--he smiled proudly* No, see... *long legs carrying him across the gleaming tile to where she stood, -- Catherine Weaver

--he leaned his elbow to the Triple Eight's shoulder* I've reprogrammed them. My uncle, he worked for...-- Catherine Weaver

-- He designed a big chunk of their operating system. He died when I was only a lad, but he left notes. -- Catherine Weaver

--More than enough of them for someone with half a brain to figure out how to do it... *the -- Catherine Weaver

--dimples in his cheeks showing as he grinned wide* And I have considerably more than half a brain... -- Catherine Weaver

--*pausing, he considered the situation* Is Connor dead? *blinking* You haven't come to kill /me/ have you? Catherine Weaver

: // #Timebomb ~ Pause

*discomfort coursing through him at Catherine Weaver’s piercing gaze, he stood, transfixed for a beat. -- John Connor Allison Young

--Confusion flickering in his eyes. Should he fear this new breed? She was deadly for sure, --Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

On the TL! ~ Colin Greer ~ Follow to keep tabs on #Colin and #BrokenHallelujah! ~ HQ #Terminator #TSCC

--yet here he stood. If there’s one thing he knew about metal, that was that if it wanted — Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

--you dead. You were dead. Simple as that. No time to run, mate. You’re squeezed out of — Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

--you’re meat wrapper, while your entire family is running in futile circles without— Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

--so much as a /clue/ what to do about it, yet here he was. Not even the slightest bit dead. — Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

--Nope. This machine hadn’t come to kill him. Quite the contrary, it seemed. — Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

—*his reticence dissolving in a flash he turned an openly gregarious smile to Catherine Weaver — John Connor Allison Young

—his eyes sparkling with mischievous amusement. and set the rag and WIndex bottle to— Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

--the floor. Straightening, he stepped forward, shoulder to shoulder with the machine*— Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

--I’d kill the one who killed my dad. *eyebrows raised, he gestured back to her entry point — Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young

--into his timeline* In fact I thought you might be him. His name’s John Connor. D’you know him?Catherine Weaver John Connor Allison Young