"Man, this is crazy," the kid said, switching to another
channel that showed the same please stand by message, "It's been like this for hours. Every goddamned station."
Terminator stopped at a rack of sunglasses, studied
the styles for a second, and then picked a pair of Sama wrparounds and put them on.
He turned and headed for the door.
The cashier looked up from the television set. "Hey,
man, you gonna pay for that?"
Terminator ignored him.
"Hey," the cashier shouted.
Terminator pulled up short, turned to the kid, then stuck out the palm of his hand, just like the stripper had done to him in the desert roadhouse. "Talk to the hand."
The cashier shrank back, not sure what to do, and Terminator turned and walked out the door.
Connor was just finishing with the water in the radiator. He set the can aside and closed the hood.
Terminator unbent the lug wrench locking the pet van's back door with one hand and pulled it open.
Kate leaped out past him. "Help!" she screamed. "Help me!"
Terminator wrapped his free arm around her waist before she took two steps and pulled her back.
Kate suddenly attacked him like a madwoman, kneeing him in the groin with every ounce of her strength, chopping his windpipe, driving her thumbs under his sunglasses deep into the sockets of his eyes.
Terminator was not affected. His diagnostic circuits were clear of any serious damage indicators.
He gently pried her away and shoved her back into the pet van. He adjusted his sunglasses, which had been knocked askew, then placed the basket of groceries in back with her.
Connor, who had watched everything, spotted the cashier through the window. The kid was on the phone. Probably calling for help.
"I think we should go," he said.
Terminator nodded indifferently, and he went around
to the driver's side as Connor climbed in back with Kate and closed the door.
Kate was huddled again in the corner, her knees up to her chin. She braced herself as the pet van took off and swerved sharply back out onto the highway.
Connor didn't know how he felt about her now that he knew she would become an important part of the human resistance. But she sure could fight He had to grin.
"You've got some good moves on you," he told her. A flash of something came to him. "I remember now. You were like an army brat or something, right?"
Kate didn't look at him. He pushed the basket of food over to her. "Ice cream?" he suggested.
She kicked the basket away, scattering the contents. Connor held up his hands and shrugged. "Okay," he said in an effort to be conciliatory.
"You're kidnapping me," she said after a few moments.
"Look, I"
"God, you were always a delinquent," Kate said. It was as if a dam had broken inside her. The words came put in an angry rush. "And look at you now. Sitting there like the bad boy thing still works." She gave him an ex-tremely critical once-over. "What are you, some kind of a gang member? A drug dealer?" She was disgusted. Her loathing dripped from her tongue and attitude like venom. "How do you live with yourself?" she asked.
Connor shook his head, another smile coming to his
lips. How was he supposed to tell her the real story when
he had trouble believing it himself?
Kate's nostrils flared. She thought he was laughing at her. "What?" she demanded.
Connor rapped on the divider window, and Terminator slid it open. "Tell her who I am," Connor said.
"John Connor is the leader of the worldwide resistance and the last best hope of mankind."
Kate shook her head again. was painfully obvious that she thought they were raving lunatics, probably high on something. "Right," she said. "And him?" She nodded toward Terminator.
"He's a robot from the future. Living tissue over a metal skeleton. Sent back in time to"
Kate sat back morosely. She was tired of the game. "Go to hell."
"He doesn't mean you any harm," Connor assured her, knowing how this must sound.
Kate held up her left hand, showing him her engagement diamond. "I have a fiance. He's going to be looking for me."
Connor sat back too, suddenly morose. His mood matched hers. If Terminator was right about the abilities of the T-X, they didn't stand much of a chance.
Kate watched him. "I... What is it you want?."
Connor lowered his eyes. "I don't know," he answered. And it was the truth. He didn't know what he really wanted. He looked up after a beat. How to tell her? What words? "I guess... Imagine if you know you were going to do something important with your life. Something amazing. Maybe the most important thing anyone's ever done."
He had her attention. She looked at him in a slightly different light, though it was clear that she didn't understand what he was trying to say. But she was beginning to believe his sincerity.
"But there's a catch. Something terrible has to happen. You couldn't live with yourself if you didn't try to stop it. But if you do... The rest of your life is pointless."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kate asked.
"I mean someone normal. Someone sane" He wanted her to understand. "It's just that... The life you know, all the stuff you take for granted, it's not going to last."
She still wasn't getting it. Connor could see the skepticism and confusion in her pretty eyes. And there was something else. Something in the way she held herself. Something in the way that she was looking at him at that moment that seemed familiar. It was something she'd said to him earlier.
"Wait. Back at the clinic. Why did you say, 'Mike Kripke's basement'?"
Kate didn't answer.
Connor was suddenly remembering. "Kripke's house. That's where the kids used to make out." He was trying to bring it all back. "So you and me. Did we?"
Kate looked away, more uncomfortable now than confused.
"Holy shitwe did!" Connor said. "We made out in Kripke's basement. I can't believe you remembered."
Still Kate held her silence, but a slight color had come to her neck.
"I guess I must've made quite an impression," Connor said.
Kate turned on him. "Gimme a break. I only remembered because the next day you were in the news."
Suddenly the impossibility of the coincidence dropped into place for Connor. He glanced through the mesh at Terminator, then back at Kate.
"You and I hooked up the day before I first met him? And then again now, twelve~years later?"
"Right," Kate said sarcastically. "We were supposed to meet. Fate, right?" She shook her head. "Coincidence."
But it wasn't coincidence and Connor knew it "Yeah," he said to appease her, nothing more. He glanced at the back of Terminator's head. "What was going on?"
The Valley
The bedroom was still dark because the shades were drawn. Kate's nightshirt lay on the floor where she'd tossed it a few hours ago, and her fiance", Scott Peterson, was still asleep in the double bed.
T-X stood in the doorway, cataloguing the homey scene. Kate had not returned yet, but she would have to come back here sooner or later.
Either that or someone would come looking for her. She was the key to finding John Connor again. Her fiance was expendable.
T-X moved silently across the room and sat down on
Kate's side of the bed. She picked a framed photo off the nightstand and studied it. It was Katherine Brewster at her graduation. Robert Brewster stood beside her. Smiling. The proud father.
Scott stirred on the bed. T-X put the photo back as Scott sat up. "Hon? You just get in?"
T-X swiveled her torso 180 degrees to face Scott, who stared at her with incomprehension. She reached over with one hand, almost gently caressing the man's face, before she lowered her hand, thrust it deep into his chest, and destroyed his heart before he could utter a sound.
He fell back in a bloody heap.