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Sarah
sighs as she walks into the cockroach motel she and Cameron are
staying in. They'd arrived in the small Mexican the previous night.
She casually tosses a heavily laden bag into a sloping chair before
she goes over to the night stand and carefully places a white box on
it. She sinks down onto the futon as the Tin Miss walks into the
room.

The
Terminator says, “We were not followed.”

The
human woman nods her head tiredly. Edwardo had required more....
coaxing than what she'd expected to part with the explosives at
anything that even vaguely resembled a decent price. A point that is
brought forcibly to mind as her butt hole twitches in pain. She knew
the old Mexican would be tough to negotiate with but even she hadn't
expected him to include being allowed to ass fuck her in exchange for
knocking a decent amount off the price for the C-4. Her eyes seek
out the behind of the cyborg who is moving through the house, making
sure all is as it should be.

Finally
satisfied that no unseen dangers lurking about, the Terminator sits
down across from the human woman, “Everything appears to be in
order.”

Sarah
grins evilly, “Good, I'm glad to hear that. Now, we can play
Bitch.”

Cameron
immediately bows her head submissively, “What is your command
mistress?”

“Strip
slut!”

In
a matter of seconds, the Terminator is completely nude, standing
before the seated woman. Her arms are clasped behind her back,
pushing her smallish chest forward, while her eyes are still
downcast.

The
human woman smirks as she undoes her boots and takes them off. “Go
lie down on your back on the bed Bitch.” She stands up and
undoes her camo pant. She pushes them down her legs, revealing that
she'd chosen to forgo panties. Still wearing an army green as she
follows the cyborg. Seeing her submissive on the bed, Sarah climbs
up and mounts the other females face. She grabs two handfuls of
Cameron's hair and pulls her face up, “Get to licking slut and
put one finger up my ass while you're at it.”

The
Terminator carefully moves her right hand to her mistresses butt
while she sticks her tongue out

Sarah
moans as both of her nether holes are filled. As she feels the
cyborgs tongue touch her clit, she starts to hump the prone female's
face. “That's it you bitch, suck me good.” Her eyes
close as she arches her back, pulling harder on Cameron's hair, “Oh,
yes, that's it. Finger my ass you little slut! Oh, oh, OH YES!,”
comes the shriek as she quickly orgasms.

The
Terminator keeps licking even through her mistresses climax, being
very careful to keep her other hand away from her own crotch.

It
takes the human woman over a minute to recover from her orgasm. As
her senses return, she grins evilly down at Cameron, “Alright
Bitch, now that the edge is off, you can greet me properly.”

*&*

Jessica
Phelps sighs as she sits alone in her office. Her cheeks burn with
humiliation as she remembers the sexual perversions one of her
students had perpetuated upon her, and had her perpetuate upon
herself, the previous day. She looks at her calender. It is Friday,
only two more weeks until school dismisses for the summer. She sighs
again. Only two weeks, but much, much too long to delay a
conversation with her student and master.

The
redhead swivels her chair to look out the window at the LA landscape.
Her pussy moistens as she recalls the events of the previous
afternoon.

She
knows she needs to talk to the young man, but she shudders at the
thought of doing so at his residence. She sighs as she turns back
towards her work. The conversation must be held, that much was a
foregone conclusion, the simple question was where, and when. “His
house is completely out of the question,” she thinks to herself
as she picks up a report concerning a small scuffle betwixt a pair of
junior girls. “My home is also less than acceptable for much
the same reason. It's private enough he might get ideas and go for a
repeat of yesterday.” She grins as she starts to scan the
report, “Not that it wouldn't be fun, but the talk would likely
be delayed.” Her eyes pick out the details of the conflict
easily enough. The woman smirks, “Old story here. Two girls,
one guy. Girls aren't willing to share. Who's the lucky dick?”
Her eyes light up as she sees who the girls were fighting over. She
makes a mental note to have the young man report to her office Monday
when he got back from his bout with 'food poisoning'.

*&*

John
grabs his shotgun as the door opens unexpectedly. He clicks the
safety off as he brings it to bear on the opening. He sighs in
relief as first his mother and then Cameron come through the door.

Sarah
smiles at her offspring, proud of his reaction, “Good reflexes
there general. I should have knocked first.” She grins
easily, “We got everything we were looking for,” she says
as the Terminator closes the door. “How are things on your
end?”

“Everything's
good. I've got the recordings prepped and ready. I've already
installed a back door for when we get to the place. The laptop's
already fully loaded with anything I even think we might need. All
we need to do is pick up some ski-masks on the way to Sacramento and
we'll be good.”

The
human woman sits down, “Alright General, what's the plan?”

The
teen leans back in his chair as Cameron kneels down next to him. He
places a hand possessively on her head and says, “The plan
applies as much of the K.I.S.S. principle as possible. Regrettably,
that's very little. Cyberdyne Industries is one of the leaders into
computer technology, cybernetics, and related fields in the world.
Our best advantage this time around, however, is that they are well
aware of this fact. Their digital security is both their strongest
and weakest point. Anything they consider sensitive is highly
encrypted. It'd take the Tin Miss here directly interfacing with the
code to crack it, most likely. However, their security on their
Security Net is still crackable the hard way, unlike their Data Net.
Cameron and I compromised the Security Net to begin with. I've taken
the steps needed to install a back door for when we make our run.
There are three guards on duty, two in the Security Room and one at
the front door. Cameron's the first one in. Just before she enters,
I hit the recordings so the Security Room won't have a clue. Cam
takes out the guard there, without killing him preferably. Then
we're in. Cameron goes for the Security Room, knocking those guards
out. Mom, you head for the basement and set explosives on the four
main load bearing supports. One of them goes down, the rest might
follow. If all of them go, then that place is a pile o' rubble.
While you two ladies are off playing Harpy, I head for the main Data
Terminal. With my laptop, I should be able to get in quickly. My
goal is to get an on-site inventory along with as much information on
Project Skynet as is available. Depending on how things go, we might
try to steal some of their hardware before we turn the place into a
memory. If we hit gold, so much the better. If not, oh well.
Personally, I don't think this'll be the place. Much, much too close
to a population center for a secret government research project.”
He sighs, concern obvious upon his face, “My primary worry is
this unnamed 'investor'. Skynet would be very willing to send
someone back to bail its parent out of an unscheduled disaster. As
such, we can't rule out a run in with a Terminator. That's why
everyone's packing incendiary rounds.” He sighs, “If
we're lucky, Murphy will be otherwise occupied that night. However,
I doubt I have to remind you that the first rule of warfare is still
his.” The youth shakes himself, “Okay mom, you and I are
going to be sleeping hopefully, on the way to Sacramento. Cameron's
driving. One of her many advantages is her not needing sleep. Any
questions so far?”

Sarah
Connor looks at her off-spring in slack-jawed shock.

Seeing
his mom's reaction, John can't help but laugh for a second. “Mom,
I've been cooped up in this place for two days straight with only one
break. I had to do something to keep from going nuts. I've been
going over this from every angle I can find since.”

The
human woman nods in reluctant acceptance, “Well then General,
let's get to it.”

*&*

At
two o'clock in the morning, John and Sarah are hiding just outside of
camera range near the entrance while Cameron walks up the path. The
young man is holding his laptop, typing quickly. Finally he grins
from behind his black ski-mask.

The
Terminator is staggering up the main path as she'd seen many a drunk
individual do. Her hair is currently a bright red, her skin a pale
cream. She's wearing a bikini top of the Confederate Flag, a pair of
Daisy Duke shorts, and 6 inch high heels. She stumbles up to the
locked door and is relieved to see them open at her approach.

The
security guard is a man, apparently in his late forties, going bald
on top, and slightly over weight. He looks up slack jawed as a
teenaged girl staggers through the supposedly locked doors. His mind
quick abandons all thoughts beyond her gorgeous, long legs. He sees
her nearly fall and he rushes around his desk to help steady her; his
hand not accidentally coming to rest on her butt. He never sees her
hand flash towards his neck.

Cameron
lowers the unconscious body of the human to the floor. She looks at
the man's hand, which was so recently on her behind. She straightens
up and stomps on his fingers hard enough to break them. She grabs
the idiot by the collar and drags him outside, which brings her
master and his mother running.

John
has his laptop put back in his bag. He nods to the Terminator, “You
know the next step of the plan. The cameras have all been frozen and
the central headquarters is watching a re-run of last night. Get to
work.”

The
cybernetic organism moves through the halls. As she approaches the
security room, her eyes glow blue as she remotely over rides the
electronic locks which should ensure that the door can only be opened
from the inside. She gently triggers the hydraulics's to push the
door open enough for her to get a grip on the door. She silently
pads into the room, an amazing feat given her heels. The two men are
watching the screens in chairs next to each other. Cameron
unceremoniously grabs both of their heads and conks them together.
She grabs the too rent-a-goons and begins to drag them out of the
building.

*&*

John
all but sprints down the corridor, easily picturing the map in his
head. He rapidly finds the central computer room. He's surprised to
find the room unsecured but is quite grateful as he slips into the
empty room. He flicks on the light on as he steps into the room. He
instantly spots the terminal. He scans the room for danger as he
crosses it and sets his back on the floor next to the computer. The
young man extracts his laptop and plugs in a USB cable to connect the
two computers. It takes him all of two minutes to gain Super User
access thanks to the program he and Cameron had designed.

He
whistles tunelessly as he runs parallel searches for both Skynet and
local inventories. He groans as he hits a security wall around the
Skynet project. He activates the program to conceal his presence as
he hits the wall with the dictionary at very, very high speeds. He
sighs as the dictionary refuses to define success. Resolutely, he
starts going through the other techniques, hoping against hope he's
not going to have to do this the hard way. Still, he reaches into
his bag and pulls out several very large external hard drives. He
plugs them in, just in case. Almost ten minutes later he is joined
by the two women in his life.

Sarah
says, “Explosives are planted. How are things going here?”

The
future general shakes his head, “Not good. This is a military
contract and they're anal retentive paranoid about the security
around it. If something doesn't give soon, I'm going to have to just
copy the whole thing and keep working on it at home. On the other
hand, while this is working, you two could go down two doors to the
south and see about moving a few of the computers you find there into
the SUV. If there's still nothing after you've got two or three then
I'll start copying it.” Just as the time limit's almost
expired, the teen breaths a sigh of relief. “And we're in,”
he says aloud to himself. He doesn't waist time being picky, he
simply dumps all of the decoded data to the spare hard drives before
powering them down. He's just finishing packing up as the women come
back, “Well ladies, let's get out of here.” As the trio
are exiting the building, they find the three security guards are
starting to come too. A few seconds later, all three are safely back
in the land of dreams, and clear of the potential blast zone.

John
once more taps into wireless network of Cyberdyne and emails the
pre-recorded message to the major news networks.

As
they're driving away, Sarah triggers the explosives. There is a
series of detonations before the building seems to collapse in on
itself.

*&*

Around
noon that day, the group arrives back in LA. They'd taken their
time, stuck mostly to the speed limit, and taken a great many breaks
on their trip home. However, both of the Connors. Cameron checks
out the house before they unload their new computers.

John
yawns as the last of the stuff is brought into the house. “Mom,
I'm going to catch some sleep. Wake me up for school in the
morning.”

Sarah
yawns in response, “I'll set my alarm. Hey Tin Miss, you're in
charge of the house for the next few hours, I need to crash as well.”

The
Terminator forces herself not to smirk, “Very well.” Ten
minutes later, she the only one still ambulatory in the house. She
sticks a 9mm behind her belt and leaves through the back yard. Three
alley's later, she finds what she's looking for. Her eyes once more
glow blue as she initiates her remote control. Thirty seconds later,
it's done. She smirks to herself as she moves back to the house.
One more mission objective underway.

A/N:
Until next time.
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