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Chapter 1: Old Friends
It was at least 98 degrees in the shadows and Tyler checked the sleeves of his sweat-soaked shirt. He felt like he was burning up but he didn’t want people to stare at his scarred arms, at the prominent tattoo on the inside of his right fore-arm. Drawing attention was the last thing he wanted to do, and yet the curious and funny looks he was receiving from passers-by told him he was failing miserably. T-shirts and shorts were the dress code in the sweltering heat of the day and he looked like he could go on a polar expedition any moment now.
He stopped walking and took in his surroundings once again. An elderly man bumped into him, mumbled some words of apology and continued on his hurried way. People were always in such a hurry, unappreciative of their surroundings, taking it for granted as if it was going to last forever.
Tyler knew better. In 4 years all this would be gone. His eyes were drawn to a large sign over the entrance of a huge building: Century City Shopping Center. He shivered of icy cold despite the heat. Could he enter it? His heart began to beat erratically at the thought, his feet rooted to the pavement. Did he feel fear? Something he hadn’t felt in an extremely long time? He averted his eyes from the sign and observed the traffic, the pedestrians, everything. Across the street a woman, a man and two teens were heading for the entrance slowly and Tyler stepped back in the shadow. There was no need for them to see him just yet.
That moment would arrive soon enough. Adrenaline began to rush through his veins when he saw a young woman follow the group inconspicuously. For any other person she was a normal person but Tyler had trained himself to the extreme to be able to spot them. Quickly he crossed the street, after making sure was safe, and folded in with the crowd entering Century City Shopping Center. Only a few feet away was the young woman, a few feet in front of her the group of people she was tracking.
It threw Tyler off when the group entered the food court and the woman continued on her path. Had he been mistaken? He looked at the group from the corner of his eyes and returned his attention to his target. She had stopped and now pretended to look for something or someone while she slowly turned.
Tyler walked straight past her and sat down on a small bench. He knew who her target was, who he had been assigned to to protect. As long as she didn’t detect and indentify him, he would have the element of surprise if it would come down to a battle. He lowered his head and studied the knuckles of his right hand, hiding his face when he felt her scan the crowd for possible threats to her mission.
“That’s odd,” Derek frowned, turning his head a little in the direction where the familiar man had gone.
“What’s odd?” Sarah asked absently, smiling friendly at the waitress when she came to take their orders.
“It’s probably nothing,” Derek answered slowly when he couldn’t find the man.
It had probably been someone who had looked like him. Still just the thought of the Devil possibly being here made his stomach churn uncontrollably and he had to fight to keep his breakfast down. If he was here, who was left in the future to reprogram the infiltrators sent by Skynet, and more importantly what had happened in the future that he had been sent here? John would have nothing to gain by sending another one of his best man back. Unless John was dead.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” John quipped after he had given the waitress his order.
“It’s nothing,” Derek said annoyed, looking at the people again. “Nothing for me, miss,” he smiled friendly when the waitress asked him for his order.
He looked at Cameron and saw what could be considered a look of understanding on her face. It confirmed his biggest fear.
“We need to leave,” Derek rose to his feet. “It’s not safe here.”
“We only just got here,” John protested fiercely.
A young woman approached the entrance of the food court and Derek saw the tall figure of the Devil rise behind her. The Devil, respected and feared by all in the future, the only man Derek had ever known to attack the infiltrators barehanded for the fun of it and he was here.
“We need to leave,” Cameron echoed, yanking John to his feet and shoving him in the opposite direction, away from the young woman and her shadow.
Tyler followed the infiltrator in stealth mode as she zeroed in on her primary target. Her hand reached back for the concealed weapon tucked in the waistband of her jeans. This was the sign he had been waiting for. His right hand locked firmly around her forearm and the woman whirled around quickly, taking a firm swing at him which he dodged with great ease. As soon as she saw him she somehow appeared confused as to who had stopped her from executing her mission and she tilted her head a little.
“Hello,” Tyler chuckled amused, pushing her away from him roughly.
The customers at the food court screamed and struggled to get away as fast as possible when the woman slammed into the counter, breaking everything on her path. She got to her feet quickly and reached for her handgun, not losing sight of her initial target.
“Looking for this?” Tyler asked, holding up the gun before tossing it into the fountain next to the food court.
As to be expected of an infiltrator she wasn’t impressed and focused on her target again. Slowly she began to clear a path towards Sarah but Tyler cut her off in the middle, pushing her roughly to the floor. Sarah woke up from her daze, turned on her heels and left the food court in a hurry.
The machine rose to its feet again and settled for its secondary target: the interfering factor of its mission.
“Who the hell was that?” Sarah demanded to know when she caught up with the rest.
“Lieutenant General TJ Devlin,” Cameron answered at the same time as Derek replied: “The Devil.”
“What?” Sarah shook her head in confusion. “One at the time, please,” she said when she saw them both open their mouth simultaneously. “Cameron?”
“Lieutenant General TJ Devlin,” Cameron repeated her answer.
“Derek?”
“The Devil,” Derek said with disdain.
“Okay, someone explain?” John chimed in. “Cameron, who is he?”
“Tyler Jess Devlin, Lieutenant General of TechCom, leader of the division IntelliTech, J-S-4-9-7-2-8, born on February 17th, 1991. He grew up in Century City, attended Campo de Cahuenga High School, imprisoned at Century in 2015, 2019, from 2021 to 2022 and in 2024. Served under John Connor from 2021, reached the rank of Lieutenant General in 2025. Sole survivor of the siege of IntelliTech Base in December 2025. Third in command of Tech-Com. He’s John’s best programmer. Operational as Jester and Devil.”
“He’s the Devil, alright,” Derek snorted with contempt.
Sarah frowned and tilted her head a little as she thought about the information Cameron had given her. Derek’s opinion was tainted and thus irrelevant. Why had he been sent back if he was so important in the future? It didn’t make sense to her.
“You said he attended the high school you’re attending now,” Sarah began as they rushed towards the exit. “Do you or John know him?”
“Not yet,” Cameron answered with what best could be described as a smile. “But we will,” she looked at John.
“And what do you know about him, Derek?” John felt compelled to ask since his mother didn’t.
“A loner with quite a few bats in his belfry. He’s the one who convinced you that those tin cans could actually serve the resistance. Always tinkering with those metalheads in his downtime. Withdrawn, secretive, and yet the men and women who served and survived under him think the world of him.”
“He leads IntelliTech. What’s that?” John asked.
“A group of computer geeks with an obsession for the very machines that are trying to kill them,” Derek said sarcastically.
Cameron took over the conversation: “IntelliTech was founded in 2018 as an answer to Skynet’s H-K’s. When in 2021 the Human Resistance, better known as Tech-Com, was founded, John Connor and TJ Devlin joined forces and IntelliTech became a division of Tech-Com.”
“You spoke of a siege and that he’s a sole survivor,” Sarah offered, hoping to find out more about the mystery man.
“Yes,” Cameron confirmed. “The fall of IT was the result of one man’s betrayal.”
“This Devlin?” John was curious to know.
“No,” Cameron answered simply. “Lieutenant General Devlin had nothing to gain with the fall of ITBase and everything to lose.”
“Meaning?” Derek ventured to ask.
“He lost everything that night, except his life,” Cameron replied.
“Stop talking in goddamn riddles,” Sarah sighed exasperated.
“I don’t have any detailed files on ITBase and the siege. Only what John told me,” Cameron explained.
“Did he ever mention the name of the traitor?” Derek looked at Cameron curiously.
“Who? TJ or John?” Cameron countered in a way that resembled being confused.
“Either one?” Derek offered.
“No, it’s not part of my mission,” Cameron stated matter-of-factly.
“Should we wait for him?” John suggested, an intense feeling of curiosity seizing control.
“No, that’s tactically dangerous. He will find us if he wants to. We need to leave,” Cameron increased her pace when she caught sight of their car, almost turning it into running.
“Can’t you help him?” John was quick to follow.
“The Devil doesn’t need any help, does he, Cameron?” Derek emphasized her name to show his discontent with the machine having a name. “Tin cans like yourself would like to stay away from him as far as possible.”
“I don’t experience fear,” Cameron climbed in the passenger seat of the car.
“No, but the very fact he exists messes with your programming, right?”
“I have no recollection of it, but I am not afraid of him.”
“Well, I should be if I were you,” Derek grinned haughtily. “And you know exactly why.”
“Enlighten us,” Sarah said annoyed, getting behind the wheel.
“Not only is the Devil John’s best programmer, he’s also a terminator-terminator,” Derek chuckled amused. “He absolutely does not fear the machine, attacking them unarmed is a sport for him. There’s nothing that man doesn’t know about those metal bastards.”
“I know,” Cameron said coolly. “He reprogrammed me together with John. For that I cannot be scared of him.”
“Stupid machine,” Derek growled, turning to look out the window. For him this conversation was over.
“What do you know about this Devlin? Aside from the obvious statistics,” Sarah asked before she started the engine.
“Not much. He and John will be best friends,” Cameron shrugged.
“Did he,” Sarah paused as she let the car pull out of the parking lot. “Did he have a family?”
Cameron turned to face Sarah, glancing at John over her shoulder for the briefest of moments, before turning her attention completely to Sarah: “Not really.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. A simple straight answer would suffice. This beating around the bush gave her a headache. She rubbed her forehead softly.
“Explain?” She sighed, looking in the rearview mirror. “Not really? What does that mean?”
“It means that he had a sweetheart but no one knew who,” Derek added to the conversation. “Only Devlin, his troops and John knew. Which lead to numerous rumors about his or her identity.”
“Seriously, Derek, that guy can’t be gay,” John stated firmly.
“Then why all the secrecy?” Derek countered. “Why were the ‘other’ troops not allowed to go to ITBase and hang out with them? Why was everything so hush-hush? They had someone cooped up with them there, and the rest wasn’t allowed to know about it.”
“I don’t know,” John said lowly. “You’re asking me for answers about things I have done that I still will have to do.”
Sarah’s brow furrowed and she bit the inside of her lower lip as she tried to piece together what she had just learned about this Devlin. An unidentifiable feeling rose from deep within the pit of her stomach. The look in the man’s eyes when their gazes had met for the briefest of moments. She hadn’t thought much of it until now. Had it been recognition, as she had immediately had thought it to be?
It also could be a just a coincidence, a trick played on her mind, but her instinct told her that it had been the first possibility. Devlin knew her, had known her, would know her. She shook her head fiercely to rid her mind of those confusing thoughts. Until only one question remained: why was Devlin here?
And unless they saw him again, the answer would never come.
“Could you at least try and stay in your own lane, mom?” John squeaked from the backseat.
“Oh, yes, sorry,” Sarah said weakly, swerving the car back into the right lane.
The woman sized up Tyler, her eyes flashing red as new mission data entered her program.
“Lieutenant General Tyler Jess Devlin?” She asked mechanically.
“The one and only,” Tyler grinned. “Sure took you long enough to identify me.”
The machine kept quiet.
“I know you have had a mission priority change, darlin’,” Tyler chuckled amused, keeping a close eye on the infiltrator. “Which one is it? Kill me or retreat?”
The machine didn’t answer.
“C’mon, darlin’, don’t keep me in suspense.”
Her eyes flashed red again and she began to back away.
“Where you going?” Tyler asked darkly. “Ah, it’s retreat. Too bad, ‘cause it ain’t gonna happen.”
Tyler knew that the machines knew no fear and that what could be described as fear was called survival mode. Programmed to complete their mission any way possible, a survival mode was essential, just like reroute. Sometimes they go bad and nobody knows why. Well, almost nobody.
“You okay, mom?” John asked concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Sarah mumbled, climbing the steps to the porch.
“You sure?” John persisted. “You kinda look confused.”
“Wouldn’t you be? Don’t you wonder how many more have you sent back from the future to keep us safe?” Sarah snapped at her son. “Another one to die for the greater cause?”
Sarah didn’t want to analyse this in front of Derek and the tin miss. It worried her beyond all reason that she had frozen up when the terminator had targeted her, like it had been a déjà-vu. A lone warrior had stopped the machine, just like one had 23 years ago. Not Derek, not Cameron, not herself, but a mysterious man who had appeared from nowhere.
Why hadn’t she acted on her instincts when she had felt that something had been awry? It should’ve been a fun outing to celebrate the start of the summer holiday and it had turned into having to flee… again.
John wasn’t the only one who wanted to stop running but as long as Skynet were to exist, it would keep sending back terminators in time to erase the past and secure its future. She was tired of running, of fighting but she knew she could never give up, any sign of weakness wasn’t permitted because it would send the wrong signal to her son.
“I don’t know, mom,” John mumbled sadly. “I don’t know why I keep sending back those poor souls… With everything that we have changed in this time you’d think we’d put a stop to it but they keep coming and I keep sending back these soldiers to protect us. Kyle, Uncle Bob, Cameron, Derek and his crew, and now this Devlin guy… Will it never end?”
Sarah swallowed hard and looked away, trying to collect her thoughts long enough to give him a straight and honest answer but the right words refused to come and she remained silent.
He stopped walking and took in his surroundings once again. An elderly man bumped into him, mumbled some words of apology and continued on his hurried way. People were always in such a hurry, unappreciative of their surroundings, taking it for granted as if it was going to last forever.
Tyler knew better. In 4 years all this would be gone. His eyes were drawn to a large sign over the entrance of a huge building: Century City Shopping Center. He shivered of icy cold despite the heat. Could he enter it? His heart began to beat erratically at the thought, his feet rooted to the pavement. Did he feel fear? Something he hadn’t felt in an extremely long time? He averted his eyes from the sign and observed the traffic, the pedestrians, everything. Across the street a woman, a man and two teens were heading for the entrance slowly and Tyler stepped back in the shadow. There was no need for them to see him just yet.
That moment would arrive soon enough. Adrenaline began to rush through his veins when he saw a young woman follow the group inconspicuously. For any other person she was a normal person but Tyler had trained himself to the extreme to be able to spot them. Quickly he crossed the street, after making sure was safe, and folded in with the crowd entering Century City Shopping Center. Only a few feet away was the young woman, a few feet in front of her the group of people she was tracking.
It threw Tyler off when the group entered the food court and the woman continued on her path. Had he been mistaken? He looked at the group from the corner of his eyes and returned his attention to his target. She had stopped and now pretended to look for something or someone while she slowly turned.
Tyler walked straight past her and sat down on a small bench. He knew who her target was, who he had been assigned to to protect. As long as she didn’t detect and indentify him, he would have the element of surprise if it would come down to a battle. He lowered his head and studied the knuckles of his right hand, hiding his face when he felt her scan the crowd for possible threats to her mission.
“That’s odd,” Derek frowned, turning his head a little in the direction where the familiar man had gone.
“What’s odd?” Sarah asked absently, smiling friendly at the waitress when she came to take their orders.
“It’s probably nothing,” Derek answered slowly when he couldn’t find the man.
It had probably been someone who had looked like him. Still just the thought of the Devil possibly being here made his stomach churn uncontrollably and he had to fight to keep his breakfast down. If he was here, who was left in the future to reprogram the infiltrators sent by Skynet, and more importantly what had happened in the future that he had been sent here? John would have nothing to gain by sending another one of his best man back. Unless John was dead.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” John quipped after he had given the waitress his order.
“It’s nothing,” Derek said annoyed, looking at the people again. “Nothing for me, miss,” he smiled friendly when the waitress asked him for his order.
He looked at Cameron and saw what could be considered a look of understanding on her face. It confirmed his biggest fear.
“We need to leave,” Derek rose to his feet. “It’s not safe here.”
“We only just got here,” John protested fiercely.
A young woman approached the entrance of the food court and Derek saw the tall figure of the Devil rise behind her. The Devil, respected and feared by all in the future, the only man Derek had ever known to attack the infiltrators barehanded for the fun of it and he was here.
“We need to leave,” Cameron echoed, yanking John to his feet and shoving him in the opposite direction, away from the young woman and her shadow.
Tyler followed the infiltrator in stealth mode as she zeroed in on her primary target. Her hand reached back for the concealed weapon tucked in the waistband of her jeans. This was the sign he had been waiting for. His right hand locked firmly around her forearm and the woman whirled around quickly, taking a firm swing at him which he dodged with great ease. As soon as she saw him she somehow appeared confused as to who had stopped her from executing her mission and she tilted her head a little.
“Hello,” Tyler chuckled amused, pushing her away from him roughly.
The customers at the food court screamed and struggled to get away as fast as possible when the woman slammed into the counter, breaking everything on her path. She got to her feet quickly and reached for her handgun, not losing sight of her initial target.
“Looking for this?” Tyler asked, holding up the gun before tossing it into the fountain next to the food court.
As to be expected of an infiltrator she wasn’t impressed and focused on her target again. Slowly she began to clear a path towards Sarah but Tyler cut her off in the middle, pushing her roughly to the floor. Sarah woke up from her daze, turned on her heels and left the food court in a hurry.
The machine rose to its feet again and settled for its secondary target: the interfering factor of its mission.
“Who the hell was that?” Sarah demanded to know when she caught up with the rest.
“Lieutenant General TJ Devlin,” Cameron answered at the same time as Derek replied: “The Devil.”
“What?” Sarah shook her head in confusion. “One at the time, please,” she said when she saw them both open their mouth simultaneously. “Cameron?”
“Lieutenant General TJ Devlin,” Cameron repeated her answer.
“Derek?”
“The Devil,” Derek said with disdain.
“Okay, someone explain?” John chimed in. “Cameron, who is he?”
“Tyler Jess Devlin, Lieutenant General of TechCom, leader of the division IntelliTech, J-S-4-9-7-2-8, born on February 17th, 1991. He grew up in Century City, attended Campo de Cahuenga High School, imprisoned at Century in 2015, 2019, from 2021 to 2022 and in 2024. Served under John Connor from 2021, reached the rank of Lieutenant General in 2025. Sole survivor of the siege of IntelliTech Base in December 2025. Third in command of Tech-Com. He’s John’s best programmer. Operational as Jester and Devil.”
“He’s the Devil, alright,” Derek snorted with contempt.
Sarah frowned and tilted her head a little as she thought about the information Cameron had given her. Derek’s opinion was tainted and thus irrelevant. Why had he been sent back if he was so important in the future? It didn’t make sense to her.
“You said he attended the high school you’re attending now,” Sarah began as they rushed towards the exit. “Do you or John know him?”
“Not yet,” Cameron answered with what best could be described as a smile. “But we will,” she looked at John.
“And what do you know about him, Derek?” John felt compelled to ask since his mother didn’t.
“A loner with quite a few bats in his belfry. He’s the one who convinced you that those tin cans could actually serve the resistance. Always tinkering with those metalheads in his downtime. Withdrawn, secretive, and yet the men and women who served and survived under him think the world of him.”
“He leads IntelliTech. What’s that?” John asked.
“A group of computer geeks with an obsession for the very machines that are trying to kill them,” Derek said sarcastically.
Cameron took over the conversation: “IntelliTech was founded in 2018 as an answer to Skynet’s H-K’s. When in 2021 the Human Resistance, better known as Tech-Com, was founded, John Connor and TJ Devlin joined forces and IntelliTech became a division of Tech-Com.”
“You spoke of a siege and that he’s a sole survivor,” Sarah offered, hoping to find out more about the mystery man.
“Yes,” Cameron confirmed. “The fall of IT was the result of one man’s betrayal.”
“This Devlin?” John was curious to know.
“No,” Cameron answered simply. “Lieutenant General Devlin had nothing to gain with the fall of ITBase and everything to lose.”
“Meaning?” Derek ventured to ask.
“He lost everything that night, except his life,” Cameron replied.
“Stop talking in goddamn riddles,” Sarah sighed exasperated.
“I don’t have any detailed files on ITBase and the siege. Only what John told me,” Cameron explained.
“Did he ever mention the name of the traitor?” Derek looked at Cameron curiously.
“Who? TJ or John?” Cameron countered in a way that resembled being confused.
“Either one?” Derek offered.
“No, it’s not part of my mission,” Cameron stated matter-of-factly.
“Should we wait for him?” John suggested, an intense feeling of curiosity seizing control.
“No, that’s tactically dangerous. He will find us if he wants to. We need to leave,” Cameron increased her pace when she caught sight of their car, almost turning it into running.
“Can’t you help him?” John was quick to follow.
“The Devil doesn’t need any help, does he, Cameron?” Derek emphasized her name to show his discontent with the machine having a name. “Tin cans like yourself would like to stay away from him as far as possible.”
“I don’t experience fear,” Cameron climbed in the passenger seat of the car.
“No, but the very fact he exists messes with your programming, right?”
“I have no recollection of it, but I am not afraid of him.”
“Well, I should be if I were you,” Derek grinned haughtily. “And you know exactly why.”
“Enlighten us,” Sarah said annoyed, getting behind the wheel.
“Not only is the Devil John’s best programmer, he’s also a terminator-terminator,” Derek chuckled amused. “He absolutely does not fear the machine, attacking them unarmed is a sport for him. There’s nothing that man doesn’t know about those metal bastards.”
“I know,” Cameron said coolly. “He reprogrammed me together with John. For that I cannot be scared of him.”
“Stupid machine,” Derek growled, turning to look out the window. For him this conversation was over.
“What do you know about this Devlin? Aside from the obvious statistics,” Sarah asked before she started the engine.
“Not much. He and John will be best friends,” Cameron shrugged.
“Did he,” Sarah paused as she let the car pull out of the parking lot. “Did he have a family?”
Cameron turned to face Sarah, glancing at John over her shoulder for the briefest of moments, before turning her attention completely to Sarah: “Not really.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. A simple straight answer would suffice. This beating around the bush gave her a headache. She rubbed her forehead softly.
“Explain?” She sighed, looking in the rearview mirror. “Not really? What does that mean?”
“It means that he had a sweetheart but no one knew who,” Derek added to the conversation. “Only Devlin, his troops and John knew. Which lead to numerous rumors about his or her identity.”
“Seriously, Derek, that guy can’t be gay,” John stated firmly.
“Then why all the secrecy?” Derek countered. “Why were the ‘other’ troops not allowed to go to ITBase and hang out with them? Why was everything so hush-hush? They had someone cooped up with them there, and the rest wasn’t allowed to know about it.”
“I don’t know,” John said lowly. “You’re asking me for answers about things I have done that I still will have to do.”
Sarah’s brow furrowed and she bit the inside of her lower lip as she tried to piece together what she had just learned about this Devlin. An unidentifiable feeling rose from deep within the pit of her stomach. The look in the man’s eyes when their gazes had met for the briefest of moments. She hadn’t thought much of it until now. Had it been recognition, as she had immediately had thought it to be?
It also could be a just a coincidence, a trick played on her mind, but her instinct told her that it had been the first possibility. Devlin knew her, had known her, would know her. She shook her head fiercely to rid her mind of those confusing thoughts. Until only one question remained: why was Devlin here?
And unless they saw him again, the answer would never come.
“Could you at least try and stay in your own lane, mom?” John squeaked from the backseat.
“Oh, yes, sorry,” Sarah said weakly, swerving the car back into the right lane.
The woman sized up Tyler, her eyes flashing red as new mission data entered her program.
“Lieutenant General Tyler Jess Devlin?” She asked mechanically.
“The one and only,” Tyler grinned. “Sure took you long enough to identify me.”
The machine kept quiet.
“I know you have had a mission priority change, darlin’,” Tyler chuckled amused, keeping a close eye on the infiltrator. “Which one is it? Kill me or retreat?”
The machine didn’t answer.
“C’mon, darlin’, don’t keep me in suspense.”
Her eyes flashed red again and she began to back away.
“Where you going?” Tyler asked darkly. “Ah, it’s retreat. Too bad, ‘cause it ain’t gonna happen.”
Tyler knew that the machines knew no fear and that what could be described as fear was called survival mode. Programmed to complete their mission any way possible, a survival mode was essential, just like reroute. Sometimes they go bad and nobody knows why. Well, almost nobody.
“You okay, mom?” John asked concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Sarah mumbled, climbing the steps to the porch.
“You sure?” John persisted. “You kinda look confused.”
“Wouldn’t you be? Don’t you wonder how many more have you sent back from the future to keep us safe?” Sarah snapped at her son. “Another one to die for the greater cause?”
Sarah didn’t want to analyse this in front of Derek and the tin miss. It worried her beyond all reason that she had frozen up when the terminator had targeted her, like it had been a déjà-vu. A lone warrior had stopped the machine, just like one had 23 years ago. Not Derek, not Cameron, not herself, but a mysterious man who had appeared from nowhere.
Why hadn’t she acted on her instincts when she had felt that something had been awry? It should’ve been a fun outing to celebrate the start of the summer holiday and it had turned into having to flee… again.
John wasn’t the only one who wanted to stop running but as long as Skynet were to exist, it would keep sending back terminators in time to erase the past and secure its future. She was tired of running, of fighting but she knew she could never give up, any sign of weakness wasn’t permitted because it would send the wrong signal to her son.
“I don’t know, mom,” John mumbled sadly. “I don’t know why I keep sending back those poor souls… With everything that we have changed in this time you’d think we’d put a stop to it but they keep coming and I keep sending back these soldiers to protect us. Kyle, Uncle Bob, Cameron, Derek and his crew, and now this Devlin guy… Will it never end?”
Sarah swallowed hard and looked away, trying to collect her thoughts long enough to give him a straight and honest answer but the right words refused to come and she remained silent.
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