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Terminator: The John Connor Chronicles	By : oldwolf Category: S through Z > Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles Views: 35494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A
woman with vibrant red hair, green eyes, and wearing a bright red
skirt suit is sitting behind a desk on the top floor of a commercial
high-rise listening to the report from her subordinate.

Mason
Rodgers is head of security for the Zeira Conglomeration. He is a
man in his 40's, with light brown hair, and just starting to thicken
around the waist from too many years of working a desk instead of a
beat. His expression is currently that of a man who is expecting
this report to be the end of his career. “So in conclusion Ms.
Weaver, we suffered a critical security breach at the Sacramento
office of our CyberDyne subdivision. The perpetrators are unknown,
though a new domestic terrorist group has claimed responsibility for
the attack. We've managed to confirm that a data theft occurred.
Your cousin has been invaluable in the digital forensics. However,
we have been unable to determine what data was taken. It is,
however, extremely unlikely that a group that advocates a 'return to
natural living' would have the technical expertise to spoof our
digital security quite so adroitly.”

The
woman nods a moment before her severe expression shifts to a friendly
smile. Her voice has a thick Irish accent as she says, “Thank
ya Mason. And Ah've told ya before ta call my Crystal. Ah agree
with ya about this 'terrorist' group being a smoke screen.”
She actually grins, “Dinna worry about being blamed fer this.
Matthew called me and confirmed that the attackers were far above the
level we normally have ta worry about.” She smiles softly,
“Please don't be upset with him. I asked him ta do it because
Ah knew ya wouldn't tell me yourself. It'd sound ta much like making
excuses to you.” Her stern expression returns, “So, what
steps have Ya got planned to prevent a repeat of this?”

The
man sighs, “As you know, I am the Head of Security, but the
digital aspects are beyond me. I've set Scott Matthers, the head of
Electronic Security, to devising the needed counter measures.”

Crystal
nods, “Tha makes sense. It is his specialty after all. Very
well, keep me apprised of the situation.” After the man
leaves, the redhead leans back in her chair and crosses her arms over
her adequate chest. She looks at her computer monitor and the screen
flickers to life. She just continues to look at it as a web browser
comes up and clicks to a search engine. Crystal's expression states
severe as words appear on the screen, initiating a search for someone
selling Coltan.

&*&

John
Connor barely contains his sigh of exasperation as the blonde bane of
his school existence sits down across from him at lunch Wednesday.
His tone is neutral, if slightly cold, “Hello Destiny.”

The
head cheerleader smiles seductively, “Hiya Johnny, did you get
to watch that DVD?”

By
will alone the young man manages to keep from ripping into the female
before him, “Not yet. I was busy yesterday.”

Destiny's
smile wavers a bit at the cold reception she's getting from her new
boyfriend, “Well, anyways, we're planning another trip down
south, you interested?”

The
future general is about to refuse on principle, but hesitates for a
moment to think, “I'll see what I can do. I'm pretty sure Beth
would love to make the trip.”

The
young woman frowns at the name of her competition, “But Johnny,
I thought that you and I could use the trip to, you know, get to know
each other better.”

The
young man's voice is startlingly firm as he says, “First
Destiny, my name is 'John' not 'Johnny'. Secondly, I have a
girlfriend that I'm committed to. Your coming after me will only
aggravate me and make me less likely to consider you as a girlfriend
if Beth and I do part company.”

The
cheerleader is shocked at how hard her boyfriend is playing like he's
not interested in her.

John
suddenly inclines his head after looking over the blonde's. “Hiya
Coach Roberts.”

Bill
nods in acknowledgment, “John. Can I have a word with you for
a moment?”

The
young man nods as he comes to his feet. “Sure Coach.”
He looks at the girl, “I'll let you know tomorrow if Beth and I
are interested Destiny.” With that he follows the adult from
the room. Once they are safely away from prying ears, he says,
“Thanks for the bail.”

The
coach laughs as he waves the kid into his office, “You're
welcome.” After both are seated, he says, “Ms. Colder's
pursuit of you has not gone unnoticed, or unremarked privately, by
the faculty.” He laughs slightly, “In point of fact,
there's a small betting pool in the lounge on how long you're
planning on stringing her out.” He grins as he leans forward,
“So, you willing to give me the inside tip? You know, military
man to military man.”

John
sighs, “Sure. I'm not 'stringing her out.' I've got a
girlfriend. My interest in Destiny is limited to figuring out how to
get her to leave me be.”

The
coach laughs uproariously, “John, I'm not sure if I should be
proud to know you or worried about your sanity. Most guys would be
angling to play the field.” He manages to get his laughter
under control a moment later. “Anyways, I need to let you know
that you are dismissed from gym class for the rest of the year.
We're doing wrestling and, quite honestly, I don't want you on that
mat. With your training, you could injure or kill someone by trained
instinct in a second. Wrestling is still a combat sport with very
real potential for serious injury to begin with.”

The
teen nods his head, “So I'm being given a free period?”

“Actually,
VP Phelps has had you assigned to her as her personal office
assistant. Mostly go-fer work.”

John
nods slowly, “Alright. Any thing else Coach?”

Bill
sighs, “Yeah, keep an eye out for Davis. With the school year
ending next week, virtually all of the leverage that's kept him in
check will vanish.”

The
young man nods glumly, “We'd more or less guessed as much.”
He shrugs fatalistically, “As I've said before, I won't start
trouble, but I will
finish it.”

&*&

A
bit later, John is the office of the school vice principle. As soon
as the door is closed, he drops into his normal chair, “Hello
Jess.”

The
redhead smiles as she says, “Hi John. When I heard Bill was
going to cut you out of class, I thought we might use the opportunity
for my reporting in.”

The
teen smiles as he nods, "A wise move. What about the others?”

The
woman smiles, “You're my assistant. It only makes sense for us
to talk for a bit each day.” Her smile turns sultry as she
says, “I can make my report at the beginning of the day, along
with any 'assignments' you might have for the day, and you can give
me an assignment for over the night.”

The
young man nods again, slowly. “Ok, what official work do you
need me to do?”

“I
have a lot of paperwork that needs to be filled. Basically, you help
the office staff in general, me if there's something special I need
done, which can occasionally mean an excuse to leave school grounds,
and anything else that I can think of Master.”

The
future general nods a moment before he grins lecherously. “Alright
Jess, do you have anything for me to do?” When she shakes her
head, he continues, “Then here's your first assignment. You
are to masturbate through your panties no less than four times before
the end of the school day. When you get ready to leave, you are to
take your panties off. Once you get into your car, you are to put
them in your mouth and leave them there for the drive home.
Understood?”

The
redhead just ducks her head, “Yes sir.”

John
slowly stands up, “This is as much a shock to me as it is to
you. I'll likely have something for you to do tomorrow eve.”

The
remainder of the school day goes smoothly for the teenager. He meets
up with Cam just outside the main door. The two exchange few words
on the drive back to their abode, him too deep in thought, and her
respecting his desire for quiet.

&*&

Sarah
Connor takes one look at her offspring and says, “What's up
general?”

“Life
at school is getting interesting.” He turns to Cameron and
says, “Go get on your 'Beth' disguise.”

The
cyborg says, “Yes master.” She hesitates for a moment,
“Do you have any instructions for clothing?”

“You
know the indecency laws, don't violate them and we're fine,” he
responds. He turns back to the other woman, “Mom, Cam and I
are going to go out for a bit. I need to be seen with my
'girlfriend' some more. How are you coming with the data sorting?”

The
human female sighs, “It's coming. I've hit a few encrypted
files. That program you and the Tin Miss put together is making
short work of them. Still, it's time consuming. I hope to have a
location on the main R&D site for Skynet by this weekend.”
Seeing her son's frown, she says, “Is something up?”

“I
got an invitation to go with some of the seniors down to the border
this weekend. I begged off last time with the 'family trip' we took
down to Sacramento. However, I somehow doubt that I can make that
excuse again soon.”

Sarah
nods her head as she frowns in consideration, “What goes on
during these trips?”

“At
a guess, drinking, smoking, and other forms of 'recreation.'”

The
woman nods to herself, “I can't say as I'm overly enthused with
the thought of you attending a party with the intention of inhibiting
your mental facilities, not to mention being far from me.” She
grins, “On the other hand, at least Cameron will be there and I
can solve the other problem readily enough I suppose.” She
grins at her son's confused look, “I imagine there's a constant
need for transportation and drivers.” She chuckles at the
teens expression, “Yes, I'm willing to go along, just in case
things go sour.”

The
young man nods as he catches movement out of the corner of his eye.
He turns and keeps his jaw closed by force of will alone.

Cameron
is currently 'wearing' six-inch stiletto heels, neon pink hot pants,
and a bikini top which covers just a bit more than her areola. The
effective result is that her shoulder length blonde hair is covering
more than her clothing is.

Sarah
makes a mental note to ask the cyborg why she toted out the big guns
for this little charade.

It
takes John a good ten seconds before he manages to shake himself out
of his shock. He stands up very carefully and says, “Alright
Mom, I'll let you know tomorrow on the trip south. See ya later
tonight.” The teen stops just long enough to grab the car keys
and a spare nine. He once more chooses the Century City Mall as
their destination.
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