Set ten years after the events of Terminator 2: Judgment Day, John Connor and his mother, Sarah Connor, are off-grid and separated in 2005. While Sarah is at Norfolk, Virginia, for matters too personal to tell her own son, John is surviving on his o...
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Sarah sits in the den of a beach house (which she had broken into), smoking and reloading guns while a sleeping, sedated professor snores and ten vials of a clear solution sit in front of her.
She had seen the news on Professor Kleven's television in his laboratory: Two Adults Disrupt a Gas Station, a Third One Suspected. She had seen the blurry close ups of John's face and two other women with him: a police officer and a motorcyclist. She knew that John chose wisely when the security camera zoomed in on the red-haired woman and her suspiciously dark blood. She knew it wasn't blood. It was metal. Another Terminator.
But before the news and the break-in, she was with Professor Klevens, finishing the tenth vial of the Homo novae solution. She had convinced the old professor that she was 'Lois,' a former student of his. He'd reacted by fondly remembering 'Lois' for her famous blueberry muffins in his Genetics class.
Her identity slipped when she was watching the news; her eyes had settled on John's face for too long.
"You're that boy's mother." Klevens had said.
"Bold of you to assume that I have a son." He's not just some boy, you bag of ashes.
"I know that look when a mother sees her child in trouble. I know you're not Lois, you're Sarah Connor. You were in the news some few years ago when you broke out of Pescadero-"
Luckily, she sedated him with a homemade formula before he could do much as say another word. The news on the television had become a warning, or a sign. So between cigarettes and guns that needed reloading and cleaning, Sarah worried for her son and what trouble he could bring. Or in their cases, what they both could bring.
"Come on," Sarah urges to many in particular, loading a shotgun, "I'm here. I'm ready."
