..5:58 PM..

...Police station...

"You are the Uncle of Roger Smith?" The Officer asks.

I nod.

"That I am," I said.

The Officer slides forth a paper slip.

"Sign the paperwork," The officer said, leaning back into the chair  fiddling with his fingers. I take out a pen and start filing out the paper work. I saw the officer's name tag read Arnold Robertson.

"Army vet?"  Arnold asks.

"Yes," I lied.

"What war?" Arnold asks.

"The one against ISIS," I said, earning silence from Arnold.

"Oh," Arnold said, heaving a sigh. "That war."

"Yeah," I said.

"Who did'cha serve, soldier?" Arnold asks.

"Under Scott," I said.

"Hah," Arnold said. "At least there were some American common names. How many Thomas's were there?"

"Twenty three," I lied off the bat.

"You are a unlucky man," Arnold said.

I have a soft laugh.

"Yeah, right," I said.

I notice a woman from the corner of my eye walking past me.

"You must be still be employed by the army to be wearing that uniform around," Arnold said.

"I am," I said.

Radar: Terminator detected. Female. Just went by.

I know Arnold is trying to make some form of conversation; he is trying.

I'll give him that.

Model: 1005.

She strikingly reminded me of Beckett from Castle.  I drop the pen taking my hand down to the knife sheath around my belt. The vary reason why Arnold asked if  I was a vet because of the markings along my neck more endearingly more similar to dog tags now being imprinted on human necks these day. Fortunately that was Tyler Eleven's idea to imprint dog tag markings on my  neck shortly before activating me.

"Going to re-enlist?" Arnold asks.

"I am still enlisted," I said. "Listen, man, duck."

 I turn away then toss the knife into T-1005's shoulder.

T-1005 takes out the knife without a problem showing not a sign of a wound.  It was as if she is water but more stable and human. So much for being Mimetic Polyalloy.

"I have been waiting for you," I said.

T-1005 tosses the knife back at me. I duck hearing a gut wrenching 'fling' indicating the knife has landed in flesh. I get up seeing to see an empty chair twirling in circles where right beside it lay a dead corpse bleeding from the forehead with a blade sticking out.  T-1005 went down the hall quickening her pace but that is when gun fire from the present cops went out.  I tore through the walls until I came in to the jail cell Roger and a few other bad guys are in.

"Are you on Steroids or something?"  Roger asks.

I pick up Roger then leap out of the building.

"AHHHHH!" Roger screams, high pitch with his eyes closed. "I  am not ready to die!"

I land on the roof of a steel van.

"Sorry, folks!" I apologize, hopping right off.

"What are you?" Roger asks.

I open the cardoor to the family van, throw Roger in, and get into the driver seat  starting the engine.

"I said," Roger repeats. "What are you?"

"I am a Terminator," I said. "A hybrid."

"A..what?" Roger said as I drove away.

"Cyborg," I said. "We can't feel but we can feel psychologically."

"My grandpa has got to be human," Roger said.

"Sadly he was not," I said.

"...What happened to Grandpa?" Roger asks.

"He was terminated,"  I said.

"Liar!" Roger accuses me.

"I am sorry, but that is the story I was told," I said.

"What else are you lying about?" Roger asks, hurt.

"I am not your uncle," I said.  Roger grabs at the door and attempts to get out.  "Nope,nope,nope," I shut the door on Roger. "I made a promise along with my mission  perimeters. It is to make sure you and your sister do not get converted."

"Oh really?" Roger said, uneasy.  "What about the chat of the birds and the bees?"

"When two people like each other vary much, they go wherever that fits their privacy, get undressed, and have..." I said. "No, I shouldn't tell a child!"

"Hey, I have read some smut," Roger said.

"Oh god," I said.

"So tell me what happens in the bedroom," Roger said.

"A baby is made," I said. "But not within an hour. It takes a while for a baby to be made."

"Where did you come from?" Roger asks.

"If I told you; you wouldn't believe me," I said.

"Try me," Roger said.

"I was born from a woman,"  I said. "Just like you."

"You are a cyborg!" Roger said.  "I woulda' imagined you came off the assembly line."

I sigh looking towards the review mirror seeing T-1005's figure chasing the van.

"I am a hybrid," I said. "I am very different."

"Everyone is different," Roger said, as I speed up.  "But not machines. They are all the same."

I frown feeling hurt by Roger's comment.

"I recently fiddled with my aging systems," I said, turning my head briefly towards Roger. "Do I look any older to you?"

Roger gasps.

"Your hair is getting gray!" Roger said.

"Good," I said, with a rare smile towards Roger.  "it is working for once."

"Why was Grandpa terminated?" Roger asks.

"Tell me what you remember about him," I said, changing the subject.

"He was way better than you," Roger said.

"Hey," I said. "T-800's are all the same when it comes to being a figure to children. But my model is very different."

"Uh,then you are inbetween," Roger said.

"I can live with that," I said.

"But Grandpa was still better than you," Roger said.

The van tips forwards.

I look over my shoulder to see T-1005  holding on to the bumper.

"I can't bring him back," I said. "But what I can do is ensue you  are alive for what fate has in store."

"What kind of nonsense trash is that?" Roger asks. "You didn't answer my question," I can see tears form at the edges of his eyes. "Why was my grandpa terminated?"

I sigh.

"He wasn't your grandpa, either,"  I said. "I don't know why Skynet eliminated the previous T-800. He just was terminated."

"You lie," Roger said.

"I want you to go home, pack what snacks you can, get your sister, get the guns, and Spotty," I said, pushing on the break. "Then you must run."

"You are not gonna come," Roger said. "Just my lucky day."

"I will come," I said. "I will find you. I have files on you." I click his seatbelt buckle off then push Roger out. "NOW GO."

I swerve out of Roger's way as he rolled down the pavement.  Roger gets up then runs down the street. I ran over the T-1005 which in turn resulted in the van flipping over. I manage to get out of the van through the glassless window. I turn around to see T-1005 staring down at me with her arm in the shape of a long sword.

"Are you ready to be terminated?"  T-1005 asks.

"No!" I said, twisting T-1005's ankle then throw her into a store window.

I get up on my two feet.

"But are you ready to get your ass kicked?" I ask.

T-1005 helps herself up using two shelves.

"Termination is imminent," T-1005 said.

I shook my head.

"Not on my watch," I said, taking out a large gun.

I just had to stall and distract T-1005 long enough even if I got hurt.