It wasn't a Gaius knock. He rapped fairly differently, almost nervously. Sarah rose from where she'd been sitting at the glass table, working on organizing her weaponry--and once again, cleaning it. A whetstone lay next to a cloth on the table. She took her taser with her, flipping it around with practiced ease.
"Who the fuck is out there?" she asked, aiming her voice sharp as the knife strapped to her thigh at whomever was on the other side.
It's even eerier than hearing her in the network cache.
For a while there's silence as John once more tries to decide on what to say. He decided about a hundred times in the past week, every single option seeming abysmal on second glance. Well, I'm your son is right out. He takes a breath.
"I'm a Tech-Com officer." A beat, letting that roll; she'll recognize it. There's no doubt. "I haven't been here long. I saw your conversation with the T-X."
"Prove it, fucker," Sarah said gruffly, cynical to her core. That voice didn't belong to Kyle, that was for sure. She wandered back to her table for a hot second and snagged her nine millimeter, just to be safe.
The T-X might have some sort of fucking tether that told it not to kill humans or whatever shit, but the fuck if Sarah was taking chances. That bitch machine could be playing her, anyway, and Sarah didn't want to die today.
Another time, John might have snapped out that it's not like he can pull unique information out of his ass when the T-X is ahead of even him, but that's not entirely constructive, and instead he just stays where he is and listens to her move away from the door and back again. He assumes she's gauging his height and where he is head is through the door.
"There's a picture of you. Sergeant Reese has it." (It's in a box, in their room, with Kate. He hasn't given it to Kyle - who is in no way a sergeant - yet.)
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"Who the fuck is out there?" she asked, aiming her voice sharp as the knife strapped to her thigh at whomever was on the other side.
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It's even eerier than hearing her in the network cache.
For a while there's silence as John once more tries to decide on what to say. He decided about a hundred times in the past week, every single option seeming abysmal on second glance. Well, I'm your son is right out. He takes a breath.
"I'm a Tech-Com officer." A beat, letting that roll; she'll recognize it. There's no doubt. "I haven't been here long. I saw your conversation with the T-X."
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The T-X might have some sort of fucking tether that told it not to kill humans or whatever shit, but the fuck if Sarah was taking chances. That bitch machine could be playing her, anyway, and Sarah didn't want to die today.
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Another time, John might have snapped out that it's not like he can pull unique information out of his ass when the T-X is ahead of even him, but that's not entirely constructive, and instead he just stays where he is and listens to her move away from the door and back again. He assumes she's gauging his height and where he is head is through the door.
"There's a picture of you. Sergeant Reese has it." (It's in a box, in their room, with Kate. He hasn't given it to Kyle - who is in no way a sergeant - yet.)
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