Fandom Streets, Saturday (All Day)
The mission was a success. There was no room for failure, no room to contemplate failure. She would find John Connor, Kate Brewster, and the twenty other targets and dispatch them quickly and cleanly. This was the mission. It was successful, even if it hadn't happened yet.
She'd entered this time in a hotel room, which had afforded her the opportunity to grab clothing. She'd disdained the weapon caches scattered throughout the room in favor of her internal weapons system, categorizing them all as too old or unwieldy for her to bother with. She had a Plasma Canon, what good would a selection of throwing knives do her?
She'd spent the rest of the afternoon on the laptop she'd also found in the room, pulling up information about her intended targets: public school records, photos, addresses, anything that might be useful in her hunt. The laptop was hopelessly old and outdated, of course, but her Nanotechnological Transjectors had taken care of that problem easily. Now, she was on the prowl. Her mission was a success.
Come out, come out, wherever you are, John Connor.
[Open! Up early for massive SP, though.]
She'd entered this time in a hotel room, which had afforded her the opportunity to grab clothing. She'd disdained the weapon caches scattered throughout the room in favor of her internal weapons system, categorizing them all as too old or unwieldy for her to bother with. She had a Plasma Canon, what good would a selection of throwing knives do her?
She'd spent the rest of the afternoon on the laptop she'd also found in the room, pulling up information about her intended targets: public school records, photos, addresses, anything that might be useful in her hunt. The laptop was hopelessly old and outdated, of course, but her Nanotechnological Transjectors had taken care of that problem easily. Now, she was on the prowl. Her mission was a success.
Come out, come out, wherever you are, John Connor.
[Open! Up early for massive SP, though.]