Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines (Stand Alone 27) by Hagberg David

Author:Hagberg, David [Hagberg, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Science Fiction, Computers, Robots, Media Tie-In, Artificial Intelligence
ISBN: 9780765347411
Google: DU-hnoszGTMC
Amazon: B000H2M4HI
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2003-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

She pointed the pistol at his face. "Out of my way!" The gun trembled in her grip.

"My mission is to protect you," Terminator told her

evenly. He took a step toward her and she backed up, keeping the gun trained on him.

"That's enough," she warned. She took another step back and was at the wall. There was nowhere to go. She tightened her grip on the gun and steadied her aim. "Move, or 111 do it. I swear I will. I'll shoot you!"

Connor hadn't moved. "Go ahead," he told her. "See what happens."

Kate was distracted by what Connor was suggesting. She glanced at him to make sure that he wasn't laughing at her again.

Terminator snatched the weapon out of Kate's hand. Her finger jerked the triggers back, past the safety guard, and the weapon fired point-blank into his face.

He flinched, and Kate stepped aside in horror, stifling a scream, not believing what she had just done. '

Terminator rolled something around in his mouth, turned his head, and spat out the deformed bullet, a drop of artificial blood on his lips.

"Don't do that," he said mildly.

Kate was beside herself. She didn't know what to do. Where to turn. What to say. "Oh, my God," she muttered. "Oh, my God."

Something metallic banged against the entry corridor wall and clattered down the stairs with a tremendous racket, belching dense white smoke.

It was tear gas. Connor jumped back from the canister as the sharply pungent smoke filled his nostrils and burned his eyes like acid. He had been taught as a kid to

breathe shallowly when you found yourself in this kind of situation. But Kate wouldn't know that.

"This is the police," a powerfully amplified voice came from outside the crypt. "We have the building surrounded. Release your hostage."

Connor reached for Kate, but she spun on her heel, managed to skip past Terminator, and was gone up the stairs in a flash.

He tried to go after her, but Terminator kicked the tear gas canister aside and hauled Connor back to a relatively smoke-free niche behind a couple of marble statues of angels.

"Just leave me here," Connor protested. His eyes were red and filled with tears. His vision was blurry at best. "You're wasting your time. I'm not the one you want."

"Incorrect," Terminator replied firmly. "John Connor leads the resistance to victory."

"How?" Connor shouted. "Why? Why me?"

"You are John Connor," Terminator said without inflection, as if Connor had just questioned a fundamental law of the universe.

But Connor shook his head. "Christ, my mom fed me that bullshit from the cradle. But look at me. I'm no leader. I never was. I'm never gonna be."

Terminator grabbed Connor by the throat and lifted him bodily off the floor so that they were eye to eye.

Connor struggled desperately to get free. "What are you—Let go—"

Terminator squeezed harder, as if he were going to

choke the life out of the human. "You are right," he said. "You are not the one I want I am wasting my time."

Connor's eyes went wide with rage.

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