To save the day you need all the right tools. You need to retrieve 'taken out' Terminators to sneak into the lab of Skynet, plenty of ammo, and some doubt to make it reasonable this mission is not over charged by 'ecstatic' attitude people. The Resistance sneak into the plant using cars with T-800's lacking skin and CPU's at the front.

"Kyle, you go with Washman," John said, in a hushy voice as they are in the helicopter parked within a oversized truck. "And Roberts to find T-11." Kyle nods. "I will go with the others to find Skynet's weak spot, take out Terminators, and find other survivors."

Washman has his fingers crossed.

Roberts is prepared for the mission to begin.

A blast swept through the back side of the oversized truck tearing it into pieces. Men and woman swept out shooting after the Terminators in the way. Kyle, Washman, and Roberts went on their way to find T-11 by going into the first building with a neat hallway being beyond clean. The florescent lights are a gentle blue. The floor tiles are white. The walls alongside are a light gray.

Washman lowers the gun.

"This is so not typical for a hide out," Washman said.

"It is like they expect visitors," Kyle said, as Roberts goes forwards surveying the hall. "So odd."

"I expect their hide outs to be not very well kept," Washman admits.

"Abandoned, wires dangling out of the ceiling, no lights beaming on in a otherwise dark environment, spider-webs abundant, old dust all over the place, and ceiling wall discarded to the floor cascaded like cards on top of another blocking passage ways," Kyle describes for Washman. "That what you pictured?"

"Yeah," Washman said, nodding. "That's what I pictured."

"Well," Roberts said. "Let's make it messy!" He shot at the security cameras quickly taking them out. "Now..." He blows the smoke off the gun. "It is a mess," Roberts grins stepping over what part of the security camera had fallen. "I have a feeling in my lucky foot we have to go this way."

Roberts walks down the hall.

Washman and Kyle share a glance then they follow after Roberts. Roberts takes quick work of Terminators in his way varying from size; child, teenager, and rat. The duo follow Roberts taking out other Terminators in the way. They came to a stop as there were several Terminators in two passage ways. One of which Roberts is firing through smacking several Terminators in his way.

"Roberts!" Washman shouts.

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY CALIBER!" Roberts shouts, sending a deadly blow to the neck of one Terminator sending it flying into the metal floor. "I will be fine!"

Kyle backs into a passageway shooting after the Terminator slowly coming their direction.

"Let's go, Blake," Kyle said, grabbing Washman out of the room and shuts the door.

"We just left Roberts!" Wasehman said, in hysteria.

"Roberts can take care of himself," Kyle said. "He has taken out a whole group of Terminators one time."

"That was with a grenade!" Washman said.

"This is Roberts you are talking about," Kyle said. "The man who claims to have a lucky foot. We should continue the search for T-11."

"Call him Tyler," Washman said.

"Tyler-11?" Kyle asks.

"Sure," Washman said.

"Tyler Eleven," Kyle said, walking down the hall. Washman follows. "Eleven, eleven, eleven."

"Long as you refer to my friend by his name--," Washman said but Kyle interjects.

"Which by his testimony is T-11," Kyle interjects.

"Then I am perfectly with that," Washman said. "One of these days he will say it. He will say what 'T' really stands for."

"If Skynet hasn't taken him over," Kyle said, doubt fully.

"He has a soul," Washman said. "He will take over."

"What makes you so sure about that?" Kyle asks.

"He saved my life," Washman said. "If he had no soul; I wouldn't be alive right now."