The Terminator, after he had spent a short time at Annie's shelter, had gone back out. He had to restock some ammunition, as well as obtain more weaponry. He had managed to eliminate a few vampires and demons on the way. His supplier of choice was not a pawn shop. No, his data indicated that it wasn't sufficient for what he required.
His place of choice? An Army/Navy surplus store. Due to the state of things, thanks to the lack of sun, the building had been 'closed until further notice.' But that didn't stop him from breaking the lock and barging in in to take what he needed.
The ammo was easy. Then he scanned each item, and judging their strengths and limitations, had narrowed it down to several things. Teargas launcher, twin Uzis, MP5 machine pistol, M-79 grenade launcher, M-16, twin AK-47s, Minigun (Gatling type).
It had not taken long to store them in a burlap bag. Carrying them was easy as well, given the fact that he could probably lift a ton or more. And now, he was standing back in the lobby. A few weapons were on his person, but the bag rested a few feet behind him. The T-850 was very well prepared to help defend the others. He stood motionless, the only thing moving was his head as he repeated scanned back and forth over the room, taking in each detail...