Terminator Salvation: From the Ashes (5 page)

CHAPTER

FOUR

The half-underground complex of half-broken buildings that made up Fallback One was smaller than the group’s previous bunker had been. It was also a bit more spread out and was thus, at least in Kate’s estimation, more vulnerable to a pincer attack if and when Skynet finally tracked them down.

But it did have a few advantages over their last base. For one thing, it was partially underground, and had a direct connection into the city’s old system of storm •drain tunnels, which meant a somewhat safer escape route. For another, it had a large open space in the middle of the complex where the entire group could gather together for planning or conferences or just plain simple emotional support.

At the moment, though, having everyone here together was looking more like a liability than an asset.

“—glad you got your people out alive.” The audio speaker crackled with the static-laden voice of one of the generals at Command. “Considering the scope of the attack, that’s no small feat.”

“Thank you,” John said into the mike. “What we need right now is some assistance in replacing the gear we had to abandon. We could meet your people wherever it’s convenient—”

“Unfortunately, we’re not in a position to help you resupply at the moment,” the general interrupted. “We can offer some organizational support, but that’s all.”

“Perhaps a partial resupply—” John began.

“I’m sorry, Connor,” the other cut him off again. “There’s another call coming in that I have to take. Good luck.”

The radio went dead. For a couple of seconds John stared at the mike, his face giving away nothing of what Kate knew was going on behind it. Then he stirred, reaching over and shutting off his transmitter. He glanced once at his wife, then turned to the group huddled silently around him.

“Well,” he said calmly. “Looks like we’re on our own.”

No one said anything. Kate looked around the room, her eyes touching in turn each of the faces she knew so well.

Fifty-four. There were fifty-four of them, now that Piccerno was gone: forty-two adults, plus six teens and four children under ten who the realities of life had put on the fast track to adulthood.

There were also, at last count, two babies.

Most of the adults were seasoned, hardened fighters who had been with her and John for years, and on their faces Kate could see only small flickers of concern or annoyance. Hard experience had taught them that disconnecting from their emotions as much as possible was the easiest way to make it through the life they’d been given.

The half-dozen civilians hadn’t yet learned that lesson. Their eyes were wide with disbelief, fear, and the beginnings of quiet panic, particularly the babies’ mothers. They weren’t fighters, and probably never would be.

They were with the group for the simple reason that there had been nowhere else for them to go.

Predictably, it was Barnes who finally broke the silence.

“That sucks,” he declared.

As if that was the signal everyone else had been waiting for, a rustling of murmurs erupted across the room. Kate caught snatches of some of the conversations, curses or pithy complaints 26

lifting themselves briefly out of the general buzz. John let it run for a few seconds, then cleared his throat.

The room went instantly silent.

“You can’t blame Command for their decision,” he said calmly. “They have limited resources, and they have to do triage, like anyone else does.”

“With all due respect, sir,” Barnes said, “I think that’s a load of—” He glanced sideways at two of the children standing near him “—I think that’s ridiculous. Some of us have been fighting this damn war longer than Command’s even been in operation.”

“They’re career brass,” someone from the back of the room put in sourly. “History doesn’t matter, potential doesn’t matter. All they care about is what you’ve done for them lately.”

“I had a boyfriend like that once,” Blair Williams murmured.

“Not for long, I’ll bet,” Tunney said.

Blair sniffed loudly.

“Shelf life of an egg.”

A general chuckle ran through the assembly, and Kate sensed some of the tension fade away.

As usual, John was right on top of it, ready to take advantage of the altered mood.

“Simmons is right,” he said. “What counts is not whether we’ve delivered in the past, but whether we can
continue
to deliver. This is the ultimate in natural selection, where the weak not only die, but die very quickly. Command can’t waste supplies, or risk being compromised, by a group that isn’t going to make it anyway.”

Barnes muttered something under his breath.

“Well, if they think we’re gonna just roll over and die, they’re full of—” He glanced at the children again. “You know?”

“Absolutely,” John agreed. “They want us to deliver? Fine. We’ll deliver.” He straightened up in his chair, his eyes flashing with sudden fire. “And we’re going to deliver so spectacularly that they will never,
ever
write us off again. Whether they like it or not.”

Kate looked around, watching with a never-waning fascination as John’s words, character, and unshakable strength of purpose quieted a room full of fear and despair and uncertainty. They would succeed, because John knew they would.

“What’s the plan, sir?” David asked, putting the group’s new sense of determination into words.

“Right now, the plan is for everyone to get some sleep,” John said. “Almost everyone, anyway.

David and Tunney will organize sentry duty, and then the seniors and I will sit down for a strategy meeting.” His eyes swept the room one final time. “You behaved superbly tonight, and I want you to know how proud I am of every one of you. Go get some sleep, and by the time you wake up we should have a plan that’ll make the other local Resistance groups, Command,
and
Skynet sit up and take notice.”

David did a half turn to face the group and gave a brisk nod.

“Dismissed,” he said.

Another low murmur of conversation started as the group began a general movement through the three doorways that led to the bunker’s various sleeping and living areas. As they did so, David and Tunney slipped into the departing crowd, each picking two soldiers and sending them off to the appointed sentry posts.

Two minutes later, the only ones left in the room were John, Kate, Barnes, David, Tunney, and Blair.

“Good pep talk, Connor,” David commented as they rearranged the handful of chairs into a circle. “Though may I suggest that the plan not make Skynet sit up and take
too
much notice?”

John’s lip twitched in a half smile, and Kate felt her stomach tighten. If the others only knew how long Skynet
had
been taking notice of him.

“We’ll see what we can do,” John said, turning to Blair. “Yoshi did make it through, didn’t he?”

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“Yes, he’s fine,” Blair said. “He’s at the hangar helping Wince check out the Hogs.” Her nose wrinkled. “Afraid I took a little more damage than I’d hoped to.”

“The important thing is that you got back alive,” John reminded her. “Bringing your planes back—in
any
shape—is an extra bonus.”

“So what exactly did you have in mind?” Tunney asked.

“There are a couple of possibilities,” John said. “One obvious target would be the Capistrano radar tower.”

“Won’t be easy,” David warned. “There’s a reason Skynet built the damn thing so close to NukeZero—there isn’t a single scrap of cover for at least a klick around it. Not even bushes.”

“Not to mention that the whole area’s still a little hot,” Tunney added.

“Both excellent reasons why the tower hasn’t yet been taken down, and why Skynet might not expect us to go for it,” John said. “Kate, do we have any actual readings .on the radiation levels down there?”

“I haven’t had an update since last summer,” she said. “By now, though, I would think that the worst danger would be long-term cancer risks.”

Barnes snorted. “Like any of us is going to live long enough to worry about
that.”

“You never know,” John said. “Though that still leaves the lack of approach cover. Blair, you’ve flown around that general area. Anything of interest you noticed that someone on the ground might have missed?”

“Not down there,” Blair said. “But I did notice something tonight that struck me as strange.”

She described her final aerial battle, and the four darkened HKs that had allowed her to escape rather than join in the battle.

“Interesting,” John said when she’d finished. “What did the ground around the warehouse look like? Would anyone at street level have been able to see the HKs?”

Blair’s eyes unfocused a bit as she considered.

“Not from street level, no,” she said. “Probably not even from the second or maybe even the third floor of anything nearby. There were heaps of rubble—
big
heaps—surrounding the place.

More rubble than there
should
have been, now that I think about it.”

“As if Skynet deliberately blew up all the nearby buildings so as to block the view?” John suggested.

Barnes snorted again.

“Or else they were just sitting there waiting for her to head back so they could follow her.”

“No one followed me,” Blair insisted, sending a dark look in his direction. “Trust me. I did a weave-and-duck the whole way back.”

“I don’t think Skynet’s plan was to follow her,” John said. “I think the plan was for her
not
to notice the warehouse.”

“Then why position HKs there at all?” David asked. “If Skynet didn’t want to draw attention to the place, it should have scrambled them when it launched the attack on our bunker.”

“Except that Skynet couldn’t have known I’d be going that far west,” Blair pointed out.
“Or
that I’d live long enough to tell anyone about it.”

“Exactly,” John agreed. “I submit that by the time Skynet realized the danger, it was too late to move the HKs without revealing that they’d been sitting that far away from a known staging area.

All it could do was go silent and dark and hope she didn’t see them.”

“You think the warehouse is a new staging area, then?” Kate asked quietly.

She saw John’s throat tighten.

“I think it’s the most likely possibility,” he said.

For a moment the room was silent, and Kate watched a fresh layer of grimness settle onto their faces like drifting dust. They knew as well as she did what it meant when Skynet set up a staging area in the middle of a city.

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Somewhere deep inside itself, the pitiless artificial intelligence that was Skynet had calculated that it could spare some of the resources it was throwing against the Resistance, and divert them to the job of killing a few blocks’ worth of civilians.

Reaching to a tray behind him, John pulled out a map and spread it out on the narrow table beside the radio.

“Show us where it is,” he said.

Blair stepped over and studied the faded paper as the others got up and gathered around her and John.

“The buildings where I dropped the HK are here,” she said slowly, pointing at a spot on the map.

“So the warehouse is… here.”

“Mm,” John murmured. “What do we know about that area?”

“Not much,” David said. “I don’t think there are any organized Resistance cells anywhere nearby.”

“Except us,” Kate said in a low voice.

“And we’re not all that close,” Tunney noted, leaning over the map. “There
could
be quite a group of civilians there, though. Looks like there were at least two major strip malls with grocery stores in the area, plus I think this thing here on the edge of the neighborhood was a warehouse outlet store.”

“Lots of packaged food and other supplies, in other words,” David added.

“In theory, anyway,” Tunney agreed. “If enough of it survived Judgment Day, there could be, oh, anywhere from 400 to maybe even a thousand people living in the sixteen blocks around Skynet’s new staging area.”

Kate winced. Up to a thousand people, all of them struggling day in and day out, fighting hard just to survive.

And Skynet was going to send in its HKs and T-600 Terminators and simply wipe them all out.

She looked at John. He was still gazing down at the map, but she knew he could feel her eyes on him. They couldn’t just abandon those people to sudden, violent death. Not if there was any way they could stop it.

Blair was obviously thinking along the same lines.

“If we could get hold of a Maverick, I’m pretty sure I could get in there and deliver it before they could stop me,” she offered. “No staging area, no slaughter.”

“At least until Skynet rebuilds it,” John said, his voice thoughtful.

“It would at least buy the people some breathing space,” Blair pointed out.

“Yeah, but Skynet won’t try playing possum twice in a row,” Tunney warned. “Next time it’ll be ready for you.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Blair said calmly. “I don’t know what kind of anti-aircraft setup the place has, but if I get in close enough it won’t have time to lock up either me
or
the missile.”

“Be an interesting race, anyway,” Tunney said. “Unfortunately, we’re a little short of Mavericks at the moment. Unless we can pry one loose from Command, I’d say you’re probably out of luck.”

“There might be a simpler way,” David said, running a finger diagonally across the map. “It looks to me like one of the old drainage tunnels cuts under the parking area around the warehouse.

We’ll have to check, but if it actually goes under the building itself, maybe we can blow the place without Williams having to risk herself or her A-10.”

“Skynet’s bound to have plugged it already,” Barnes said sourly.

David shrugged.

“Maybe. No way to know until we’ve checked it out.”

“We can’t destroy the staging area,” John said. “Not if we want Command to take us seriously.”

Kate frowned, replaying his words in her mind, convinced she must have heard him wrong.

“They won’t take us seriously if we
do
destroy it?” she asked.