John blinked, unsure if what he'd heard was correct. Even Charlie, who had been the most accepting of John, personally, had needed more than that to truly believe. Derek bleeding out on the kitchen table and a cyborg standing right there, to name a couple. This Vance...well, he had traveled dimensions.
He was pretty sure, if they gave him the report on the John Connor of this reality and a night with a computer, he could tell them how far the machines had already intruded upon this reality. But, if he had lived to see the age of twenty-six still naive enough to put his own picture up on the internet, maybe they hadn't started here? "Sir, if technology has advanced here at a similar rate to home, the tech is already out there. If the machines have a hold on this reality, they're already here and have been for decades, hiding among us, and it's only a matter of time before they take over. Two and a half months before what will become known as Judgement Day."
John needed to get home, before he didn't have one.
"Weapons, explosives, you could say I've had a thorough training." John smirked, thinking about some of that training. "You're not far wrong. Father, uncle, mother's father, all military. Even did some time at a military prep." Alright, it had been three days, but that was enough to know how it worked. "You seriously believe all this, don't you?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Can I see that file now? Please? I want to know who's taking my place." He needed to know the future was in good hands until he could get back. He might only be seventeen, but he knew his responsibilities.