The Unbroken Circle Chapter 8

Sarah staggered across the parking lot, lurching toward her vehicle. Her limbs were wooden, barely responsive. Behind her the upper floors of the Zeira Corporation building where the strange aircraft had hit were wildly ablaze. As Ellison had predicted, emergency vehicles were pouring onto the scene but no one was looking for an escapee from the morning's mass jail escape. She walked past a police car unnoticed.

Why? she asked herself over and over again. Why had she not tried to stop him? Why had she not gone with him? Why had she let her son...her son...simply leave her life?

At some deeper level of her subconscious self Sarah knew the answer. John's anguished cry of "He's got her chip. He's got her," had shaken the very foundation of her life. After all she had tried to teach him of his destiny, of his responsibility to lead mankind against the machines, the machines that had killed his father, he was willing to throw it all l away...for her, for the metal, for the machine.

Through the curtain of tears filling her eyes Sarah could see her black SUV still parked at the rear of the lot. As she stumbled toward it she realized that there was another car in front of hers. It was some type of silver luxury car, a BMW maybe. Standing beside it were two people, a man and a woman, looking up at the burning building. Sarah's instincts told her that they were just gawkers who posed no threat. But there was an oddly familiar sense about the two that she could not escape. The man was fairly young, perhaps in his early twenties, close-cropped dark hair, expensive looking clothes and dark sun glasses. He had his arm around the waist of the young woman--pretty, long, dark hair pulled back from her face in a pony tail. She was wearing a brightly patterned sun dress cut just above her knees and sandals. Sarah suddenly realized that they were both watching her as she approached.

Sarah turned her face away. God, she thought, maybe they recognize me from the news. Get in the car. Get away quickly. Get away from these two.

The young woman stepped away from her companion and smiled. "Hello Sarah."

Something in that voice. Something so hauntingly familiar caused Sarah to turn toward her. The young woman...she looked she was Cameron. But she couldn't be. What was left of Cameron was in a burning building behind her. But now she was here and the expression on her face looked so alive.

The young man took off his sunglasses. Sarah felt her body begin to tremble uncontrollably. If John had had an older brother he might have looked like this. Confident, mature, even hard with that scar on his left cheek. It was his eyes though. They were caring, filled with affection.

"Hi Mom."

For the first time in her life Sarah Connor fainted.

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