Disclaimer: This story is based on concepts by whoever created Predator and Terminator.
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* The T2: The Hunt Begins. *
* Chapter One... *
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Sarah looked up from her son and at the Terminator, *So much has changed. Two weeks ago, I would never had trusted him. "Him." Strange that I now think of him as "him," when not so long ago, I would've referred to him as "it." A cold heartless killer.*
*Back then I only trusted Kyle. And now this man, this Terminator, exactly like the man that would have killed me without a thought, is the same man that protects me to this day. At least I think he's the man that protects me, his identity is strikingly the same as the killer 10 years ago, sometimes I wake up seeing the face of the man or Terminator that protects me and Iam still startled at his face.*
"Mom, whats wrong?" John asked.
"Huh? What?"
"Mom you where spaced out."
"Im sorry I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"I was thinking about your life and mine," Sarah replied, "And your father."
"My father?!" John asked.
"Will talk about when we find a place to spend the night." Sarah added.
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The raised his mechanism and fired at his prey's new transport, hitting it squarely below the tailgate.
*This target will prove much more of a challenge, although I still do not understand why it remains with the other oomans.*
The Predator began descending down the side of the building, leaping from vehicle to vehicle stalking his prey.
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Detective Browning was beginning to become impatient sitting in traffic.
"Come on! Hurry up!" He yelled.
*Hello! Duh that can't here you Philipe.*
Once the traffic starting moving his car was suddenly smashed in from the top.
*What the hell!*
Philipe slammed on his brakes and opened his car door. He began examining the large footprint on the roof of his car.
*I've seen that footprint before. Wait a minute!*
Philipe reached back into his grabbing the information that General Phillips faxed him.
(Does everyone remember the old guy from the first Predator movie! The one at the base where they are debreifed and Dutch meets his old buddy."The black guy." The old guy that is debriefing
Dutch is General Phillips.)
*I knew it.* Phil turned around with such speed he almost knocked himself over. Looking at the fax sheet he matched up the footprints with the one's on his car.
"It's him!" He yelled.
Phil jumped back in his car and punched the gas, luckily the traffic was not as bad on the other side of the road. Phil began speeding down the two lane road swirving back and forth.
He spotted his shadow like figure jumping from car to car. He followed his target to a cheap $25 a night Hotel. The Predator just sat and waited for his prey to move again.
*What is he doing? He must be tracking something. I had better take some photo's.*
Phil pulled from a suitcase a large night optic 32mm camera. Right as Phil was about to take a snapshot he noticed it was now standing, and looking right at him. Phil swallowed his saliva slowly, trying not to make a sound.
*Oh shit!*
Phil dropped the camera into his passenger seat and began to stumble for his keys on the dash-board. He started the car. Nothing the Predator did not even flinch that he could tell, after all its was nightime. Phil put the car in drive and slowly pulled away.
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The Predator began scanning the area around the building which his targets went into. He detected a life form reading of a ooman sitting in a car. He slowly stood, the ooman was moving.
The ooman started up his vehicle and was driving away. The Predator began walking along the edge of the roof hovering over the car.
To Be Continued in Chapter 2...
Written By: Cyclone.
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