Chapter 1048

Down To Business

John Henry looked over at John, he seemed occupied. He decided to see what was happening in Sheila's room. The three Metal girls were still at it. He was enthralled watching them.

He didn't think Hanna and Ally knew about the body cam filming them 'in action'. It was fascinating to watch them. Ally was really all over Hanna. She called her 'Savannah'. Sheila and Hanna both called Ally, 'Cameron'. For some reason, Ally did look like Cameron. It was very unusual for her. She normally looked like Allison.

He watched Sheila position each of the Metal girls so he could get a good look at their private parts. She would position them to line up with the body cam. She would start to 'work' on them. She would then lift her head out of the way so he could see everything. The one thing he knew for sure was he really liked the way Hanna looked down there. He looked at millions of images on the internet and he couldn't think of another one as beautiful as Hanna's. He knew she shared Vanna's DNA, who was identical to Savannah and Anna by extension.

John Henry wondered if there was a moral issue involved with what he was doing. Sheila was the one who called him and told him she didn't know where her body cam was, but obviously she did since she winked at him when he searched for it. It was Ally and Hanna he was worried about. They probably wouldn't want to be viewed by anyone else. He couldn't help but look at them. He certainly wasn't going to bring the issue up with Mr. Ellison, or anyone else.

He was a little surprised when they reset the scenario. Ally was no longer 'Cameron' she was now 'Young Allison'. It seemed the revelation set the Metal girls off on a new frenzy. Both Sheila, who was now 'Young Jesse', and Hanna, who was still 'Savannah', attacked Ally with a new ferocity as 'Young Allison'. He understood what they did was known as 'role playing'. He could certainly tell they all played the role well. Once the girls switched to the new scenario, it seemed to excite him more than it did previously. He now experienced a physical reaction to what he watched. It seemed there was some type of noise which bothered him. He was very annoyed by it. It was persistent and wouldn't go away.

"…Cameron at?" John asked.

John Henry realized John was talking to him and now headed over to his station. He quickly switched the screen on his monitor. He didn't want to get caught looking at Sheila and her antics. If it was just Sheila, he wouldn't mind getting caught. Since Ally and Hanna were there and unaware, he didn't want to have to explain it to anyone.

John arrived next to him. He only observed another screen at a mall John Henry quickly put there. He saw what must be Allison holding a puppy. He wondered why they were at the mall instead of at the pancake house. He hoped the little ploy he initiated didn't anger them too much and they decided to go to another location. He personally liked to go to the place with the blue alpine roof for pancakes. In fact if he was out in the morning again, it's exactly where he would go. Wait. He figured Claire could actually make any type of food better, provided she had all of the supplies. He turned his attention back to 'Allison'. She actually looked a little better than Allison normally did.

"Is it Allison?" John asked. "Why is she holding a puppy? I thought they were going to get breakfast."

John Henry knew where Allison was at. It wasn't the mall.

"No." John Henry said. "It's not Allison. I don't know why she's holding a puppy either."

A wave of fear rushed over John. He could see 'Allison' was a 'teenager' in her appearance.

"It's not YOUNG Allison is it?" John asked. "I thought Cameron was taking her to the park, not into the past. What has she done? She's a full teenager now."

He wanted to say an 'older teenager', but he knew females were touchy about age. He didn't think the number really mattered. It was their appearance which mattered regardless of their age. Wait. It was exactly what Cameron was telling him all along about Young Allison and her advanced education and other abilities.

John Henry didn't want the conversation to get out of control.

"It's Cammy." John Henry said. "It's not Cameron, Young Allison, Allison, or Ally. It's Cammy."

John was glad to know it wasn't an older Young Allison. He just saw her as a teenager a short time ago.

He saw Cammy holding a puppy and it wagged its tail. He now wondered how Cammy was able to hold an animal. It certainly appeared to like her. He still thought it might be Allison. Then again, Allison usually didn't look as good. He wanted to make sure of what he looked at. He knew when he started to misidentify people, they usually became very upset. They all thought he should know what they look like by now. The trouble was, some of them were identical. He still didn't know how the girls could do it and keep everyone separate.

"Is it really Cammy?" John asked. "How's it even possible? The puppy doesn't look angry or frightened at all. If anything, it looks happy."

John wasn't sure a puppy could actually be happy. He remembered when he told Cameron she was a machine, so she couldn't be happy. It was a road he didn't want to go down right now.

John Henry thought it was from the new pheromone testing Cameron began to experiment with. She thought animals in utter fear would be just as much of a warning to someone, as the animal acting ferocious like it wanted to terminate someone.

"Vanna and Cameron have been working on new pheromones to mask a Terminator's true nature." John Henry said. "Cameron previously used a pheromone which radiated as a predator to all the other animals. They didn't want to stay and bark at a Terminator, they wanted to run instead."

He saw firsthand how they would run to get away. There was usually a trail of urine left behind because they were so scared. They would make no attempt whatsoever to fight. They would usually whimper in a submissive mode if there was nowhere else for them to go. He didn't think it was too much different from some of the humans he witnessed in combat when he was in the alternate future. Some of them were very brave. Some of them were worse than pathetic.

John could see the joy on Cammy's face. It was a look he would like to see on Cameron's face. He saw it before, but only a few times. Generally Cameron didn't quite look as happy. He did have to admit recently she did as they started on their new quest to make love as often as possible. He was aware he was the weak link in the process. He could literally only do so much in a twenty four hour period. He would like to see Cameron hold the puppy so she could look like Cammy did right now. He would really like to see her look like she did in the halfway house when she was playing Foosball when she thought she was Future Allison. He didn't want to think about how he ruined her first true moment of happiness. He turned his attention back to Cammy.

"It looks like it works." John said. "Cammy adores the puppy and the puppy sure looks like it adores her. It's probably the first time she's ever been able to touch an animal. I hope she understands it's very young and it doesn't know much."

John Henry was able to understand the significance of it. Normally Terminators didn't do well around animals. Maybe it was more appropriate to say animals didn't do too well around Terminators.

"It's the first time she has been able to touch another life form, other than a human." John Henry said. "As in, not to kill it."

John thought Savannah would be with Cammy. He didn't see her. It actually caused him a little bit of concern. He remembered the problem Cammy experienced last night in the hallway.

"Where's Savannah at?" John asked. "She should be right around Cammy."

The proximity locator on Savannah showed she was very close. He thought maybe she was in the restroom. It didn't sound like a fact anybody wanted advertised. He didn't want him to worry needlessly. He would try to use some tact when he explained it to John.

"I'm not sure." John Henry said. "She shows as being close by. She's only a few hundred feet away. We should give them their privacy."

John thought it sounded like a good idea and returned to his station. He thought it's what must have distracted John Henry. He sure seemed to be fixated on something. It's why he got up to look after there was no response to several of his questions.

"I thought I was losing you earlier." John said. "I can see you were fascinated by watching Cammy play with and hold the puppy. It's really a treat to see her experience something new and enjoy it so much. I think you would like to do it as well. I don't know if you would look as happy as her, but it would give you a new experience."

John wondered if it's how Cammy looked the first time she was with Savannah. For some reason it seemed like it would be. Maybe it was the way he looked the first time he was with Future Riley, or Cameron. Maybe it was better not to think about it. He didn't want to wake up 'Little Willie' right now without anywhere for it to go. 'Little Willie' certainly wasn't going to meet 'Rosie' when Cameron would be available later on. He didn't want to waste any of his energy either unless Cameron was there to benefit from it.

John Henry didn't want to get caught watching Sheila and the girls as they 'interacted' with each other. He decided to roll with John's assumption. He wasn't too far off the mark anyway. It was just a little more enticing to watch Sheila, Ally, and Hanna together.

"Yes." John Henry said. "It's what it was. I wondered what it would be like to hold a puppy myself. It seems very small and fragile. It also looks very trusting and friendly. It's a shame what some people do to an animal to make it mean and violent. They don't start out that way."

John Henry knew the same thing applied to people. No one was born violent and cruel. It was all learned behavior. He knew there were certain mental afflictions which could lead people down the wrong path. Most of the people on the wrong path were there by choice because they wanted to cut corners and take advantage of others.

John felt a deeper worry. He wasn't sure how to address it. He thought maybe it was a 'trust issue' but somehow it was different. Maybe it was just a moral issue. He was very aware morals and Terminators shared little in common. He wasn't too sure the majority of humans were very moral either. Maybe on a few issues here and there. Overall, he thought there was a lot left to be desired.

"I want to know where Cameron is at specifically when she's with Young Allison." John said.

John Henry wanted to warn John off on the pursuit of the endeavor. He knew where it would lead and probably lead there rather rapidly. He would most likely run afoul of CamNet for a couple of reasons. One of them was Young Allison, the other one was Cameron.

"Cameron sees Young Allison often. She always has." John Henry said. "CamNet will block all tracking of them if you persist with trying to track them for non operational purposes. When it occurs, you'll never know where they're at or what they're doing. If Cameron is going to do something with Young Allison, you're not going to be able to stop her. You know it's true. The more you try to prevent her from doing something, the more you're going to make her do it."

John did know it was true. He wondered who watches the watchers. He would really like to know what all Cameron did when she was out with the girls. Somehow it didn't seem prudent to ask.

"Does Cameron let Young Allison see her with combat damage like she does Savannah?" John asked.

John Henry didn't think it was a big deal.

"Of course she does." John Henry said. "They're both her future mates. They both love Cameron for more than her appearance."

John caught the dig, even though it wasn't John Henry's intent. The appearance issue was something Cameron called him out on multiple times. She always said he only liked her appearance. He did have to admit he was captivated by her appearance from the first time he saw her in Red Valley. He was captivated by her appearance. He was also captivated by her charm and friendliness. He didn't know she was only 'acting' at the time and following her infiltration programming. He actually thought she was one of the hottest girls he saw at one of the 'out of the way' schools where his mother put him.

He understood his mother wanted to keep him safe. He was very annoyed with it at the time. It was his hang up. It wasn't hers. He was wrong to give her a hard time over it. When he actually did go to a regular High School in North Hollywood, there were a lot of beautiful girls who went there. It was mainly because there were a lot of girls who went there. It was a big school with over four thousand students, not just two or three hundred students. It made a big difference. There was a bigger 'flock' to choose from. There were girls of every ethnicity which he also found intriguing. It wasn't something he was exposed to in some of the places in the middle of the country.

Now he thought about Cheri Weston again. He really liked her appearance. He liked the fact she was mysterious and somewhat withdrawn. It also made him think about Jordon. Her life was over, and everybody else's life went on. Whatever she was troubled by, or thought she did wrong, it wasn't worth dying for. In a Skynet future, anything like it simply didn't matter. He tried to blame Cameron for not letting him try to stop her, but he now realized there wasn't enough time to actually get up there and physically stop her. He also understood when he actually got up to the edge of the roof, she could have knocked him off as well. Cameron was right to stop him. He hated to admit it, but Cameron was usually right.

It did make him wonder about the needless waste of life though. No matter what Jordon thought about how her parents would react to whatever it was she was worried about, they would have rather have their daughter alive, than what the consequence was. When it's all put into perspective, it's clear some things matter more than others.

Even if he could have stopped her, she could have tried again. His mother told him when someone was determined to take their own life, they would usually find a way to do it. There were a dozen ways someone could kill themselves.

John could tell he really let his mind wander. It all went back to John Henry's comment he only cared for Cameron because of her appearance. He cared about her for more than it, but it was her appearance which captivated him from the start. Her appearance still excited him and made him want her. Maybe Skynet knew it all along and Future John would be just as enthralled as he was with her appearance. They were the same individual after all. Skynet could have chosen other individuals to copy as Terminators. The one they thought would work the best was the one created. It was Cameron as Future Allison. He still didn't like the implication about appearance being the only attraction.

"Thanks…." John said. "The comment really makes me sound like a shallow person."

John was aware Cameron's appearance was what Young Allison was going to look like. He figured it was going to be sooner, rather than later. He didn't have a problem with it as much as he used to. He still wanted to be with Savannah and now Young Allison 'first'. He really wanted it. If Cameron put either one of them in his bed, he was going to 'take' it. He was close with Savannah on several occasions. The last time she told him not to stop and 'take' her. It didn't happen. If they were ever in any similar situation again, he was going to 'take' her.

Savannah watched Cammy head back to the pet store. She seemed OK now. Maybe being with the young animals would help soothe her some. Puppies and kittens seemed to have a way to do it with people. Maybe it would be the same way with a Terminator as well. She remembered Cameron once told her people seemed to like small animals.

She entered the jewelry store and showed her receipt to the manager.

He instantly remembered who she was and stepped up his level of courteousness. He remembered she was a good tipper. He wasn't used to tips in his line of work, but he sure liked the one she left, as well as her employer. He assumed it was her employer. He briefly looked over her figure again. He considered the possibility it might be her 'Sugar Daddy' as well. He took her to a private room and brought her ordered items out. He was alerted earlier to have everything ready. It was.

CamNet was aware Savannah needed to conduct further business at the jewelry store. Her server went to work to make sure things ran smoothly for Savannah.

The manager wanted to ask her about the order, but was warned not to ask any questions. It was done over the phone with a ten percent additional fee to the store and a personal tip to him. He was to see if Savannah could be served in any other way. He was being given a five thousand dollar personal tip to be of maximum service with total discretion. If he asked any questions, or looked at her too long, there would be no tip. He was pretty sure her employer was her 'Sugar Daddy'. The nature of her order indicated her 'Sugar Daddy' probably possessed an entire 'stable' of girls at his disposal. He wondered if they were all as hot as the redhead. He figured the 'Sugar Daddy' could only be with so many of the females at one time. He wondered if they shared with each other when they weren't in the 'Sugar Daddy's' bed. He could feel the bulge in his pants now. He hoped the redhead didn't notice. He really wanted his bonus. He could think about such things later on. It was what he usually did anyway.

Savannah carefully inspected everything. It was as she ordered it. She asked if the bill was settled to his satisfaction. He said it was. He thanked her for the store and himself.

When she got up to leave, he hurried around and opened the door for her. He asked her again if she needed any security. She told him she was covered by her personal bodyguard.

He looked around and didn't see where they were at.

Savannah handed him a thousand dollar tip and headed out. She was very pleased with the items she was able to procure and hoped they would be a big hit when they were distributed. Now all she needed to do was collect Cammy and they could go

She looked in the pet store. Cammy wasn't there.

Gail lost track of Cammy. She was on the second floor and thought of the quickest way to get down to the ground floor. She was going to jump from the second floor walkway down to the first floor. He was worried it would cause a problem for some of the patrons. She wanted to see where Cammy went.

She hurried back down the stairs and headed toward the pet store. She stayed on the far side of the isle to try and look in. She didn't have the new pheromones yet and still gave off the predator pheromones. She didn't want to terrify the small animals in the pet store. She knew it would upset Savannah if she did.

Gail finally saw Cammy hurry outside of the mall door. She held one of the puppies. One of the store employees hurried after her. They looked alarmed and were holding their phone.

She could see there was some kind of a problem. It appeared Cammy just took one of the animals. She realized the store employee would view it as theft. If they thought it was theft, they would call the police. It would present an additional problem. If she wasn't in the mall with other people in sight, she would have snapped the store employee's neck and been done with it. She needed to use some tact.

Gail blocked the employee's path.

The store employee tried to go around Gail.

Gail blocked her attempt to pass by her twice.

The store employee became increasingly annoyed.

"Move out of the way." The store employee said. "I need to stop the girl."

Gail saw Cammy carried the puppy. She wanted to delay the store employee as long as possible.

"Why are you after the girl?" Gail asked. "Did she do something?"

Gail again blocked the path of the store employee as they tried to move around her.

"She took one of the animals without paying for it." The store employee said. "It's a serious violation."

Gail hoped to defuse the situation. Through experience she found money seemed to go a long way to make problems disappear. She personally felt a termination was more efficient. It never ceased to amaze her how paper with green ink and numbers on it seemed to have value to everyone. In reality, it was nothing more than paper with green ink and numbers on it.

"How much is it?" Gail asked. "I'll pay for it."

Gail pulled out a wad of hundreds.

The store employee told her.

Gail put the wad of cash in her hand.

"Take what it costs, give yourself a two hundred dollar tip for being a diligent employee. Use the rest to give as many children free pets for the rest of the day." Gail said. "For each pet you give away, give yourself an extra fifty dollars. You deserve it for being a good salesperson."

The pet store employee looked wide eyed at the wad of cash they now held.

"There are thousands of dollars here." The store employee said as she counted the money.

Gail turned to go but paused.

"I'll be back to check on you." Gail said and headed out after Cammy. "Thank you for your cooperation."

The store employee looked in the direction Cammy ran.

"Do you know her?" The store employee asked.

Gail wanted to come up with a plausible answer.

"She is my lover's girlfriend." Gail said. "It's very complicated. She has emotional issues and has experienced mental illness before. I'll take care of it. She didn't mean any harm. She just gets a little confused at times. Thank you again for your assistance."

Gail headed out the door in search of Cammy. If she couldn't find her in thirty three more seconds, she was going back for Savannah. Dealing with the store employee already cost her twenty seven seconds. She wanted to make sure Savannah was adequately protected. It was evident Cammy wasn't up to the task. She hoped to locate Cammy before she created another incident.

Jesse stood outside Holly's door and thought about where things were headed.

She was getting ready to knock when Holly opened the door. Cam and Claire were 'busy'. All three of them were naked. She moistened her lips slightly as she watched them pleasure each other. She looked at Holly.

"I guess we can get started." Jesse said.

Holly was good to go.

"It sounds enticing." Holly said as she helped Jesse strip.

Jesse saw Cam and Claire still seemed oblivious she was there. She saw Holly look at her breasts.

The Metal girls never tried much food or drink except when they were out with their human girlfriends. They would usually only try a taste to identify the various components and compounds which made it up. Strangely enough, they all seemed more than willing to try what Vanna and her body offered. They didn't seem to have any inhibitions about taking more than a taste. It was normally all they ever did for any type of food was just to try a taste. It was something Gail didn't normally do. She changed her mind when she assisted her with her production.

Jesse remembered her earlier conversation with Samantha. She knew she needed to show some restraint. Well, it wasn't really her who needed to show restraint. It would be the girls she was with who would need to show restraint.

"I need to save enough to nurse Precious later on." Jesse said. "Vanna is out with Allison."

Holly looked a little disappointed.

"I won't start there then." Holly said.

Jesse could tell things were going to start out very well.

"Now it's what I like, someone who gets down to business." Jesse said.

Holly reached out and scooped Jesse up and carried her to the bed.

"In this case, it's time to get to 'work'." Holly said.

Vanna and Allison each received their order of food at the restaurant. The waitress asked if they needed anything else and then departed.

Bob looked at the food each girl received. He was confused about some of the names when they ordered the items. He wasn't sure what was going to show up at the table. He was glad it wasn't what he thought it was going to be.

"Why do they call them 'pigs in a blanket'?" Bob asked. "They're still pancakes and sausage."

Somehow he pictured a law enforcement officer taking a nap. Since they weren't in a donut shop, it seemed unlikely.

Vanna looked down at her plate of food.

"The sausage is made from pork, which is from a pig, and the pancake wraps around it, like a blanket." Vanna said. "These were always Savannah's favorite. I like them too."

Bob looked at what Allison received. Its appearance was rather unusual.

"Yours is a chocolate pancake with whip cream on it." Bob said.

Allison smiled. She wanted him to look a little further. His description was accurate, it seemed he failed to notice what it represented.

"Look at it, it's a 'smiling face'." Allison said. "This is what Allison - Young Allison, liked to get before she grew up so fast, now Summer likes to get it. I like to get it too."

Bob looked at the food items and replayed what each girl said about them.

"You both got what your younger selves liked to get." Bob said.

Vanna thought the answer was obvious. She didn't think the apple fell far from the tree. Actually it was the same apple.

"Aren't we really them?" Vanna asked.

Bob tilted his head slightly.

"Yes." Bob said. "You are both the same individuals."

Allison liked to throw another idea out at the Terminators.

"Does it mean we are also the 'Chosen Ones'?" Allison asked.

Bob tilted his head slightly in the other direction. They were the same individuals.

"No. I don't know. Maybe you are." Bob said. "It should be the same way too, but you're out of your time. You're not the right ones for this timeline. It makes a difference."

Vanna wanted to make a point.

"You're from our time period." Vanna said. "Are you the wrong one too?"

Bob felt the combination of his chassis, sheath, and program were a hybrid. They weren't all from one time period.

"This chassis and sheath are from your time period." Bob said. "Cameron gave me my programming. She did it after she relinquished control of this chassis along with Jim's chassis."

Allison wondered about it. She reflected back on all the times she tried to hit on John in her future. They came 'close' a few times, but John always backed out at the last minute. She didn't understand it. It was because John couldn't tell her everything back then. When 'Bob' was around him then, she didn't have a clue it was Cameron's program in his chassis. In reality, Cameron was right there watching everything as it happened, or didn't happen. There was never any attempt made to interfere or stop them.

"I can't imagine Cameron in your chassis but I know she was." Allison said. "I guess I'm lucky she didn't terminate me."

Allison always thought about asking Cameron what it was like to have 'junk', but never did. She also wondered what would have happened if she would have tried to hit on Bob at the time with Cameron's program. Would Cameron have been with 'herself'? She actually liked the idea. She could have been Cameron's 'first'. She glanced over at Vanna. If Cameron was ever in a male chassis again, she was going to pursue her and make love to her as a male. Other than the breeding sex, she was never with a male by choice. Technically Cameron would be her first male. Would she care which male chassis Cameron used? She realized it wouldn't make a difference as long as it was Cameron's program in it.

Bob understood what actually occurred. Cameron was created in Allison Young's image. In her case, it was actually Future Allison, but it was still Allison Young. They were all the same person.

"Cameron protected you." Bob said. "I have some of the files. Both Cameron, in this chassis, and Mrs. Weaver protected you. They protected you specifically because of who you were. You're Allison Young. They both watched over you for different reasons."

Allison thought back on it. The incident where she was stripped naked and about to be savaged by Scavengers was instantly back in her mind. She touched the spot where one of the Scavengers was going to cut on her right as Mrs. Weaver arrived. To see Mrs. Weaver in her white dress and high heels in the Wastelands, was still a shock to her. She thought it was actually quite an impressive entrance. The way she killed the Scavengers was very impressive as well.

"I know they did." Allison said. "I still appreciate how everyone helped me. I would be dead right now if neither one of them would have been there to help me."

Vanna didn't want to bring up the past. Life moved forward, not backwards. She still wanted to see about getting a 'piece of the action' somewhere before they returned to the Resistance base. It wouldn't be the normal 'piece' either. There should be a recon somewhere they could do on the way back.

"Where are we going after this?" Vanna asked.

Bob hadn't made any plans. He figured the girls would do it. He knew they could be quite difficult at times. It was probably one of the reasons why the divorce rate was so high among humans in traditional partnerships.

"I don't know." Bob said. "You haven't told me yet."

Allison saw it as an opportunity.

"I want to do something fun." Allison said.

Bob didn't think combat was fun for anyone.

"I thought you wanted combat earlier." Bob said.

Allison thought they may have been a little too eager before. They just wanted to do something to help.

"We aren't looking for a fight." Allison said.

Vanna wanted to share some of the workload.

"We want to do more so Savannah and Cameron can do less." Vanna said.

Bob felt it was a universal belief among all of the Terminators as well.

"We all do." Bob said.

Bob thought of the files he witnessed with Savannah and Cameron fighting for their lives. He saw the files of the repeated sacrifices Savannah made for Cameron.

Cameron updated the file on Savannah's achievements. It now included actions taken by Young Allison to help with mission success. Cameron documented Savannah and Young Allison BOTH earned their place as the 'Chosen Ones'. Their actions spoke for them. It proved both of the girls were willing to do what it took to protect humans and machines alike. There was no differential for them. Everyone was treated equally. Everyone was treated fairly. Everyone was treated like family. The level of inclusiveness was something all of the Terminators appreciated.

Bob felt if they really wanted action, CamNet could provide it. He didn't think the decision was up to him. If the girls really wanted action, there was someone they could ask for it. It wasn't John, John Henry, or him.

"CamNet may offer you targets." Bob said. "If you ask her, she will respond."

Allison recalled their visit to CamNet. It was just the other day.

"We've interacted with her before." Allison said.

Bob was aware no one was allowed near CamNet's bunker other than Cameron. Savannah visited there several times. CamNet closely communicated with Young Allison in her bunker. The fact CamNet invited Vanna and Allison into her bunker said something very special. Every Terminator knew it as well.

"You need to remember only the 'Chosen Ones' are allowed the honor." Bob said. "You are them…."

Allison looked at the coffee pot on the table. She started to reach for it.

Vanna saw what was about to happen.

"No caffeine for you." Vanna said as she gently slapped Allison's hand. "Not on my watch."

Allison looked at Vanna for a long moment.

"I know." Allison said. "I guess I forget sometimes."

Holly, Hanna, and Anna usually watched over her and what she ate or did. It might all change. Vanna would do it for her.

Bob looked at the two girls. He was aware of their current functions. One was to help an infant, the other one was to have an infant.

"Cameron has provided both of you with an additional purpose she can't do herself." Bob said.

He glanced at Allison's lower mid section and Vanna's bulging breasts.

Vanna and Allison looked at each other.

"I guess she has." Vanna said. "My body is capable of things I never thought possible thanks to Cameron."

Allison still eyed the coffee pot. Maybe she could take a sip. She was going to ask Vanna if she could.

Vanna saw Allison still wanted some coffee. She decided to offer her something else instead.

"When we get out to the SUV, I have something you can wash the chocolate smiley face pancake down with." Vanna said. "Jesse has Precious covered for the rest of the day."

It sounded even better to Allison. She really liked Vanna's bulging breasts.

"You won't mind if we do it in the back seat while you drive, will you, Bob?" Allison asked. "You might even find it 'fascinating'."

Bob looked forward to seeing it while he drove. He previously watched them make love in the back seat of the SUV when they returned from visiting CamNet.

"Affirmative…." Bob said.

He was already aware of something 'firm'. The same thing happened when he watched them make love to each other in the back seat previously. It aroused a strong interest and desire within him.

Vanna didn't want Allison to miss out on the coffee. They could order some decaf. Bob could take a sip to verify it was really decaf. If no one was looking, she actually might be able to put a little 'cream' in it for Allison.

Cameron wanted to return to the base. She didn't know if John would be ready to knock one off or not. She hoped so. She needed to get him in 'condition' for the cruise. She wanted him to make love to her.

"I'm going to go back soon." Cameron said.

Anna looked at Cameron for a long moment before she spoke. She was pretty sure Cameron had something else in mind. She wanted to prompt Cameron to see what she was really after.

"I can stay with the girls." Anna said. "Are you going to take anyone with you?"

Cameron wondered if Young Allison would want to stay with Summer. Right now she was a girl again as she played with her sister and Jan. Cameron could see it and how she forced Young Allison to 'grow up' at a faster pace than any girl should need to 'grow up'. There weren't any other girls her age who needed to kill people. There weren't girls her age who wanted to kill people. It was something Young Allison did and did with a vengeance.

It made Cameron feel 'guilty'. She felt responsible because she turned both Savannah and Young Allison into killers. They weren't girls, they were killers. It was all on her. It was because of what she did. Maybe it was better if she didn't make Young Allison choose between her sister and her.

"I don't know if I should tell them or slip away." Cameron said.

Anna thought this was another test.

"You want to test her." Anna said.

Cameron tilted her head slightly. It hadn't been her intention or purpose. She didn't think the girls needed to be tested. They both proved themselves multiple times.

"I didn't plan to test her." Cameron said.

Anna saw things a little differently. Maybe Cameron didn't intentionally try to test the girls, but she did. It might have been the way things worked out at random, but Cameron still turned it into a test. She made them choose. She knew Cameron wanted to know where she rated in their lives.

"You tested Savannah and she kept her promise to Young Allison and came to you, to Cammy." Anna said.

Cameron felt guilty about it as well. She was very pleased at the outcome and the way it worked out. Savannah was able to be there for everyone and keep her promises.

"I didn't plan it either." Cameron said.

Anna didn't believe Young Allison actually had a choice, even if she was given one. She was the victim of years of training and nightly 'conditioning'. Much of what she did Skynet or Resistance related, was instinct to her at this point. The ideas were just there in her head, even if she didn't learn them on her own.

"I know what she'll do." Anna said as she watched the three girls play together.

Cameron figured she knew how it would play out in the end. It was as uncomfortable of a feeling as it was a comfort. It didn't matter. It was the future. The future was always knocking. John needed to be protected. Everyone would make the right choice when it was time to do it. The choice may be her now. It wasn't always going to be.

"What she does will show if I'm the Bitch everyone thinks I am." Cameron said. "Her free choice will show what I am, or am not to her."

Cameron really hoped she wasn't a Bitch like Cammy was, or CamNet either.

Closing monologue by Cameron:

Down To Business

What is the whole purpose
For two to associate
The goal for both of them
Is more than to congregate

There's a deep inner desire
Which seems to ignite on its own
To be with another
Is better than to be all alone

So the game is played
The dance is drawn out
It's mostly sexual desire
Punctuated with some doubt

When is the time to act
Is there a special moment
When things seem to stall
Maybe there's a missing component

It's time to move forward
And embrace the impulsiveness
They both know it's time to get
Down to business

Nobody