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Sarah forced her body to put one foot in front of the other. She stayed on the officer's heels and found they were going into the building they'd parked near. From a quick scan, Sarah assessed it was a rundown apartment complex and once inside she noted a stairwell with ten floors. She wound up them with the officer until they were on the seventh. The officer walked down the hallway that had doors with climbing numbers labeled on them. The doors were dark green and worn out. The hallway was carpeted and occasionally there was an overhead light that meekly revealed the hallway. But the officer came to room number 777 and unlocked the door with a key from her jacket pocket. Sarah entered the tiny apartment after she was signaled to go. She heard the officer lock the door, but she was too busy looking at the apartment. Yet in reality it was actually an efficiency with a small kitchen and space for a dining table, bed, and maybe a sofa. The efficiency was definitely smaller than Sarah's college apartment. But what was strange was the fact there was no dining table or sofa, not even a bed. The kitchen appeared to be empty. And the walls were bare except for the eerie gray paint. The only sole piece of furniture in the room was a worn wood desk and a matching chair that was positioned beside a closed closet. On the desk there was a brand-new laptop that had a few cords such as power or internet neatly flowing off it. Sarah couldn't slow her heart, and she nervously looked at the officer. She clenched her right hand and kept the fear out of her voice. "Who are you" The officer unzipped her leather jacket and revealed her uniform underneath. She stared at Sarah for a beat then walked away to the desk. For whatever reason, Sarah was compelled to follow the officer and desperately tried her question again. "Who the Hell are you" The officer had her back to Sarah, and she pressed her fingertips into the rear of the laptop's screen. She remained poised to close it but calmly answered, "My name is Cameron Philips." She now shut the screen then approached the closet and carefully leaned her Remington against the wall. Sarah stared at the officer's stiff posture. "Are you really a cop" The officer, Cameron Philips, pulled open the sliding closet door but didn't bother to turn on the light. Sarah started to wonder if the older woman would answer her or not. She was about to repeat herself but faltered at hearing Cameron's voice. "I am not an officer." Cameron removed her jacket and merely dropped it to the floor. Sarah's stomach pitched at this news. She slid her right hand into her jacket pocket and clutched the Blackberry Curve. "What do you want with me" Cameron turned her head sidelong, but she was steadily unbuttoning her top. "To protect and serve you." Sarah thought it was a joke but the woman was very serious about it. She hesitated but demanded, "Do you know who those men were"
"Yes," came the emotionless response from Cameron. She now pulled the uniform top out from her pants then dropped it on the jacket. She'd been wearing a black tank top underneath and without the uniform top; she revealed her extremely muscular figure. Sarah was well figured herself from jujutsu, but she didn't have the muscles like Cameron. She then noticed a hefty scar over Cameron's right shoulder blade. But what truly caught Sarah's attention was the light blue tattoo on Cameron's neck that looked to be from the Greek alphabet. Sarah jogged her mind on what Greek letter because of all the Greek life on campus. Finally, it came to her; it meant Omega. Cameron had pulled out a pair of jeans that hung in the closet. She knelt down and placed the jeans next to her while she untied her tall boots. Sarah shook her head and pressed, "Who were they" She could no longer hide her panic. "Derek and Kyle Reese," Cameron coolly replied. She rose up and pushed off her boots. She then undid her heavy belt, dropped it loudly to the floor, and unbuttoned her pants. Sarah was stunned when the older woman easily changed out of the officer pants and into jeans without a single care about her partial nudity. She remained slacked jaw until Cameron went back for a basic black belt that shined with silver studs. "Look," Sarah finally started in a panicked tone, "I don't who you are or what you're doing, but it can't be legal." She started for her Blackberry. Cameron had buckled her belt and slowly lifted her head. She now faced the college student and tilted her head. "I told you who I am." Sarah moved away and pulled out her smartphone. "No." She kept shaking her head; she punched in the number nine on her phone. Cameron instantly retrieved her shotgun from the wall but delayed from aiming it at Sarah. "You do not want to do that, Miss Connor." Sarah had her thumb on the number one but hadn't pushed it once let alone a second time. She stared at the shotgun then it sunk in that the woman knew her last name. "You know who I am." Very calmly, Cameron cocked her head to one side and smoothly reported, "You are Sarah Jeanette Connor II. Your father is John Neil Connor and mother is Sarah Jeanette Connor. You were born in Los Angeles on July 4, 1988 and currently attend University of California, Los Angeles. You are in your fourth year and will earn a bachelor of science in mechanical engineering this May." She blinked and finally seemed to breathe after her speech. "Would you like me to state your current GPA, your hobbies, and job" Sarah was slacked jaw, but she glanced back at her smartphone in worry. She stared at the first number displayed on the screen, which now faded to black. She lifted her eyes to Cameron and her thumb tensed on the number one button harder. Cameron took a step closer but stopped and informed, "If you alert the police then you will also inadvertently alert Derek and Kyle Reese to your whereabouts. It is not safe." "And you're safer" Sarah sarcastically shot back.
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