The motorcycle zips out of perspective. T-1005 collapses landing on the pavement face first. I walk over to the side of the T-1005 then look off to the distance. My dashboard systems indicates the twins and whoever they hitched a ride on are long gone.

"Damn it," I lightly curse, looking down towards T-1005.

Skynet is making a plan of the sorts to get rid of their unknown threat through any means necessary. My face lacks skin and flesh so it mostly reveals a skeleton fused in metal where my eye sockets are growing back. Unlike humans I can grow my eyes back within a week while growing back facial skin takes really long. I have considered wearing a mask so this is where I came to resorting to a hood. That fight took out my recognizable facial features. Now I had just about tracked down the twins using a file of a break in on a historical Victorian house that resulted in the loss of building material. Skynet has now got the upper hand.

Kyle Reese will eventually be hunting me down.

And it won't be pretty.

I pick up the T-1005 putting her over my shoulder.

I walk back into the house cracking glass under my boots.

"Woof!" I hear a puppy bark.

"Ah, there we go," I said,scanning the scene for Spotty. "Come out, come out, come out where ever you are."

My metal optics can see through the night detecting energy signatures glowing out red.

I look around for Spotty.

"Spotty," I call.

"Woof! Woof!" Spotty barks.

I look down to see the little Dalmatian whimpering along the staircase on his side bleeding. I grid my teeth together. No dog should be treated like that!, I thought. I manage to get T-1005 into a box with wheels underneath then wrap Spotty into a towel in my arms. I make my way out of the building to the one next door currently under a controversial scandal and is up in the air to being sold which it will never be. In the basement is where I set up residence tying T-1005 onto a chair with her arms behind her back. I treat Spotty using my Veterinarian skill in my processor.

Spotty is growling at me.

"You know buddy," I said. "I am trying to help you and this is what I get for in return?"

I turn the puppy towards me.

"Sniff my hand," I said.

The dog is probably horrified at such a ugly creature like me. Something not of man. Something that is simply not of this era lacking a face. I put my hood up covering most of my lackless face to the pup. Spotty sniffs my hand that is trembling. Spotty lowers his head on the clean towel glancing from side to side whining.

"Good boy," I said, petting his head.

"I miss them too."

I take my hand off Spotty's head then take out dog food and dip it into a bowl. I get a second bowl trickling water in thanks to the operational faucet. Like a human I can sleep; I can remain awake for at least week without needing to move and then my system starts to suffer. I leave two bowls beside the towel and the wrapped puppy. I went over to the knocked out T-1005 holding a small black device in my hand.

I press the button.

"T-1005 up for duty," T-1005 said, in a monotone voice.

I step out of the shadows.

"You destroyed my face intentionally," I said.

T-1005 nods.

"The Connor twins will get lost and find their way to Skynet," T-1005 said.

"Nonsense," I said. "They are not the unknown agents who sent me."

"How does a hybrid know?" T-1005 said.

"I chose to forget," I said. "Unlike how The Guardian was forced to."

"So you know who sent you," T-1005 said.

"No," I said. "I do not know."

T-1005 frowns.

"But you just said you would know," T-1005 points out.

I lower myself down to her level.

"I don't," I said. "And if any harm comes to them you will die in a slow and painful death in the pits of molten steel just like your predecessor."

"You will die a slow and painful death," T-1005 said, harshly. "And no one will mourn your death."

I growl stepping back.

"I will not be terminated," I said. "Not until the mission is complete."

"Protecting the twins will take years," T-1005 said.  She had a short laugh acting as though I am a fool in her presence. "What is your main mission?"

"I said; to protect the twins from you," I said, now leaning forwards with my hands around her wrists on the chair. I am inches away from T-1005's face. "Where did they go?"

"You are hurting me," T-1005 complains as my grip tightens.

"Terminators do not feel pain," I said, staring into her eyes/

"But it does hurt!" T-1005 complains.

"You are made out of Mimetic Polyalloy," I said. "Liquid metal," I made a 'tsk' sound three times. "And you expect me to believe you psychologically feel pain!"

T-1005 puckers her lips together.

"Mentally, yes," T-1005 said, after thinking for while.

"Your mission is not to feel more human," I said.  "The only one who can feel human in this room is me."

"I am on visual learning mode," T-1005 said.

I frown.

"I do not believe you," I said. "How about the other items I kicked your ass around the city and not once did you flinch. You should be called Atticusia Finch for that."

"Atticus Finch is a racist," T-1005 said.

"Not every man is perfect," I said, tightening harder around her wrist digging in leaving marks. "Where are they going?"

"No idea," T-1005 said.

I let go of her wrists then take out a flame thrower.

"I will ask one more time and you will lose something very dear to you," I said. "As that will render your liquid metal abilities mute to that part of your body."