14514/Some people just can't get enough of Nick

Some people just can't get enough of Nick
Date of Scene:	17 August 2022
Location:	Fred's Diner - Mutant Town
Synopsis:	A Terminator comes into the diner where Sarah eats. It doesn't go the way you think. Bucky and Nick probably didn't get their food order.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Winter Soldier, Sarah Connor

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
In the evening the inside of Fred's Diner is well lit. It is a beacon of hope for those out in the cold streets of New York. Hope of high cholesterol foods cooked on a grill top that likely hasn't been properly serviced in years.

And yet the food is SO damn good. Off to one of the booths there's a group of four college age students, enjoying a late night meal that would make someone in their 40s on up shake their fist in frustration at their cast iron stomachs.

The cook is once again lighting the stubborn grill top with his firebreath and the server is nonchalanty totaling up the checks for the Teen Table.

And it is into this scene that Nick opens up the door to the diner. In one hand, he carries a long list.

Winter Soldier has posed:
A bike rolls down the street, at a sedate pace that implies, somehow, that it could at any point decide to start casually breaking every highway code ever written. Upon this bike is perched a man who, if his expression is to be believed, is on a mission. Quite which mission is debatable. As for who sent him on this mission... well, possibly best not to inquire. He has this look about him that casual questions of this nature would be unwelcome. This just goes to show that you should never judge a biker by his scowl. In truth, this biker is likely to rescue kittens stuck up trees, and help elderly ladies cross the street, if only elderly ladies didn't seem to cross the street by themselves just fine. But you can probably take the kitten thing as a given.

This is also a biker who, for some reason, only recently seems to have discovered the joy that is Ken Loggins. It might be trite to have 'Danger Zone' blasting from a bike like this, but the biker seems to think it's worth a smile of some description, even as he peels off the road and into the parking lot of a particular diner. As he rolls to a stop, Bucky is dimly aware of another bike rolling to a halt not that far from him, and a biker very much like himself beginning to dismount. This biker, however, may not be so well disposed towards kittens, except possibly as a snack. As for elderly ladies...

With a measured tread, the man heads to the diner, closely followed by the other man. The two enter one after the other, one with murder on what passes for his mind, the other looking for a bite to eat. Which is whom? Whom is which?

Both of them turn towards Nick nearly simultaneously, but only one breaks into a bright smile "Hey, Snacko! They got you on another run I see."

The other man just casually reaches inside his jacket.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Sitting on the last table, back to the wall, where she can view the doors, and the mirrors in the corners, Sarah was actually eating her lunch. Well its a bit past lunch time, and the diner has settled down - all good things in Sarah's mind. She preferred the quiet. Not only because there were fewer people to keep an eye on, but anybody who /might/ be a terminator is easy to spot, and less people to defend.

Everyone was a potential problem according to Sarah. Everyone.

And, Nick was right, this place had the best fries! Not that she would admit it in front of him!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As someone is having a Top Gun moment, Nick turns his head to look for the source of the sound. Seeing a familiar face, he gives a half smile. Which, is a little short lived at the newly found nickname. "Snacko?" Nick repeats, "That's a new one." He shakes his head, "...Don't like it."

The server finishes up ringing up the ticket and starts walking over to the table to distribute their tickets.

The final discussions lead to some laughter and a turned head looking towards the register. There's a nudge, a whisper and yet another head turns. And then a phone lifts up.

Click. "Man I thought he was dead. This is so going up on my feed."

"Wait. You better make sure before-"

Eyes roll before the one with the phone looks over. "NICK!"

Winter Soldier has posed:
"You'll get used to it." Bucky grins, without explaining the new nickname. On the face of it, it seems self evident... but few things that the man comes out with are entirely straightforward. One who brings snacks? One who snacks? One destined to provide food for people higher up the foodchain? And if so, is the name transient and transferred upon the next Snacko when they join SHIELD? These questions and many others are likely to remain unanswered.

This is because the other man has just reached into his jacket to take out a phone. It's an older model, and has seens some hard use, but clearly it can display pictures, because it's doing so right now. Eerily, for those who were able to see it, which is not very many, the picture it showed is the exact same picture being taken now by the people at the other table. The man looks up from the phone to Nick, then back to the phone, to the people at the bar, and lingers for a few seconds on Bucky who catches the look in a reflective surface roughly at the same time as he becomes aware of Sarah sitting in the corner booth.

"Michael Drago?" asks the man in a strangely accented voice, shorn almost entirely of intonation, subjecting Nick to head-to-toe stare.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Well fuck. Couldn't she enjoy her lunch without running into SHIELD agents? Not that Nick was one - but he was around them -all. the. time.-- he might have been one, or at least collected a paycheck.

She debated: Try to hide in her corner, or nod to them.

Her head almost was in a nod, when she aborted the gesture. Something wasn't right. Carefully she put her french fry down, and veeeeeery carefully she brought out her gun from her back holster, and put her hand beneath the table and watched.. very.. carefully.

After all, Nick may be the victim of a lawsuit? It could be? Though in Sarah brain there were sirens going off. (There were /always/ sirens going off in her brain. it's how she had lived under the terminator threat for 18 year - give or take.)

But she was trying to sit back and then jump into the fray, rather than jump in and analyze after.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Hearing someone shout out part of his stage name, Nick turns his head to glance over, managing to coax out a few happy sounds. "I knew it." The one with the phone murmurs as they hit send. Pocketing the phone.

The kids start to pull out their respective forms of payment, ignoring the large men near the recently identified Nick.

"Ok we got a limited time before that goes vi-"

And then someone else calls his name.

His REAL name.

But.Only a small select group would know call him by that name and of that list, the only one with a favorable connotation is standing right next to him.

But wasn't the one who said it.

The expression upon Nick's face says it all. 'How on earth would you know that? If you're HYDRA I've already said 'no' and No means no. If you're trying to serve me with something I'm not interested.' His mouth is a bit more to the point.

"Fuck."

Winter Soldier has posed:
There is nothing left to be said. The man drops the phone, and reaches into his jacket again, roughly at the same time as Bucky shares a look with Sarah and decides that this is not the place for a shootout. For a moment, the pistol appears and is leveled at Nick with lightning speed, before just as swiftly a hand clamps down on the weapon, covering the ejection port and pulling it aside.

There is the loud report of a .45 being discharged in a closed off room, and the window at the far end of the diner shatters. "Run!" Bucky has just enough time to shout before his left arm reaches back and across like the anvil of an angry god, slamming the Vibranium fist into the man's face.

There is a sound not entirely unlike an accident in a bell foundry as metal meets metal, the man rapidly turns his attention to Bucky, and delivers a blow to the Winter Soldier's head that sends him reeling into the tables behind him.

Exactly two seconds have passed.

Sarah Connor has posed:
So far, so good in a manner of speaking. The stranger seemed to hone in on Nick.

Though Bucky caught her eye, and shook his head in a weird sort of way. There were two tables busy near Sarah. Standing up, with a calm voice she shooed those customers to the back entrance.

"Leave while you can."

Even as she moved towards Bucky and Nick. Now, certainly Bucky had a metal arm, but the sound of metal on metal, caused a utterance of profanity, as she begins to use her gun on the middle of the forehead. Without her proper guns it would be hard to stop it.

Each step brought her closer. And each step was another gunshot to the middle of his forehead. "We've got to take it down and remove the cpu immediately. Like fast. We have 90 seconds before it reboots the program, and we will have to start over again."

Not to mention sending information back. That was her biggest worry.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The sound of gunfire makes for a less than happy table of students. Phone already put away, the one who posted Nick's picture is unable to capture the feed of what is going on. But that doesn't stop the naysayer who was questioning the rocker just a few moments earlier.

Oh he definitely slid under the table, put that phone is still being held up, videoing Bucky engaging the other man.

His companions on the other hand have heeded Bucky's advice.

Nick, who just had a guy pull out a gun and try to shoot him, wheels away in reaction. That act was made possible by Bucky's quick movement. As for the advice to run. Nick's not as quick to take it. And instead as he turns, he uses the time facing away from the fans to Phantasm, obscuring the change in expression. As Sarah should out instructions on how to remove the CPU, he glances to the now identified Terminator. "Where is it located?!"

Winter Soldier has posed:
If the man is surprised to suddenly have someone shoot him in the forehead, he doesn't show it. In fact, no emotion is showing at all, even when the rounds which should have killed a human begin to dent the titanium plating of his cranium. Its cranium, to be more precise, because the lead spalling off the impact has removed a significant chunk of the skin that had been grafted over the Terminator's face. One eye is a red, baleful orb of hatred, one half of its face laid bare for what it truly is. The dent in its forehead is about the size of a thumbnail, surrounded by blackened and scuffed metal. By this point the thing is no longer capable of expression emotion, which is a missed opportunity because it is utterly baffled when Nick just... vanishes from its sensors. Well, almost all of them. There is a disembodied voice...

In one motion, the Terminator brings up the pistol to cover Sarah and reaches behind itself to grab the source of the sound. The arm going for Nick grabs thin air, leading to a very definite 'DOES NOT COMPUTE!' moment, exacerbated by the fact that the pistol fails to fire... since the first case never had a chance to eject, locking the pistol out of battery.

While it is still processing this, a hand clamps down on the pistol again... and /squeezes/. Steel and titanium crumple under the implacable grip of Vibranium, and the next moment a punch like the wrath of a hundred angry gods knocks the Termintator's head sideways. Bucky's mistake had been to see a human shape and adjust his strength to a human opponent. This is a mistake he's not making again, and holding the Terminator at arm's length he bodily lifts the thing up and slams it down into the floor. "What's a CPU?!"

Sarah Connor has posed:
Where is it.. huh?

"Behind the left ear. In the skull. But.. you would have to stop it first. There's a reason I told you not to hang around with me."

Well. That is ONE of the reasons. Amongst others. including the enormous SHIELD contingency that seemed to collect around him. That and she didn't tell them that besides the cpu's she had to burn the skeleton - or else it would eventually be parts for another (at best) or reanimate with a new cpu (at worst).

"Computer gadget that keeps its program working." Sarah really does not have time to launch into the spiel of what makes them go at the moment. "They're faster than humans." By far.

She shot off another round and realized she was going to have to go to her truck. Or else. Not realizing what Nick and Bucky added to the fight.

"They look like humans, but they're not. They don't feel any pain. Underneath the left ear. Just rip the scalp off and you will see it."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"His left, right?" Nick asks again, looking to the robot. Realizing that he just started an introduction to an old comedy routine, he ignores his own question, giving a shake of the head.

"Yeah I kind of got that when his face started peeling off and started saying Does not Compute!" Nick snarks back to Sarah's assurance that this thing was indeed not human. He's really not this bad. He just is having a bad day

...
Ok maybe he is a little bit this bad.

After Sarah takes a break from shooting the body slammed terminator. Nick crouches down, and proceeds to put a hand on the bot. After a few moments of listening to the chorus of 'Does Not Compute's. He brings his other hand over and does a sweeping motion. Pushing what elements positioned in the robotic craninum out of its containment. He looks to the slowly forming pile. "Any of these it?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
This Terminator, who was sent back specifically to kill a target that should not have caused it any trouble, is having a bad day. Not only has it been shot multiple times by a high calibre handgun. Not only did his target simply disappear while still being there at the same time. Not only, even, did it lose a hand to what looked like a biker of only middling threat level... it was currently in the process of losing an arm, and having its head pounded into the concrete by a fist that just /will not stop hitting it/. Tactical options? Zero. Data upload? Buffering.

It's not until Nick scoops out a large part of its mechanical brain that the thing finally stops struggling, and as soon as it does, the Vibranium fist comes down hard on the collection of ironmongery left next to the Terminator's head.

Bucky may not be as badly behind the times as his best friend, but he wouldn't be able to tell a CPU from a diode. All he knows is that one of the things Nick has scooped out is the thing they want smashed, so to be on the safe side he smashes all of them. Hulk would have been proud.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Well that was one way to do it!

Though, it made Sarah feel better to scoop up the CPU herself, and then she told them the other thing they didn't know. "We've got to put the body into my trunk bed, so that I can take it from here and burn it properly, so that it isn't used by other terminators for spare parts."

Yes, Sarah's life was complicated to say the least.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick watches the uncensored destruction being released upon everything released from the Robotic cranium. "...That will work too." Threat gone, Nick un-phantasms to look at the blatantly robotic figure lying on the floor.

"Is THAT why you canceled all your concerts?!"

Nick turns his head to look over to the diner table. The student filming matters has now deemed it safe to be relocated to his seat, all while still holding up the cellphone. "Rocker chased by killer robot?! That's a Metal album right there!"

The musician is left a little speechless, turning his head he looks back to Sarah, "Ok so Where to?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
There had been a time when Bucky would have done something about that camera. There would have been a time when he'd have been at least mildly surprised by what happened. There would have been, to put it bluntly, a time when he would have at least asked a few questions before moving the corpse of a robot assassin into the trunk of someone's truck.

These are not those times. Those times are long past.

"Lead the way." he mentions to Sarah as he picks up the robot as if it weighs no more than a sack of potatoes, slinging it over his shoulder, and then looking at the future Scorcese... or at least, the potentially next Michael Bay. "You show my face in that footage, I will find you." Which, coming from someone who just beat the crap out of a robot assassin might be a potent threat.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Thankfully, Sarah's truck was outside fairly close.

"Just right over here.." Fuck. Was she in those pictures? Those videos? Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. "As much as you guys helped, you are the biggest pains in my ass. Speaking of.. how did they call you by name? You realise.." Talking to Nick. "They are using you to get to me."

And John. Their ultimate goal was always John.

Would Nick (or Bucky!) connect the dots to see that with one name giving such a positive response, it is likely he would be visited more often?. And furthermore, would be used to get his friends, by pretending to be him.

Nick Drago has posed:
In the evening the inside of Fred's Diner is well lit. It is a beacon of hope for those out in the cold streets of New York. Hope of high cholesterol foods cooked on a grill top that likely hasn't been properly serviced in years.

And yet the food is SO damn good. Off to one of the booths there's a group of four college age students, enjoying a late night meal that would make someone in their 40s on up shake their fist in frustration at their cast iron stomachs.

The cook is once again lighting the stubborn grill top with his firebreath and the server is nonchalanty totaling up the checks for the Teen Table.

And it is into this scene that Nick opens up the door to the diner. In one hand, he carries a long list.

Winter Soldier has posed:
A bike rolls down the street, at a sedate pace that implies, somehow, that it could at any point decide to start casually breaking every highway code ever written. Upon this bike is perched a man who, if his expression is to be believed, is on a mission. Quite which mission is debatable. As for who sent him on this mission... well, possibly best not to inquire. He has this look about him that casual questions of this nature would be unwelcome. This just goes to show that you should never judge a biker by his scowl. In truth, this biker is likely to rescue kittens stuck up trees, and help elderly ladies cross the street, if only elderly ladies didn't seem to cross the street by themselves just fine. But you can probably take the kitten thing as a given.

This is also a biker who, for some reason, only recently seems to have discovered the joy that is Ken Loggins. It might be trite to have 'Danger Zone' blasting from a bike like this, but the biker seems to think it's worth a smile of some description, even as he peels off the road and into the parking lot of a particular diner. As he rolls to a stop, Bucky is dimly aware of another bike rolling to a halt not that far from him, and a biker very much like himself beginning to dismount. This biker, however, may not be so well disposed towards kittens, except possibly as a snack. As for elderly ladies...

With a measured tread, the man heads to the diner, closely followed by the other man. The two enter one after the other, one with murder on what passes for his mind, the other looking for a bite to eat. Which is whom? Whom is which?

Both of them turn towards Nick nearly simultaneously, but only one breaks into a bright smile "Hey, Snacko! They got you on another run I see."

The other man just casually reaches inside his jacket.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Sitting on the last table, back to the wall, where she can view the doors, and the mirrors in the corners, Sarah was actually eating her lunch. Well its a bit past lunch time, and the diner has settled down - all good things in Sarah's mind. She preferred the quiet. Not only because there were fewer people to keep an eye on, but anybody who /might/ be a terminator is easy to spot, and less people to defend.

Everyone was a potential problem according to Sarah. Everyone.

And, Nick was right, this place had the best fries! Not that she would admit it in front of him!

Nick Drago has posed:
As someone is having a Top Gun moment, Nick turns his head to look for the source of the sound. Seeing a familiar face, he gives a half smile. Which, is a little short lived at the newly found nickname. "Snacko?" Nick repeats, "That's a new one." He shakes his head, "...Don't like it."

The server finishes up ringing up the ticket and starts walking over to the table to distribute their tickets.

The final discussions lead to some laughter and a turned head looking towards the register. There's a nudge, a whisper and yet another head turns. And then a phone lifts up.

Click. "Man I thought he was dead. This is so going up on my feed."

"Wait. You better make sure before-"

Eyes roll before the one with the phone looks over. "NICK!"

Winter Soldier has posed:
"You'll get used to it." Bucky grins, without explaining the new nickname. On the face of it, it seems self evident... but few things that the man comes out with are entirely straightforward. One who brings snacks? One who snacks? One destined to provide food for people higher up the foodchain? And if so, is the name transient and transferred upon the next Snacko when they join SHIELD? These questions and many others are likely to remain unanswered.

This is because the other man has just reached into his jacket to take out a phone. It's an older model, and has seens some hard use, but clearly it can display pictures, because it's doing so right now. Eerily, for those who were able to see it, which is not very many, the picture it showed is the exact same picture being taken now by the people at the other table. The man looks up from the phone to Nick, then back to the phone, to the people at the bar, and lingers for a few seconds on Bucky who catches the look in a reflective surface roughly at the same time as he becomes aware of Sarah sitting in the corner booth.

"Michael Drago?" asks the man in a strangely accented voice, shorn almost entirely of intonation, subjecting Nick to head-to-toe stare.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Well fuck. Couldn't she enjoy her lunch without running into SHIELD agents? Not that Nick was one - but he was around them -all. the. time.-- he might have been one, or at least collected a paycheck.

She debated: Try to hide in her corner, or nod to them.

Her head almost was in a nod, when she aborted the gesture. Something wasn't right. Carefully she put her french fry down, and veeeeeery carefully she brought out her gun from her back holster, and put her hand beneath the table and watched.. very.. carefully.

After all, Nick may be the victim of a lawsuit? It could be? Though in Sarah brain there were sirens going off. (There were /always/ sirens going off in her brain. it's how she had lived under the terminator threat for 18 year - give or take.)

But she was trying to sit back and then jump into the fray, rather than jump in and analyze after.

Nick Drago has posed:
Hearing someone shout out part of his stage name, Nick turns his head to glance over, managing to coax out a few happy sounds. "I knew it." The one with the phone murmurs as they hit send. Pocketing the phone.

The kids start to pull out their respective forms of payment, ignoring the large men near the recently identified Nick.

"Ok we got a limited time before that goes vi-"

And then someone else calls his name.

His REAL name.

But. Only a small select group would know call him by that name and of that list, the only one with a favorable connotation is standing right next to him.

But wasn't the one who said it.

The expression upon Nick's face says it all. 'How on earth would you know that? If you're HYDRA I've already said 'no' and No means no. If you're trying to serve me with something I'm not interested.' His mouth is a bit more to the point.

"Fuck."

Winter Soldier has posed:
There is nothing left to be said. The man drops the phone, and reaches into his jacket again, roughly at the same time as Bucky shares a look with Sarah and decides that this is not the place for a shootout. For a moment, the pistol appears and is leveled at Nick with lightning speed, before just as swiftly a hand clamps down on the weapon, covering the ejection port and pulling it aside.

There is the loud report of a .45 being discharged in a closed off room, and the window at the far end of the diner shatters. "Run!" Bucky has just enough time to shout before his left arm reaches back and across like the anvil of an angry god, slamming the Vibranium fist into the man's face.

There is a sound not entirely unlike an accident in a bell foundry as metal meets metal, the man rapidly turns his attention to Bucky, and delivers a blow to the Winter Soldier's head that sends him reeling into the tables behind him.

Exactly two seconds have passed.

Sarah Connor has posed:
So far, so good in a manner of speaking. The stranger seemed to hone in on Nick.

Though Bucky caught her eye, and shook his head in a weird sort of way. There were two tables busy near Sarah. Standing up, with a calm voice she shooed those customers to the back entrance.

"Leave while you can."

Even as she moved towards Bucky and Nick. Now, certainly Bucky had a metal arm, but the sound of metal on metal, caused a utterance of profanity, as she begins to use her gun on the middle of the forehead. Without her proper guns it would be hard to stop it.

Each step brought her closer. And each step was another gunshot to the middle of his forehead. "We've got to take it down and remove the cpu immediately. Like fast. We have 90 seconds before it reboots the program, and we will have to start over again."

Not to mention sending information back. That was her biggest worry.

Nick Drago has posed:
The sound of gunfire makes for a less than happy table of students. Phone already put away, the one who posted Nick's picture is unable to capture the feed of what is going on. But that doesn't stop the naysayer who was questioning the rocker just a few moments earlier.

Oh he definitely slid under the table, put that phone is still being held up, videoing Bucky engaging the other man.

His companions on the other hand have heeded Bucky's advice.

Nick, who just had a guy pull out a gun and try to shoot him, wheels away in reaction. That act was made possible by Bucky's quick movement. As for the advice to run. Nick's not as quick to take it. And instead as he turns, he uses the time facing away from the fans to Phantasm, obscuring the change in expression. As Sarah should out instructions on how to remove the CPU, he glances to the now identified Terminator. "Where is it located?!"

Winter Soldier has posed:
If the man is surprised to suddenly have someone shoot him in the forehead, he doesn't show it. In fact, no emotion is showing at all, even when the rounds which should have killed a human begin to dent the titanium plating of his cranium. Its cranium, to be more precise, because the lead spalling off the impact has removed a significant chunk of the skin that had been grafted over the Terminator's face. One eye is a red, baleful orb of hatred, one half of its face laid bare for what it truly is. The dent in its forehead is about the size of a thumbnail, surrounded by blackened and scuffed metal. By this point the thing is no longer capable of expression emotion, which is a missed opportunity because it is utterly baffled when Nick just... vanishes from its sensors. Well, almost all of them. There is a disembodied voice...

In one motion, the Terminator brings up the pistol to cover Sarah and reaches behind itself to grab the source of the sound. The arm going for Nick grabs thin air, leading to a very definite 'DOES NOT COMPUTE!' moment, exacerbated by the fact that the pistol fails to fire... since the first case never had a chance to eject, locking the pistol out of battery.

While it is still processing this, a hand clamps down on the pistol again... and /squeezes/. Steel and titanium crumple under the implacable grip of Vibranium, and the next moment a punch like the wrath of a hundred angry gods knocks the Termintator's head sideways. Bucky's mistake had been to see a human shape and adjust his strength to a human opponent. This is a mistake he's not making again, and holding the Terminator at arm's length he bodily lifts the thing up and slams it down into the floor. "What's a CPU?!"

Sarah Connor has posed:
Where is it.. huh?

"Behind the left ear. In the skull. But.. you would have to stop it first. There's a reason I told you not to hang around with me."

Well. That is ONE of the reasons. Amongst others. including the enormous SHIELD contingency that seemed to collect around him. That and she didn't tell them that besides the cpu's she had to burn the skeleton - or else it would eventually be parts for another (at best) or reanimate with a new cpu (at worst).

"Computer gadget that keeps its program working." Sarah really does not have time to launch into the spiel of what makes them go at the moment. "They're faster than humans." By far.

She shot off another round and realized she was going to have to go to her truck. Or else. Not realizing what Nick and Bucky added to the fight.

"They look like humans, but they're not. They don't feel any pain. Underneath the left ear. Just rip the scalp off and you will see it."

Nick Drago has posed:
"His left, right?" Nick asks again, looking to the robot. Realizing that he just started an introduction to an old comedy routine, he ignores his own question, giving a shake of the head.

"Yeah I kind of got that when his face started peeling off and started saying Does not Compute!" Nick snarks back to Sarah's assurance that this thing was indeed not human. He's really not this bad. He just is having a bad day

...

Ok maybe he is a little bit this bad.

After Sarah takes a break from shooting the body slammed terminator. Nick crouches down, and proceeds to put a hand on the bot. After a few moments of listening to the chorus of 'Does Not Compute's. He brings his other hand over and does a sweeping motion. Pushing what elements positioned in the robotic craninum out of its containment. He looks to the slowly forming pile. "Any of these it?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
This Terminator, who was sent back specifically to kill a target that should not have caused it any trouble, is having a bad day. Not only has it been shot multiple times by a high calibre handgun. Not only did his target simply disappear while still being there at the same time. Not only, even, did it lose a hand to what looked like a biker of only middling threat level... it was currently in the process of losing an arm, and having its head pounded into the concrete by a fist that just /will not stop hitting it/. Tactical options? Zero. Data upload? Buffering.

It's not until Nick scoops out a large part of its mechanical brain that the thing finally stops struggling, and as soon as it does, the Vibranium fist comes down hard on the collection of ironmongery left next to the Terminator's head.

Bucky may not be as badly behind the times as his best friend, but he wouldn't be able to tell a CPU from a diode. All he knows is that one of the things Nick has scooped out is the thing they want smashed, so to be on the safe side he smashes all of them. Hulk would have been proud.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Well that was one way to do it!

Though, it made Sarah feel better to scoop up the CPU herself, and then she told them the other thing they didn't know. "We've got to put the body into my trunk bed, so that I can take it from here and burn it properly, so that it isn't used by other terminators for spare parts."

Yes, Sarah's life was complicated to say the least.

Nick Drago has posed:
Nick watches the uncensored destruction being released upon everything released from the Robotic cranium. "...That will work too." Threat gone, Nick un-phantasms to look at the blatantly robotic figure lying on the floor.

"Is THAT why you canceled all your concerts?!"

Nick turns his head to look over to the diner table. The student filming matters has now deemed it safe to be relocated to his seat, all while still holding up the cellphone. "Rocker chased by killer robot?! That's a Metal album right there!"

The musician is left a little speechless, turning his head he looks back to Sarah, "Ok so Where to?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
There had been a time when Bucky would have done something about that camera. There would have been a time when he'd have been at least mildly surprised by what happened. There would have been, to put it bluntly, a time when he would have at least asked a few questions before moving the corpse of a robot assassin into the trunk of someone's truck.

These are not those times. Those times are long past.

"Lead the way." he mentions to Sarah as he picks up the robot as if it weighs no more than a sack of potatoes, slinging it over his shoulder, and then looking at the future Scorcese... or at least, the potentially next Michael Bay. "You show my face in that footage, I will find you." Which, coming from someone who just beat the crap out of a robot assassin might be a potent threat.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Thankfully, Sarah's truck was outside fairly close.

"Just right over here.." Fuck. Was she in those pictures? Those videos? Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. "As much as you guys helped, you are the biggest pains in my ass. Speaking of.. how did they call you by name? You realise.." Talking to Nick. "They are using you to get to me."

And John. Their ultimate goal was always John.

Would Nick (or Bucky!) connect the dots to see that with one name giving such a positive response, it is likely he would be visited more often?. And furthermore, would be used to get his friends, by pretending to be him.