John Connor (johnbaum) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-02-02 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 02, character: john connor, dead: henrietta lange, dead: leon vance |
RP: John and Vance
Who: John Connor and Leon Vance
Where: Los Angeles to Fort Hamilton
When: Thursday, February 3, 2011
Summary: "Time Lag" turns into "Space Lag".
February 2011. John had been in 2027 for less than two weeks and still it was enough to make 2011 seem like a paradise. Maybe he knew a little now of what his father, his uncle, Riley, Jessie, all the others who'd come back, had felt like. Coming from the wasteland of the future, even the dirty sidewalks and trash filled alleyways of Los Angeles seemed brighter. It was almost hard to believe all this would be gone in just two and a half months if he couldn't find a way to stop it.
And John wasn't sure he could.
The Terminator that had become Catherine Weaver seemed insistent both John and the strange Artificial Intelligence known as John Henry were needed to end the war in 2027, sixteen years after Judgement Day, when all this would be destroyed. But, John was hoping for a way to stop it sooner, if he could find John Henry. He needed to find John Henry.
He suspected Catherine Weaver knew where he was, or when. But, she came and went as she pleased and told him as little as she had to. After three days in 2011, he only knew she was still around because he'd woken that morning to find a new papers under the name 'Henry Gage', a wad of cash, and a 9mm pistol next to the bed. At least he had ID and a weapon now. Who knew what repercussions his little jaunt to the future had had on the past, did he exist in 2027 again? Whatever the case, he was sure he had at most a few days before Skynet's interest turned to him again.
It always did.
And he wanted to find his mother. It had been two years for her. Was she still alive? Had she found Skynet? Did she have cancer? Where had Sarah Connor taken the fight in his absence? The ruined basement of Zeira Corp had held no clues. John was hoping to find an internet cafe to see if he could find any trace of her, or Ellison, or Savannah Weaver, any link. The IDs showed him as already 18 even though his birthday was still some weeks off. So, at least he didn't have to pretend to be home schooled any longer.
It was one of those late winter days when the California sun was bright and clear even if it was only 50 degrees. It glinted off everything reflective -- and in Hollywood, that was half the city. If he remembered, there was a place up on Highland...if it was still there. A lot could have happened in two years. That was where he was headed when he first became aware of being followed. That hadn't taken as long as he'd thought.
Crossing Franklin, intending to cut up toward the Cahuenga Pass, John could see his pursuers more clearly -- black garbed, almost soldier types, he thought.
And then a prick in the side of his neck heralded a loss of consciousness.
Waking was not fun, but at least he was used to sleeping and waking in strange places these days.
John sat up, eyes automatically moving to check his surroundings. No exits but for one single door. Nothing in the room but for a table and a couple chairs. Too nice for a local PD's interrogation room. Government or military, then. Because this definitely had the look of an interrogation room. As he stood up, John wondered how many cameras were on him. There was no way anyone taking him off the street in that manner was going to leave him alone without monitoring him.
Was this connected to Skynet?
Was Ellison working with the FBI again and this was his way of making contact?
Where the hell was a super cyborg when you needed one?