John laughed, the lightest sound he had made possibly in months, not since the night Kyle had talked him into helping play that prank on Derek with those old springs and his mess kit a couple months before the mission to Century that landed John on the bus. "Wasn't there some church that was big into family history or something? I've heard stories about these vaults they created in the mountains to store all the records. Maybe we just need to raid those to find all the sordid details."
Nodding, he followed along with Derek on their patrol. "If you're training them, I'm sure they have a better than fighting chance," he said with small smile. "I knew a guy once, tried to do the same for me. Mom had started training me practically from birth. And, she's good. But, she wasn't military. He was. I didn't always listen like I should have. I was young and stupid. But, I don't think I'd be alive right now if it wasn't for the things he taught me."
Mentally shaking off the memories, John shrugged. "I mean stopping them from killing people, which is what Skynet will do no matter what their plan is. If they die in the process? I won't cry." They were just about on top of the point Steve had shown him and John didn't have to act as he wrinkled his nose. "You smell that?"