced a lot of variants with other aircraft like the AC-119 Stinger and Shadow." Camille said. "The AC-130 Spectre is what is used now in several variations. A few of those were Spooky, Stinger II and Ghostrider."

The girls left the cargo planes behind. They were right across from a B-58 Hustler.

Just the 'look' of the large delta wing aircraft radiated high velocity.

"I feel the need for speed." Young Allison said as she looked the B-58 over.

Joe pointed out a feature designed for survivability based upon the high speed of the aircraft.

"The three crew members sat in capsules which could be jettisoned at high speed, even at Mach 2 and at seventy thousand feet." Joe said. "It allowed them to survive the ejection and provided some protection."

Cameron could see the plane was being worked on.

"We'll just look at the outside on this one." Cameron said.

Savannah could see the lineage to two very similar aircraft built by the same manufacturer. One of them was the F-102 Dart, the other one was the F-106 Dagger.

"I really thought this plane would be bigger." Savannah said. "It looks like a big F-106."

Cameron ran a quick size comparison.

"It's approximately fifty percent larger than the F-106 all weather interceptor." Cameron said. "There was a proposal to build a Mach 2 passenger plane on a modified version of the design with a longer fuselage and with a rear stabilizer."

Jesse looked over at the B-52 parked next to it.

"It looks like a shrimp compared to the B-52 Stratofortress." Young Jesse said. "It's a big brute for sure."

Young Allison believed size worked to the Hustler's advantage for its role.

"It's smaller than the Vulcan as well, but speed was its forte, not size." Young Allison said. "There weren't a lot of Mach 2 bombers built."

Savannah read about a Mach 3 bomber.

"They did take it one step further and incorporated both size and speed in one aircraft." Savannah said. "It was the XB-70 Valkyrie."

Joe led them past the Hustler to a C-123 Provider. It was a cargo plane.

Young Jesse thought the plane looked short and chubby.

"This one's cute." Young Jesse said. "The C-133 at Mojave looked like a big C-130, this looks like a little C-130."

Cameron thought the plane went through quite an evolution.

"The original design started out as an assault glider." Cameron said. "There were no engines on it."

The C-123 was not a small plane.

"This thing was a glider?" Young Jesse asked.

Cameron called up a file with all of the information. She didn't think very many aircraft went through such a varied development process.

"It was the original design." Cameron said. "They fitted the glider with two engines and it showed promise for short landings and takeoffs at small airfields. They worked on the design. With two R2800 engines, it went into production. To boost the short takeoff capability, many were fitted with two J85 jet engines as well. One was even fitted with two jet engines in a pod under each wing. There were four jet engines in place of the two piston engines, and later with the two additional single jet engines."

"It must be a first to go from a glider, to a prop, to a jet." Young Allison said.

Cameron thought of mentioning the story of the Me-163 Komet which went from glider to rocket power. It was a complicated and ineffectual story to bring up. The plane itself was only built in small quantities and very ineffectual. About a third of them exploded on takeoff due to the unstable fuel system.

"All but a few Providers were built with piston engines, with the two jets added later." Camille said.

It was an easy step up into the side of the cargo plane.

"It's a lot bigger than the C-46 or C-47. The rear ramp is a nice touch for loading and unloading." Young Allison said. "Those side doors on the other cargo planes looked like a hassle."

There was a raised fight deck with plenty of room and good visibility.

Savannah sat in the pilot's set. She looked over the instruments.

"The top speed is pretty low on this thing." Savannah said.

Cameron doubted the top speed was reached very often.

"The cruise speed is even slower." Cameron said.

The girls checked out all the positions and exited. Ted closed up the plane and Joe led them to the B-18 Bolo. It was derived from the DC-2 passenger plane with a modified fuselage.

"This B-18 served as a water bomber for years in fire fighting service." Joe said. "It's what saved it from the scrap yard."

Young Jesse wasn't impressed with the looks.

"It's a little homely." Young Jesse said.

Savannah previously looked over some photos on the different B-18 models. They all looked homely.

"The B-18 got a lucky break as far as a construction contract went." Cameron said. "During one of the tests between the B-18 and the B-17, the cockpit crew of the B-17 failed to unlock the controls before takeoff and wrecked the plane. The Bolo went into production and the Flying Fortress was delayed for further testing. We all know how the story played out in the end."

Savannah could see how a simple error could have a dramatic impact in the development of something. It was what they tried to do with every version of Skynet they encountered. The goal was to make it look like a failure. The longer they could make it look like a failure, the longer it would be until someone tried to put it online. Once it was online, they all knew what would happen. It was their job to prevent it.

Ted let them in through the side. The interior was empty. They checked out the cockpit and what would have been the nose gunner's position and the bombardier's position below it.

On the way back out, Camille pointed out some of the models contained a top turret in the rear section. Some contained a position with a single machine gun which could fire through the bottom of the fuselage. She reminded them again the B-23 Dragon they'd looked at earlier was the 'improved' version of the B-18 Bolo.

They left the plane. Joe led them away as Ted sealed it up.


Claire, Jesse and Sarah finished up. Jesse still wanted Sarah to at least look at a set of nipple rings up close.

Sarah was still very aroused from her sexual activity with Claire and Jesse. It left her open to the suggestion.

The three of them dressed and headed for Jesse's room. They went the back way and hoped to stay off the radar of everyone.

They arrived at Jesse's room.

Jesse remembered her pre-nursing days as she looked for the rings.

The three of them striped off their tops.

Jesse took out a set of rings and held them up to her nipples.

"I really miss these, but I'm glad I can help Precious." Jesse said. "It really means a lot to me."

Sarah heard Young Jesse was pregnant. The baby was supposed to be for Jesse.

"You're all ready when you become a mother." Sarah said.

Jesse looked very content.

"I'm really looking forward to it." Jesse said.

Claire and Sarah both wanted to be closer to Jesse.

"I can help you out sometimes." Sarah said.

Jesse smiled.

"I'm sure I'll need all the help I can get." Jesse said.

Claire already figured she would need to help Allison out. She didn't think it would be any problem to help Jesse out as well.

"I'll be there for you too, Jesse." Claire said.

Sarah took the rings and held them up to her nipples.

"I really want to do this." Sarah said. "I wanted to do this since the first time I saw Isabel with a set on."

Jesse remembered how Hot Isabel was.

"She was beautiful." Jesse said. "She was the one who gave me my rings."

There was a knock at the door.


Samantha and Riley tried to go back to 'normal'. It was going to be hard to do.

Riley knew at some point it was all going to come out. Either Derek was going to know, or Cameron was going to find out. It was probably going to be both.

Samantha brought Precious to her.

"Why don't you see what you can do and I'll track down Jesse." Samantha said.

Riley wanted to be a better mother. She wanted to try a little harder to do her job.

"Take your time." Riley said. "I'm going to have her stay with me as long as possible."

Riley opened her top.

Samantha left. She figured Jesse was busy with either Claire or back in John's room. She went to Jesse's room first. There were voices inside. They were all female. The door was closed so she knocked.

Jesse opened the door and let her in. She was a little surprised to see three topless females. She liked how her sheath was now identical to Claire's appearance.

"How do I look?" Sarah asked.

Samantha saw Sarah held the rings up to her nipples.

"You look beautiful." Samantha said.

Claire wanted to see how 'she' would look with them. She could see there was a rare opportunity for her to find out. She decided to mention it half jokingly, but she was serious.

"Do you want to try them on for me, Samantha?" Claire asked. "I can really see how I would look."

Jesse and Sarah liked the idea too.

"I watched Sheila put on a set by pushing the ends through her sheath on the ship." Sarah said.

Sarah still wasn't sure if it was the Hottest thing, or the most perverse thing, she'd ever personally witnessed. Somehow it was both.

"The piercing only takes two seconds." Jesse said. "It stings for a few seconds. Once the ring is in, it isn't bad at all. It heals fast too."

They watched Samantha take her top off.

Jesse looked around inside her dresser and found her kit.

She pierced Samantha's right nipple and put the ring in.

Sarah and Claire helped with the second one.

"Look at her." Claire said. "She looks beautiful. I can look the same way."

Sarah was 'sold' on the idea.

"I want to do it too." Sarah said. "I just need to find the right time."

Samantha went to take the rings off. She knew the piercings would heal before the day was done.

Jesse didn't see the need for Samantha to hurry.

"Unless Sarah wants to do this right now, you can leave them on for a while." Jesse said.

Samantha liked the idea. She would like to show Riley.

"Can I?" Samantha asked.

Claire was impressed Samantha would have taken them off right now.

"Do you mean you did it just for me?" Claire asked.

Samantha smiled at Claire. She was pleased at the beauty Claire provided her with through her DNA.

"Yes." Samantha said.

Samantha thanked Jesse and said she would return them soon. She took Jesse away to Riley's room.

It left Claire and Sarah alone in Jesse's room.

"I could tell you really want to do it." Sarah said.

Both of their tops were still off.

Claire looked at the image she took of Samantha on her phone.

"I do, especially now since I know what I'll look like." Claire said. "I need to wait."

Sarah thought about what Claire just said. She remembered her earlier discussion about Young Jesse.

"Why do you need to wait?" Sarah asked. "Are you….?"

Claire looked around.

"It's Allison's baby." Claire whispered. "Only a few people know."

Sarah wanted to ask about Allison, but it seemed like a bad idea. Allison tried a dozen times and they all failed. She wanted to verify exactly what the procedure was.

"It's wonderful." Sarah said. "Is it from her?"

Claire didn't think now was the time to point out she would like to have another one of her own, with John as the father.

"Yes. It was implanted." Claire said. "I'm going to go back in time if I need to and come back with this baby ready to deliver. Cameron said we can do the whole thing in five minutes time, if we need to. It's if Allison loses the one she's pregnant with now. She must have lost a dozen of them over the years. She won't do well with another failure."

Sarah knew it could get complicated.

"What happens if she has it instead?" Sarah asked.

Claire already contemplated several different scenarios.

"Allison can have 'twins', a few months apart." Claire said. "Or I can have Cameron see if one of the other Allisons in another future is having trouble. They're all my daughter, even as strange as the concept is to fathom. I would go there again to help any of them."

Sarah knew of another possibility.

"Cameron would like to have it." Sarah said.

Claire and Sarah both looked at each other. Claire was technically pregnant with Sarah's grandchild if it happened. It was all a mind trip.


Kyle's team and Allison's team were both out tracking the box truck.

There was one car of Grays which closed up to a half mile behind it. It was the two survivors of the attack against the 'Fanatics'.

Neither group of Resistance fighters was to engage the threat unless it was unavoidable. There were two drones tracking the box truck and one with each of their SUVs.

The concern they all felt right now was the box truck was a sucker play to draw them into an ambush.


Gail and Hanna trailed the other two teams which were out. They were to be additional muscle if it was needed. They were out tracking down future Grays. It was their mission. They'd done it with one Gray so far and been involved in the side operation. They'd also taken down a couple of future Scavengers.

Hanna looked down a side street when they passed it.

"There are a few taggers over there." Hanna said.

Gail glanced over and spotted them. As long as they weren't needed to immediately back up the rest of the group, they could spare a few minutes. It wouldn't take long to enact justice.

"Make sure the other teams are good." Gail said. "I'm going around the block."

Hanna checked and the other teams were clear.

"Everyone is good." Hanna said.

Gail considered the fate of their targets.

"I know two individuals who soon won't be." Gail said.

Hanna was aware small crimes led to big ones.

"Everything has a price." Hanna said.

Gail came around the block and stopped.

"Maybe we should take it one step further…." Gail said. "There's no guarantee we can permanently incapacitate them."

Gail knew if she was with Jesse they could. Jesse didn't like to fool around. She liked to make a statement. There was as much hurt as there was hate still inside Jesse. She still wanted revenge for all the things which happened to her in her future.


Mary, Laura and Leticia still needed to decompress a little. They'd been through a lot.

It was still a very warm afternoon.

Sheila wanted to offer them a few suggestions.

"We can go hang out at the beach if you want." Sheila said. "You can all have a drink or two and relax a little."

Laura looked down at her outfit.

"We didn't bring our bikinis." Laura said.

Ally glanced at the Metal girls.

"We know a few places where you don't need them." Ally said.

Cammy was up for it. She wanted to pit her beauty against the four girls with the rings who were all beautiful as well. Her face was her draw. Ally would have a little more trouble.

Leticia wondered exactly what it was.

"Is it a nude beach?" Leticia asked.

Laura was a little uncomfortable with the idea.

"I don't need any strangers to look at me." Laura said.

Merry was even more uncomfortable with the thought males would be there.

"I don't want any men to look at me." Mary said.

Sheila didn't want the girls to start out with any negative ideas.

"It's a controlled setting and it's for females only." Sheila said.

The concept seemed to catch their fancy.

CamNet took over the parent company at the nude female beach club where the incident happened before. All of the previous management team 'moved away' to other parts of the county as they all 'resigned' one by one. It was a legitimate club again.

Ally wanted to give the girls an additional incentive.

"There are private cabanas and an open bar." Ally said.

Mary thought the special girls knew a lot about it.

"It sounds like you've been there before." Mary said.

Sheila thought about all the escapades involved in their prior engagement.

"We have." Sheila said. "It was a real wild time."

"I bet." Laura said. "Action seems to follow you around."

Cammy wanted some clarity to her statement.

"We follow the action around." Cammy said. "There's a difference."

Leticia wanted to show her support for 'Sue'.

"I'd feel safe anywhere when Sue's around." Leticia said. "I'm in."

Laura wanted to know how far they could go.

"Are we allowed to hook up?" Laura asked.

Mary frowned.

Sheila didn't want any discontent in the ranks.

"I kind of hoped we would all hook up with each other." Sheila said.

Mary was good with the idea.

"It's all I need." Mary said.

Leticia thought all the 'special girls' were wonderful.

"Me too…." Leticia said.

Laura smiled. She was always ready for a drink, preferably a stiff one.

"You girls always can deliver." Laura said. "Let's get some booze. Things can pick up from there."

The girls all began to picture various hookups and combinations. It was what they all wanted.


The Terminator awaited the arrival of the rest of the females. It was a few more minutes before the next two females arrived. They both looked a little groggy but they were fully dressed. They sat in the two chairs which were already in the room.

He could see the scrawny man looked a little more relaxed. He figured he probably shot up with the drugs intended for the females.

He could hear the customer finish up where he was at. He left the room within a minute. Three minutes later the other female arrived. She was still putting her top on.

"It's all of them." The scrawny man said. "I'd start on her last."

The Terminator listened to the scrawny man walk away. He walked to the door and carefully opened it. He saw the scrawny man go into a room next to the front area. He turned around and looked at the females.

"How many of you know how to drive?" The Terminator asked.

The first two, and the last female, raised their hands.

"Who's in charge here?" The Terminator asked.

The first female got a disgusted look on her face.

"He goes by the name, Trojan." The first female said. "I doubt he's ever actually worn one."

The Terminator looked at the five girls.

"I'll be back." The Terminator said.

He quickly exited the room. He moved back to the rear of the hall. He could still hear one man talking. By the pauses in the conversation, he figured it was someone on the phone. It sounded as if the conversation was contentious. He heard the phone call end.

"Same to you…." The man said after the phone was disconnected.

The Terminator opened the door and walked in. The man behind the desk looked surprised. Before he could say anything, he snapped his neck. He went through his pockets. He took his phone and a set of keys. There was a safe on the floor next to the desk. The door on it was open. It would save him some time. He reached inside of it and took out all of the cash. There was a lot of it. He could also see there was a quantity of drugs there. He took those out as well.

He opened a door on the side of the room. It was a restroom. He dumped the drugs into the toilet and flushed it. He went back out into the hall and went to the rear door. He pulled open two large manual bolts and opened the door. There was a four door sedan sitting outside. It was the same make as the insignia on the keys.

He went back inside and collected the females. They were all still exactly where he'd left them earlier.

"Let's go." The Terminator said. "Make sure everyone stays up with me."

The five girls all hurried along behind him.

"Where are we going?" The first female asked.

The Terminator ushered them outside.

"You're going for a ride." The Terminator said. "You can take Trojan's car, he won't need it."

The females were a little confused.

"Are we getting out of here?" The second female asked.

The Terminator gave them a brief explanation. He handed them the keys and the stack of money. He told them to drive a couple of cities away and dump the vehicle. They were on their own after they did.

He watched them get in and drive away. He looked back at the building. He decided to leave the scrawny man up in the front. He would let him try to explain to his superiors what happened. More than likely he would find Trojan at some point and probably panic. He would probably take off. When they caught him, if they did, he was going to have a lot of cash on him and probably a quantity of drugs which he used to inject the girls with.

The Terminator decided to give the interior one more look. He made his way back up towards the front after he looked in each room. When he reached the door before the front area, he saw the scrawny man lying on the floor. There was a needle stuck in his arm. It appeared he'd given himself an overdose. The Terminator exited out the front after he turned the 'Closed' sign so it faced out. He didn't torch the building because of the nature of its construction. There were other businesses which could be affected during the daytime. It would also attract more of the same group to try to find out what happened. He was sure he would be back. He headed to his SUV. CamNet gave him his next target.


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Temporal Mission:

Past Timeline:

November 23 1963

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The two men moved along the railroad tracks. They didn't see anyone else out. They were both a little surprised to see they still carried all of their cash.

"Who do you think did this?" The desk clerk asked.

The uncle was very upset about it.

"I don't know." The uncle said. "The more I think about it, the more I'm worried about it."

The desk clerk was very worried about it too.

"It's clear someone gave us a warning of the highest magnitude." The desk clerk said.

The uncle still didn't like it.

"They were able to walk right up behind us, without us ever knowing." The uncle said. "You're right about how they could have killed us several times. They could have robbed us too. They didn't. They went out of their way to make us think we were going to die. They wanted us to know they let us live."

The desk clerk was worried about going into work tomorrow. Well, it wasn't tomorrow anymore, it was later on today. Normally he would have put the grab on the girls and been there the next day to deflect any questions when they arose like he normally did. Normally there were no questions. He was always more than willing to show the authorities the hotel register if they wanted to see it.

"I don't know if I should go into work later on." The desk clerk said. "Maybe something will happen."

The uncle didn't think they should change their routine.

"You need to act like nothing happened." The uncle said. "We didn't actually do anything."

The desk clerk wasn't so sure. He thought it was more a matter of definition.

"I don't know." The desk clerk said.

The two men approached the section houses for the railroad workers. They were all brought up from south of the border to handle the track work. Most of them used to work on the railroad's line in Mexico before it was nationalized and taken away from them. The workers were more than happy to follow a steady paycheck, even if it was half of what others earned.

They were more than a little disappointed to see there were no clothes out. they would have to wear their 'soiled' pants until they could go home and change.

"Well, it's one strike out." The uncle said. "I sure hope my truck is there."

The desk clerk wasn't sure what would await them when they arrived.

"I sure hope the police aren't." The desk clerk said.

When they were four blocks away from the hotel, they left the railroad right of way and moved along the streets. They quickly made their way to the rear of the hotel.

The uncle was relieved to see his pick up truck.

"That's a relief." The uncle said. "Let's get it and go."

The two men approached the truck. The uncle opened the driver's door and stood there. He could see there was a piece of paper with a knife stuck in it on the seat.

"You better take a look at this." The uncle said.

The desk clerk became concerned. He hurried over to the driver's door.

"It looks like someone left you a message." The desk clerk said.

The uncle look around the area nervously.

"What's it say?" The uncle said. "I don't have my specs with me."

The desk clerk wasn't so sure it would matter if he did or not. He pulled the knife out of the seat and handed it to his uncle. He picked up the note. He could see there was writing on it but he couldn't quite read it.

"Give me your lighter, if you still have it." The desk clerk said.

The uncle took his lighter out of his pocket. He was glad it hadn't been taken.

"I'll hold it." The uncle said. "Read it to me."

The desk clerk found the note somewhat troubling.

"I know what you did last night." The desk clerk said. "I'll be watching you."

The uncle looked around the area again. He was sure they were under observation.

"Is there anything on the back?" The uncle asked.

The desk clerk turned the note over.

"If you ever try to do it again, you won't see the sun rise." The desk clerk said.

The uncle wanted to get out of there.

"We're all going to die." The uncle said.

The two men quickly got into the truck.

The uncle went to start the engine. The engine turned over slowly.

"Come on, baby." The uncle said.

The truck didn't start. He tried the key again. There was just a 'clicking' noise.

"Get out and push." The uncle said.

Normally the desk clerk would complain about having to do it. Right now he just wanted to get home. He went to the back of the truck and pushed it a short distance. The truck started. He hurried back and got inside.

"You're going to wash the seat once we get back." The uncle said.

The desk clerk thought it was the least of his worries right now.


It was very reassuring to Young Allison to have Cameron lay down next to her. She fell asleep once Cameron took her hand.

She was outside the building she'd been out earlier. She went to enter. Somehow she was back on the upper floor again where she'd been previously. She could see the door up ahead wasn't tightly closed. There were voices. They sounded very familiar.

"What are we going to do with the Frenchmen?"

"We're going to leave him here."

"The rifle is ready to fire. The target just made the turn on to the plaza."

Young Allison moved closer to the doorway. It sounded like her voice.

She looked in through the gap. She could see Cameron was in there. Cameron moved slightly to get a better vantage point. When she did, she could see herself in the room holding the rifle with a silencer and scope on it. She was about to take the shot.

Right away a red flag went up. It wasn't her as she appeared right now. It was her from a year or two ago. It was the age she was at when she was originally supposed to go on her temporal mission. Now she wondered if this was another timeline version of herself and Cameron. There was a lot of speculation there was another version of her in the past timeline. She was sure it was the version of her which interacted with Sheila and Cammy in the past.

She heard the series of shots and watched herself shoot. Cameron immediately took the rifle from her. She placed it on the ground next to the man they'd identified earlier as the 'Frenchmen'.

"I saw the head shot happen from the grassy knoll."

"I don't think the other shooters could see us. We couldn't see them."

"I guess it doesn't matter. The patsy will take the rap for this anyway."

Young Allison now wondered if she'd actually delivered two of the shots at the President from two different locations a few seconds a part. With temporal activity, it was entirely possible. She realized there could be twenty of her standing around by a garage and house somewhere at some point in time.

Cameron scanned Young Allison's hand as she slept. She could tell Young Allison was under a lot of stress in her dream. Her heartbeat picked up considerably. She figured it was a nightmare of some sort. She gently squeezed Young Allison's hand.

"It's only a dream." Cameron whispered in her ear. "You're the master of your own mind."

She repeated it several times. Soon Young Allison was calmer. Her heartbeat returned to normal.

Cameron could see a faint glow to the darkness of the sky. She knew it would be sunrise soon. She was ready to get started for the day. She wanted to get Young Allison a good breakfast and head over to the railroad station.


Big Brute

Always beware of the ones
Who shout and hoot
It's their own horn
Which they honk and toot

For those with a brain
Who are quite astute
It doesn't take much
To see what won't compute

Facts are always the facts
Still some want to dispute
It's only their own heads
Which they distort and pollute

One plus one is two
It's a mathematical absolute
Which only an ignorant imbecile
Would try to refute and dispute

Keep a lookout of those around
Some are very willing to persecute
No one likes to be bullied
Or picked on by a big brute

Nobody