!!D3/tV4+5MzR 03/04/11(Fri)10:40 No.14125201|
A single T-1000 is left on-site, a child model (4L).
It awaits the intruders at sub-level five, while the remaining personnel and materiel depart in two directions: one to the coast, the other towards the nearest railway hub. The destination is the Port of Miami, the cargo: three containers, packed to the brim with a veritable arsenal of weapons, mostly futuristic.
Boring through the earth, the first drill heads exit into the sub-level's thin air with a resounding crash. The drill head spirals outward like a flower unfolding, revealing a pair of matching Angry Biker Women T-800's; judging by their pink skin and unlined palms, they're fresh out of the vat. One approaches, flanked by its match, extending a hand out ... almost in friendship.
The T-1000 clutches its hands together, forming a cluster of daisies and smiles sweetly.
And then explodes with the fury of several tons of explosives, shattering into liquid fragments instantaneously, the two twinned Terminators vanishing into wisps of smoke and shattered titanium endoskeletons.
Five hours later, the T-1000 is on the surface, arms extending outwards, blade-like wings forming as it moves towards the west, en route to the nearest airport and the convoys heading to the Congo.
And that, ladies and gentlebots, is why it pays to be made from a liquid metal and not hardened materials.
Also: prepare your iNus, because we've got Skynet Quest, pt. 4: Salivation coming up tonight, at midnight, 4chan-time!