...Sunday...

...2029...

"NO!" John cries. "Uncle Bob!"

There is a explosion in the building mere miles away leaving unsettled dust, fire in the air, and smoke lingering in the atmosphere that is dispersing of its dark clouds.  O'Chase keeps John back along with  Kyle keeping him from going back. The distraught on John's face easily read he had suffered a huge loss.

Uncle Bob had sacrificed himself to destroy Smith using a fuel cell.

"He is gone, John," Loki said, as the two men let go of John. "We have to send him back."

"To die that way?" John asks.

Loki nods.

"To die that way," Loki said. "I have suffered loss like this,and I understand how you feel right now."

"I am not alone," John said.

"That you are not," Loki said. "Honor Bob by sending him back."

"We can't send a dead guy back," Kyle said.

"You'll be surprised what we can do," Loki said.

"You can create endless supply of bullets," Kyle said. "Which is weird."

"And useful," Loki finishes.

Our scene transfers to about two hours later. Loki had recently shaved his mustache off, his hair is a bit shorter to what it had been 33 years ago, and his attire is pretty different from the one he first met Uncle Bob in. Loki has a gun in his hand standing alongside the numerous Resistance members. Kyle had been sent recently to the past.

A young Uncle Bob came from the chambers, butt naked.

Loki stifles a laugh.

"And this is Loki," John said. "A Norse God."

"Demigod, no thank you!" Loki shouts back.

"Loki," Young Uncle Bob repeats.

"Yes, that is my name," Loki said. "You can very well dish out a array of bullets if I chose to shoot at your senile forehead."

"My forehead is not senile," Young Uncle Bob said.

"But your flesh is!" Loki retorts.

"...Enough of this argument,"  John said.

"Fine," Loki said.

"We were not arguing," Young Uncle Bob said.

O'Chase is realizing what is going on.

"Oh my god," O'Chase said. "Your Uncle is a Terminator."

Young Uncle Bob is walking towards the machine ignoring their conversation

"Loki, we have put a lot of work into that fake future of yours," John said.

Loki blinks.

"Which part?" Loki asks.

"The part where you are turned mortal," John said.

"What about Knight?"  Loki asks.

"All accurate information," John said.

Loki is left contemplating about the conversation he shared with Bob.  Young Uncle Bob boards the machine, kneels, and the machine activates. In a blazing glory the young Uncle Bob is gone in a huge bright flash. Loki is left blinded at first but the light fades away leaving behind a dark gray scenery that he first arrived to. 

So young.

"Stop acting like you have no idea what family relation is!" Loki demanded.

"Will you believe it if I hunt you down in 2010 when you are a mortal?" T-800 asked.

Loki grew furious.

"Do not threaten me!" Loki demanded. "I can do more harm on you than most mortals can."

"I am simply stating a fact," T-800 said.

"I am a god, not a mortal!" Loki said.

Loki smiles,thinking back at the silly argument he had with Uncle Bob.

Suddenly something blasts at the ceiling to the time displacement field shooting down a part of the wall material. The wall material collapse on the time displacement field breaking it into several pieces but as it did there were blasts sent flying down towards the members. A figure lands in the rubble with a smirk placed on his lips.

It was Smith.

"Hello," Smith said. "I am baaack!"

 Loki presses the trigger holding the gun right at Smith.

Several Resistance members stagger back shooting at Smith.

"Oh seriously," Smith said. "You cowards!"

Smith picks up a huge block of rubble then swings it at the resistance members. Loki ducks rolling under getting to the side.  Loki shot at Smith's forehead  getting in a few bullets. Smith walks forwards towards Loki with a dark look on his face. Loki, for the first time, felt fear towards someone who is of Terminator origins.

"Time to die," Smith said, grabbing Loki by the neck. Loki is struggling in the man's grip. "You coward."

John gets up holding a  weapon recently customized and held it up towards Smith.

"I pity your existence," Loki said. "To live like a slave."

"I am no slave," Smith said. "I am doing it at my own will!"

"I remember the pain," Loki said. "I struggled against it, but for you, it was forced! I am sorry for what my failure has turned you into."

"No need for an apology," Smith said, tightening his grip.

"But that wasn't me talking through that connection," Loki said, putting his hand on Smith's face.

A large bullet riddling sound sent Loki back, Smith falling forwards landing on his knees, and John shot the weapon right through Smith's back. Smith touches the pole sticking through his body with much satisfaction. Loki manages to get up but he feels pain in his chest. He puts one hand on his chest then looks down towards his hand to see blood. He had been stabbed.

"Just sad to see a god die," Smith said, sarcastically. "It is always bitter sweet." Smith turns toawrds John. "You are my target, John Connor, and Skynet hopes to get this matter resolved within the hour at your participation." Smith walks towards John. "Your cooperation will be noted."

John presses a button  to the gun.

A hole is left in Smith's chest and the weapon embeds itself into Smith.

"You are so annoying," Smith said.

O'Chase, wounded but all right, gets up, along with a couple other Resistance soldiers. Loki can feel his heart slowing down. Is this how death feels?, Loki thought feeling weakness in his arms. John ran through the not-so-blocked corridor.  Smith promptly gets rid of the puny humans by fatal blows. He goes after John Connor.

"...Hey," O'Chase said. "You are a god, right?"

"No," Loki said. "I am nothing of godness. Gods refused to help and I do not want to associate myself to a waste of time."

"...I never really liked you," O'Chase said. "But you could do a huge favor for humanity."

"Such as?" Loki asks.

"There's another  machine, a T-890," O'Chase said. "Make him protect John."

"I am not a computer whiz," Loki said.

"You are good at convincing people," O'Chase said. "And lying."

"That I am," Loki said. "What about it?"

O'Chase smiles.

"Nothing," O'Chase said. "I just find it funny."

"I would like to hear this 'funny idea'," Loki said.

"Liars and Terminators," O'Chase said. "What is the worst that can happen..."

O'Chase stops breathing and his eyes are a void of darkness.  Loki covers his wound getting up. He goes over to the corridor leading to the racks of  Terminators. It seemed daunting at first to carefully pick out the right model O'Chase specified.  He can feel his life slipping away. So is this how mortals feel in their last moments of life, Loki thought, how dreamy.

"Identify  yourself," The computer said, appearing on a monitor being a young woman with dark curly hair.

"Loki of Midgard," Loki said. "Demigod."

"What is your purpose, Loki of Midgard?" The computer said.

"To save," Loki said.

"Do you have family?" The computer asks.

"Of this realm, I do," Loki said. "Knight Tackdottir. Daughter of Tack. I am the son of Laufey."

"You are injured," The computer said. "Do you need bandages?"

Loki shook his head.

"Computer...." Loki said. "Activate T-890. Program; Ensure John Connor is not infected!"

"Terminator activated," The computer said.

Loki collapses against the wall feeling himself leaving this body.

The T-890, resembling Van Diesel, steps foot on the floor with blind eyes. He can be called the most oddest Terminator yet to have been created with clouded eyes and built in googles. T-890 activates a T-892  then motioned over to Loki and made a few words. This T-892 is a woman by all accounts with relatively short red hair.

The T-892 puts Loki on the table and begins operating on him.

She sedates Loki and began using man made medical tools.

Her mission: Keep the patient alive.

And she cannot fail.