Terminator Salvation: Trial by Fire (23 page)

“Yeah,” Barnes said, watching her closely. “So?”

“So Marcus had a mission,” Blair said. “He was trying to lure Connor into Skynet Central where the machines could kill him.”

Barnes grunted. “Did a damn good job of it, too.”

“Which is exactly my point,” Blair said. “Prototypes don’t get sent on missions. Prototypes don’t get used for anything. They’re built purely to test out the systems, or to experiment on in the lab, or even just see how the specs look in solid form.”

“Unless he was all Skynet had left after it blew up the lab,” Barnes suggested.

“And it managed to program the mission into his chip and get him in position to survive the explosion, all on the fly?” Blair countered. “Because the way Connor described it, the start-to-finish window on that mission was pretty damn short.”

“So if Marcus wasn’t the prototype, what would the prototype have looked like?”

Blair shook her head. “Like I said, its only purpose would have been for study. To show how the interfaces worked, how the living organs handled their job—that sort of thing.”

“So if it had a wrecked face, no one would care.”

Blair looked sharply at him.

“The Theta that attacked Jik,” she said. “Are you saying
that
was the real prototype?”

“Or maybe a couple of steps down the line,” Barnes said. “So once you got all the insides working, what would be next?”

Blair studied his face. His tone and expression said he was going somewhere with this. But where?

“You tell me.”

Barnes shot a glance at Smith and Trounce, who were leaning forward as they listened intently to the conversation.

“These Thetas are Skynet’s new infiltration units, right?” Barnes said. “I mean, why else bother?”

“They’re definitely a step up from T-600s and rubber skin,” Blair agreed. “A little on the risky side, though. You saw how Marcus was able to break Skynet’s programming.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Barnes said with a grunt. “What I was thinking was that once Skynet got their bodies looking right, it would have to bring their brains in line, too. That means...” He stopped, eyeing her expectantly.

And then, suddenly, she understood. “False memories,” she bit out. “
That’s
what Jik is. He’s a
Theta
.” She glared at Barnes. “You figured that out, and you didn’t
say
something?”

“Hey, I didn’t get it until you were in the middle of your big prototype speech,” Barnes protested. “And we
both
should have gotten it a lot sooner anyway. Remember when we crossed the river and he got tangled up in that loose T-700 arm?”

Blair felt a shiver run through her as she recalled, “He didn’t just get tangled. The arm’s reconnection magnet grabbed him, just like that mine at the base got Marcus.”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Barnes said. “Don’t know why he didn’t just kill us once we saw that. Probably figured we were too stupid to notice.”

“Or he genuinely doesn’t know what he is,” Blair pointed out. “Marcus didn’t.” She looked over at Smith and Trounce. “That also explains a few other things.”

“Like?” Barnes asked.

“For starters, why Baker’s Hollow is still here,” she said. “This town—these people—are Jik’s test run. His own—” She smiled faintly at Barnes as a piece of last night’s conversation flickered up from her memory. “Skynet’s own trial by fire.”

“What are you talking about?” Smith asked.

“Don’t listen to them,” Trounce growled. “We’re still here because we’re smart and tough. A hell of a lot smarter and tougher than the city pansies they’re used to.”

“Are you?” Blair countered. “Three scientists working for Skynet drop in out of the blue and just happen to stumble onto your town. They say they’ve been working for Skynet, yet Skynet never comes looking for them. They settle down, get to know the people, let the people get to know them... and then, a couple of months later, this stranger Jik comes wandering into town.”

“And they sit back and take notes and see how all the rest of you react to him,” Barnes said. “See if you can spot a Theta when it’s staring right back into your face.”

“That’s crazy,” Trounce insisted. “Connor said one of those hybrid things attacked him. Why would it do that if they were both on the same team?”

“Because it’s no use seeing if people can pick a Theta out of a crowd if they don’t know Thetas even exist,” Blair said.

“Right,” Barnes agreed. “They’re infiltration units. They have to be able to pass for human in front of people who know they’re out there.”

Blair shivered, her mind flashing back over the long, dark years. Skynet hadn’t started its war that way. For a long time it had relied on massive, brute-force firepower to take out the survivors of the Judgment Day nukes. But as the Resistance had gotten organized and hardened, it had gradually shifted its focus from T-1 tanks and H-Ks to the subtler but ultimately more effective tactic of infiltration.

The T-600s had been the first, and they’d been bad enough. It was unnerving to see a stranger coming toward you down a dark street, knowing you wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was human or machine until it was well within killing distance.

But a Terminator who could walk right up to you without betraying its identity was far worse. If Skynet ever got Thetas into full production it might well be the beginning of the end for the Resistance.

And the end of the Resistance would be the end of humanity.

“Let me get this straight,” Smith said. “So Connor shoots up—”

“He’s not Connor,” Barnes cut him off.

“Whoever,” Smith said impatiently. “So him shooting up a Theta is proof he’s one of them. But you two shooting up a couple of T-700s is proof you’re not?”

“You want proof?” Barnes asked. “No problem. You got any magnets in town?”

Smith and Trounce exchanged looks.

“Maybe,” Smith said cautiously. “Why?”

“You heard what we said about Jik getting tangled up at the ford,” Barnes said. “There’s some magnetic metal in Terminator endoskeletons. All you need to do is get a magnet and run it over him.”

“Just make sure you have your guns ready,” Blair warned. “And don’t let Lajard and the others get away, either.”

Smith shook his head. “You two are certifiable,” he said sadly.

“Forget it,” Barnes growled. “Maybe Preston will listen to reason.”

Smith angled his head backwards, peering out the side of the window.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” he said. “Here he comes now.”

Hope hadn’t seen Susan and the other two scientists since her father and Jik had rushed everyone over to Annabel’s house and started collecting and preparing the equipment for their attack on the T-700s. Knowing Susan, Hope expected her to be waiting when she and her father arrived back in town.

Sure enough, there she was, standing by one of the trees and picking restlessly at its bark.

What Hope hadn’t expected was that Lajard and Oxley would be with her.

“So it’s done?” Lajard demanded as the two Prestons came into sight. “You’ve destroyed them?”

“That’s right, we did,” Preston said. “Which you could have found out from any of the others who just came through here.”

“Yes, well, none of the others seem all that excited about talking to us right now,” Oxley growled. “Like this was
our
fault.”

Hope looked sideways at her father, wondering if he would point out that it
was
at least partly their fault. Willingly or not, the three of them
had
worked for Skynet.

But as usual, her father was diplomatic.

“That’ll pass,” he said instead. “We got both Terminators, and no one got hurt. It’s over.”

Lajard hissed. “Right. No one got hurt except a couple of valuable machines that weren’t bothering anyone.”

“Give it a rest, Remy,” Oxley said sourly. “And it’s
not
exactly over yet. We still have to decide what to do with Barnes and Williams.”

“We’re going to let them go, aren’t we?” Hope asked.

“That’s up to Connor,” Oxley told her. “He’s the one they seem out to get.” He looked at Lajard. “And since Connor’s the one who came up with the plan to take down the T-700s, I’d say he’s proved his credentials.”

Again, Hope looked at her father. Again, he passed up the obvious comment.

“We can discuss it when he gets back,” he said. “In the meantime, Hope and I need to go home and clean up.”

“Actually,” Susan spoke up hesitantly, “I was wondering if I could borrow Hope for a while.”

“What for?” Preston asked, frowning.

“What else?” Susan bent over and lifted her bow and a quiver of arrows. “Someone needs to keep the food coming. With everyone else busy with the Terminators, I thought she and I could see if we could find some game.”

“That’s very generous of you,” Preston said. “But we should have enough food in town to handle a night or two.”

“I’m not so sure,” Oxley warned. “I was talking to Vic earlier, and he said the cupboard’s looking pretty bare.”

“If I can’t have Hope, can I go out alone?” Susan persisted. “I’d like to do
something
today to earn my keep.”

Preston looked at Hope. “What do you think?”

Hope hesitated. The Terminator battle had left her pretty worn out, emotionally as well as physically. On top of that, she really wanted to be there when her father talked with Blair and Barnes.

But the forlorn, desperately eager look on Susan’s face was impossible to ignore.

“It’s okay,” she said, suppressing a sigh. “I’ll go with her.”

Her father looked at Susan, then reluctantly nodded.

“All right,” he said. “But I don’t want you going any farther than Crescent Rock. Clear?”

“Clear,” she confirmed.

“Get going, then,” he said. “And be careful.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine,” Susan promised. She gave Hope a tentative smile. “We’ll both be just fine.”

The concrete turned out to be tougher than Kyle had expected when he’d suggested the plan. Callahan did his first shift, digging away with his knife until his arms were too weary to lift anymore. Kyle had taken over from him, then Zac. After that it was back to Callahan and once again to Kyle.

Along the way they ruined both Callahan’s and Kyle’s knives, first dulling the edges and then grinding down or breaking the blades themselves.

It was on Kyle’s turn, as he was dragging a piece of bent metal through the enlarged groove, when it finally happened. The section of slab abruptly shifted, the end swinging down half an inch as if on hinges, closing the groove and trapping the end of their cutter.

“Got it,” he whispered down to the others, trying to blow out the concrete dust that had settled into his lungs without the noise of a cough.

“Okay, get down,” Callahan whispered back. “Hurry—they’ll be back any minute now.”

Carefully, Kyle climbed down from his perch on the door frame, wincing at the fresh cuts and scrapes on his hands as he steadied himself on Callahan’s and Zac’s shoulders.

“Wait—you left the cutter up there,” Zac said, pointing urgently.

“I couldn’t get it out,” Kyle told him. “It’s wedged in too tight.”

“But—”

“It’s okay,” Callahan said. “It shouldn’t fall until the slab breaks. Once it’s mixed in with the rest of the rubble, there’ll be no way for Skynet to make a connection.”

“Assuming we’re not in the open at the time,” Kyle said. “Where are we going?”

“Over here,” Callahan said, picking his way quickly across the debris. “Watch your step.”

Callahan’s hiding place turned out to be all the way across the chamber, behind a heavy and nearly intact slab of concrete that was leaning up against another equally impressive piece. The angle between them wasn’t very big, but there was enough room for the three humans to squeeze in between them.

Kyle shivered as he wedged himself into place just inside the open end, sitting with his knees pressed up against his chest and Zac pressed against his side.

“It’s like cold storage in here,” he muttered.

“Cold is good,” Callahan murmured back from over on Zac’s other side. “Helps mask infrared signatures.”

“Shh!” Zac hissed. “Here they come.”

For a few seconds there was silence. Then, once again, Kyle heard the familiar rumble of metal feet overhead. He listened closely, wondering just how fragile the slab was. Wondering whether this line of T-700s would do the trick or whether they would have to wait here pressed against cold concrete until the next cycle before the floor gave way.

And then, abruptly, with a thunderous crash, it did.

A crash that was followed by utter silence.

Kyle froze, staring out at the underground chamber, wanting desperately to lean an eye far enough out of their shelter out to see what was going on.

He fought back the temptation. If any of the Terminators happened to be looking in his direction at the time, that would be the last mistake Kyle would ever make.

So he sat there quietly, listening to his thudding heart and waiting for something to happen. The silence stretched out...

And as Kyle strained his eyes, he spotted a small, subtle red glow out in the chamber. Not a stationary glow, but one that slowly swept across the walls and rubble.

The glow from a Terminator’s eyes as it carefully and systematically scanned the chamber.

Kyle’s reflexive impulse was to press closer to Zac and get as far away from the opening beside him as he could. Once again, he resisted the urge. The Terminator out there might pick up his heat if he stayed where he was, but it would certainly pick up any noise he made while trying to change position. The glow brightened as the Terminator’s sweep reached the slab in front of them, then disappeared as it passed by. Kyle held his breath...

And then, from the direction of the collapsed tunnel floor came the soft scrabbling of metal on concrete.

Kyle hesitated. But this time, risky or not, he had to look. If the Terminator had spotted them, and the scrabbling sound was more of the machines coming down from above, he and the others would need the next few crucial seconds to get clear of their hiding place and try to make it to an exit that was too small for the Terminators to chase them through.