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Time Heals all Wounds	By : angiewacker Category: S through Z > Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles Views: 2960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8: Waiting on a Woman
John sat at the patio table with Cameron, watching for Derek. His mother was always good at pissing people off she found a threat, Enve was no exception to that. Enve wasn’t afraid of Sarah; John knew that his mother clearly saw her as a personal threat. The catfights were coming, that would be a given until they found a middle ground between each other.
“Why did Derek go chasing after Chief Granger?” Cameron’s question shook John out of his inner thoughts. Sometimes John thought it cute when Cameron would ask questions about human behavior, then he had to remind himself she wasn’t human, but a machine that was compiling data to make herself more human. This wasn’t one of his remind moments, John thought it was endearing that she asked.
“Because Derek feels like he needs to apologize for my mom insulting his wife. If I were in his place and someone insulted you, and you ran off I would feel the need to track you down and apologize for that person. It’s what men do.” John searched Cameron’s face for a bit of recognition of what he meant.
“You mean because Derek loves her he feels compelled to apologize for your mother insulting his wife’s abilities? She shouldn’t insult Chief Granger like that again; it could cause irreparable relationship damage that is critical to the mission.” Cameron understood exactly what John was insinuating, but would she put John in that kind of danger?
April 2020
“Senior Chief, I would feel better if you and your daughter rode with us back up to Serrano Point in our truck. I’d like you close in case anything happens.” Derek watched with Redelk as trucks and Seabees loaded up to mobilize out like they had done for almost a century. It was expertise on their part to load the trucks to maximum capacity, if not a bit past. It was a relief to Derek to see Chief Granger walk up to her father, fully loaded with her medic bags, her sea bag, fully armed with a plasma rifle and a well cared for .40 Glock strapped to her right thigh, K-bar strapped to her left.
“I’m ready to go Sir. I’ve ensured that we have the medical stores loaded to my preferences. I selected one other IDC to travel with us to the new command to act as my right hand. Our truck is loaded and ready for mob.” It struck Derek odd how Granger treated her father as if he was her commanding officer, whereas in this case he was, but she didn’t “act” like he was her father. He could only attribute it to how she was raised, being the daughter of a high ranking Navy SEAL.
“Bravo Zulu Chief Granger. Lt. Reese, there is no need for my daughter and I to ride with your team. We can hitch a ride in one of our trucks, it’s no problem.” Redelk praised his daughter in one second, shooting down Derek’s request in the next.
Derek knew enough of military rank structure to know that even in these times, he outranked Redelk. He may not have seniority but he had rank. “Sir, with all due respect I insist.” Redelk was still enough of a stickler, still hard wired military that the slight cock of his head clued Derek into his submission to an order from an officer.
The Seabees rolled out in convoy fashion behind Derek’s MRAP. The drivers of the trucks were veterans of the Middle Eastern conflicts, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Korea, and Cuba. They were acutely familiar with driving in war zones, especially dangerous ones. Derek didn’t question them a bit, he had learned quite a bit about Seabees, SEALs, and Navy Corpsmen over the last few days that he was confident in their abilities. Each truck held priceless cargo, human and not, it would be a huge morale boost to Serrano Point.
Halfway to Serrano a call came over the radio in Derek’s MRAP, “Delta Romeo, Delta Romeo, this is Sierra Papa. Over.” Derek pulled the mic down to respond, “Delta Romeo, go ahead Sierra Papa,” “Delta Romeo, there has been a contact near Thousand Oaks Mall area that needs checking out. Will you break off from your mission to complete? Over” Derek sighed, sometimes he felt like he was the only team the resistance had. “Affirmative Sierra Papa, Delta Romeo will check it out. Over” “Is there a mechanic on board Delta Romeo? Contact affirms has possession of vehicle, needs repair.”
Derek glanced back at Redelk, “You want to spare a mechanic? Command says I need one for this mission.” Redelk looked over at his daughter; her lips opened as if she was going to say something but only nodded her head. Redelk keyed up his personal radio at his throat, “Stethem team, stop movement. Send CM1 Granger to lead vehicle with tools armed. HMCS out.”
Sayles stopped their truck, within a few minutes a loud knock came at the back hatch. Timms unlocked the door; Granger stepped in, sitting down next to Redelk. Granger was heavily loaded with weapons and tools, probably something he was used to doing when deployed. “Timms, Chief Granger you guys should probably go ahead and swap out to the lead truck and continue on to Serrano. We can handle this without you. We’ve got the Senior Chief to help out.” Chief Granger looked at CM1 and her father, shook her head as she followed Timms out the hatch to the lead truck. Redelk waited a few moments before keying up once more, “Stethem team, offload of two to main truck. Carry on to objective with passengers directions. Movement is a go. Thanks for the wrencher. HMCS out.”
Derek called back to Serrano Point, “Sierra Papa, Sierra Papa, this is Delta Romeo, over.” “Sierra Papa, go ahead Delta Romeo.” “Delta Romeo confirms possession of mechanic, heading for contact. Over” “Affirmative Delta Romeo, good luck, Sierra Papa out.”
“Well you heard command Sir; we need to locate this contact at Thousand Oaks. Hope you’re feeling up to getting your cobwebs cleaned out.”Derek grinned to himself for picking on Redelk.
“Son, when you were in diapers I was kicking ass and taking names all over this planet. I’m still young enough to kick your ass.”Redelk returned fire without missing a beat. Derek sure could get to liking this guy if he hung around him enough.

AN: The Stethem team is named after SW2 Robert D. Stethem, a Navy diver & Seabee who was tortured and killed by Hezbollah terrorists aboard TWA Flight 847 in June 1985.This reference is in homage to SW2 Stethem and his sacrifice.
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