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Who: Sarah Connor and Mick St. John
When: Tonight
Where: Middle of New York somewhere
What: Looking for John
Warnings: Doubtful. Except for maybe language
Sarah had headed to the address that Mick had given her, though she wasn't quite sure that she should be trusting this guy to find John. But well, she wouldn't be telling him anything until she proved that he wasn't a huge fucking robot. At least this way, if he saw her and attacked, she'd know right away.
When she got there, she waited, leaning up against a mailbox and her hand at her back, against her gun and she waited. This was probably a bad idea. At least she hadn't jumped times again. That would seriously suck.
When: Tonight
Where: Middle of New York somewhere
What: Looking for John
Warnings: Doubtful. Except for maybe language
Sarah had headed to the address that Mick had given her, though she wasn't quite sure that she should be trusting this guy to find John. But well, she wouldn't be telling him anything until she proved that he wasn't a huge fucking robot. At least this way, if he saw her and attacked, she'd know right away.
When she got there, she waited, leaning up against a mailbox and her hand at her back, against her gun and she waited. This was probably a bad idea. At least she hadn't jumped times again. That would seriously suck.