....Rest stop...

..June 5th...2015...7:30 AM...

Hannah walks away from the rest stop holding a bag of cheeseburgers and feels so relieved it should be a crime. Where is the van?, Hannah wonders to herself. A sharp gun fire erupts through the silent atmosphere so Hannah ducks for cover behind a truck feeling frantic. She saw a man get out of the truck then stop.

Mr Baxter!, Hannah thought watching T-1200 freeze in place.

Hannah looks over in direction he is facing.

She saw a van with a broken back windshield that has a Joker sticker.

Oh no!

"Bob?" Hannah shouts, running past the various vehicles. "BOB!"

She opens the drivers side door where Uncle Bob stares in the distance. She closes the door then went to his side of the vehicle.  Hannah opens the passenger side door to see Uncle Bob staring into the distance. Hannah saw blood trickling down the side of his head where at the back is a perfectly rounded bullet hole. Hannah gasps covering her mouth.

Other cars stop around the white van.

"Hold your hands up!" Came a shout.

Hannah looks over frightened seeing Agent Gibbons and  Agent Victoria come out first.

Hannah faints landing on the pavement on her side.

"Damn it," Agent Victoria said. "I told you frightening an accomplice would lead to this!"

Agent Gibbons walks over with his gun lowered.

"He isn't moving,"  Agent Gibbons said.

"He is probably staring at your squeaky shoes, Gibbons," Agent Victoria said.

Agent Gibbons stops  staring at Uncle Bob.

"He is dead," Agent Gibbons said.

Agent Gibbons feels for a pulse just to make sure.

"...Damn it," Agent Victoria said.

"Hold on," Agent Gibbons said. "Wait...No...Wait...No."

"Make up your mind, dip sh--" Agent Victoria said.

"Okay, he's very dead," Agent Gibbons said, taking his hand off Uncle Bob's neck.

CPU: Damaged.

Parts: Cannot move.

"Stop watching the Walking Dead," Agent Victoria said, in annoyance.

Solution: Shut down and emergency repairs are required.

System: Shutting down.

The red light in Uncle Bob's eyes fade.

Agent Gibbons closes Uncle Bob's eyes.

"Sir, we have a man staring at the car," A officer said.

Their attention went onto the strange man standing there.

"I'll talk to him," Agent Victoria said. "While you get that damn woman into the car!"

"Hey, mind your language!" Agent Gibbons retorts.

Agent Victoria goes over towards T-1200.

"Hello good sir," Agent Victoria said. "Why are you staring at the van?"

No response.

"Sir?" Agent Victoria said.

Agent Victoria waves her hand in his way.

"Hello?" Agent Victoria said, looking for signs of life.

Agent Victoria feels for a pulse on T-1200's neck which he feels cold to the touch like metal.

"Strange," Agent Victoria said.  "No pulse. We have another dead guy here!"