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!!D3/tV4+5MzR 03/06/11(Sun)09:07 No.14147640American Flats, NV. A desolate town imitating life in the idyllic 1950's, a charade for a bomb which will never fall for a war which was written out of history by dint of peace being more profitable than war.
Late at night, an 18-wheeler made its approach on the outskirts of the facility; surrounding it, a wide network of sensors and detection equipment, cleverly disguised and networked together, prepared for almost any invasive efforts and dedicated to thwarting them.
What it was not prepared for was the arrival of a hundred sparrow-sized T-1000's dropping rocks from above and smashing lenses, sensors and sensitive equipment, rendering entire sectors blind, deaf and mute, then shortly afterward, redundant.
The truck disgorged its assault force by smashing into a brick wall and flipping onto its side, the roof peeling back as dozens of Terminators flooded outwards, metal feet slamming into the ground at high speed, muzzles swinging all directions outwards, upwards and around, seeking targets.
The guards on the site were ill-prepared for a dedicated assault and had no frame of reference for an absolutely merciless press forward from several directions at once, as T-1000's ejected from the countryside, propelled by catapults made from their own numbers, connected to one another by titanium cable spooled out from their projectiles, rapidly drawing the catapult-form T-1000's with them afterward.
The bloodshed which followed was both strategic and terrifying: not a single soul survived an encounter with the T-600s, and not a shot fired in defense was met with less than fifty in response from the T-800s.
T-1's rolled out from a fleet of pickup trucks and cargo haulers, each one moving into a different building's selected room, looting data from hard drives and terminals, stripping out valuable materials and resources with wild abandon and deadly precision.
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