Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	The call from Sarah came at a decent hour, and Clint's girlfriend didn't worry about it. Both SHIELD agents are used to receive calls at all hours of the day, or night, and just leave right away. Such was the life of special agents, which was even more usual for Clint who is also on call on the Avengers roster. Sarah mentioned a specific place in Pelham, one café that offered service on a small terrace in front of the establishment. The day being quiet and - since the archer cannot resist a dark coffee - Clint decided to wait for Sarah while enjoying the dark brew, sitting at a small bistro table, his back to the brick wall, his eyes on the clients and pedestrians. His usual sport bag is resting at his feet, always close if needed.
Sarah Connor	Oh she was there - well, not in the cafe - but she was there. He came on time. Exactly what she'd expect of a SHIELD agent as well as an Avenger. She (and John) had looked him up. To all extents and purposes he was acting like a SHIELD agent posing as a 'friend' should have. At exactly quarter past she entered and walked to his table, and sat down. "So you came. And alone." That one she was surprised about. Even a little bit of scrounging about probably would have let him know that she wasn't all that she pretended to be. And deeper looking would have given him some things to talk about. Such as breaking out of the mental hospital, and being wanted by the FBI. Amongst other things.
Clint Barton	Some other agents - heck, most of them - would have done hours of research on Sarah. But Hawkeye isn't that kind of agent, his is the field and direct contact with people and events. Not to mention that he has very little information to go on, only a first name - which would probably be fake anyway - and noting more. Two companies names, right. In any case, no, he didn't do any research on Sarah, for the above mentioned reasons. "I'm old enough to go out alone," Clint replies, looking at Sarah, offering her a smile. "Let's say I'm curious about your call. You've got any development with these termitators?" At this point, it's hard to tell if the archer believes Sarah or not regarding the existence of the Terminators, but as always, Barton is curious. In case they really exist elsewhere than in Sarah's head, then it has to be known. They would pose a dire threat.
Sarah Connor	Sarah ordered a coffee. "I looked you up. You're a SHIELD agent, as well as an Avenger. A highly placed SHIELD agent." She met his eyes without fear, and began listing off a few of his exploits for him. Nothing too bad, certainly not hush-hush top secret things, but close enough to show she'd done her work. "Not bad. What I still don't get is why are you listening to me, and how come you don't have any backup for me?"
Clint Barton	The archer listens attentively to his own resume, as presented by Sarah. It seems that her sources weren't that strong, as she missed a few rather more /special/ missions. All the same. "And that's only part of it," Clint replies, his eyes meeting hers without hesitation, "I'm kind of hurt that no one remembers me beating Iron Man. Le sigh." He chuckles at that, then his features turn more serious, "You see," he explains, "What your sources didn't tell you, is that I'm always giving people a first chance. Occasinally, even a second chance. I'm not totally convinced that you didn't escape from the loony bin, or if what you said is true. So here I am. Your second chance." And then the coffee is brought to Sarah. "At this point, I did not share what you told me with anyone. Who says there isn't any backup?" He quickly glances around, chuckling, "Naw. I can handle myself, thank you." Is he telling the truth, about having no backup? Those who know the archer, know that it's typical Hawkeye modus operandi to find a pool of trouble and jump in head first, without backup.
Sarah Connor	"Oh, I escaped from the looney bin." It would only take him a brief time to find it.. *if* he had her real name. "Let's be clear about that." Her ease of saying it was like a well rehearsed lie though. The way looked around made it certain: He had no back up. He would have done so if they were watching him. "So you say. I've been looking around. So far, so good" A man came in, looking around from the entryway. Each person was imprinted in his brain by a fraction of a second too long. Nothing was wrong with him.. unless.. you had lots of practice looking at people as 'real' or 'terminator'. He didn't register as human to Sarah. "I've got to go." And as she slipped from the table, and headed out the rear door, Clint might have noticed her getting her weapon as she went out the back.
Clint Barton	"And the fact that you'd admit it, is only..." But Clint doesn't have a chance to finish his sentend, as he watches Sarah notice the man, and then basically run to the rear exit of the establishment. A gun. Yes, he has noticed it as she scampered off. The look of surprise on Clint's face doesn't last long, to be replaced by a frown. In a split second, the archer grabs his sport bag, already opening it as he runs behind Sarah. Either she's an homicidal lunatic that he must stop, either she's right about the Termitators and she just spotted one. "Awright, Barton," he groans to himself, "Let's get this show on the road."
Sarah Connor	*Fuck fuck fuck* As she wended her way through the back door, the terminator had narrowed on her, and was already following. "Excuse me, but you can't go - " The waitress was pushed away, forcibly. She wasn't the target. Nor was Clint. But Sarah was. Pulling out a gun he chased her. Thank goodness the bulk of the patrons were smart and cowed in the seats. "Get away. He's not after you. " The back of the diner opened up on a dead end, that was a field in one direction, and the road in the other. Now that she was out openly, She pulled her second gun from her pants leg. Definitely armed, and by the way she held them, she was comfortable using them too.
Clint Barton	Perks of being such an athletic guy, Clint can easily manoeuver around seats, customers and staff without problem, all the while getting his bow ready, arrow in place. The archer hates guns, they seem to him the mean of the weak, of those without much imagination or skill. Now, witnessing Sarah being chased by a crazed, armed man, makes him reconsider some of his assumptions: right now, what she needs isn't imagination or skill, but a lot of luck. The stange crazed man is aiming at Sarah but, just as he was to fire, a consussion arrow hits the man squarely in the back. The man falls, face first, on the hard ground. Jogging to the fallen man, to assess his being down for good, Clint grins, looking over at Sarah. "All's good, taken care of!" he announces proudly. "See? Your informations were right on the point, I'm that good." Right. But the archer's modesty is about to be bruised. The concussion arrow he used would have knocked down larger foes. So when this crazed man slowly started to get on his feet, Hawkeye stepped back, arrow already aiming at him. "Maybe this backup thing wasn't such a bad idea after all," he comments, puzzled that the man would be standing on his feet while he should be on his way to the ICU.
Sarah Connor	"They take a LOT of force." They are machines after all, and reinforced machines to boot. Just because they look human doesn't mean they react like them. "They must have gotten word that I have been working as a waitress." The Terminator turns his head to look at Clint. NOW he has two victims. Although his will kill Clint, and take Sarah to find out where John is. Not that Sarah would give up John's location - she'd rather die than give him up. The terminator reached out for Clint, intent on breaking his neck. *Now* Clint should see the difference between human and machine. He takes a second to long to orientate. Now that he's been thwapped in the face, the terminator has even more machine-like quirks. And he isn't very nice. Sarah shoots her first pistol off, trying to hone in on the head and chest. And she doesn't miss very often. "The head or heart! We have to get him to reboot. That's the easiest way."
Clint Barton	It takes again all his athletic abilities to wrestle away from the Terminator's grip. Dang, bullets start hitting the man. Mental correction: the robot! With confirmation that this man isn't a man - unless he got a metal covered frame à la Wolverine, which is doubtful - Clint jumps away from the machine and the bullets ricocheting on it. His neck is hurting from the mechanical grip, but he's alive. And as long as he's alive, he can aim and shoot. Now from a distance, which gives him the upper hand on the robot, the archer aims as directed: head or heart. "Huh, you sayin' this thing has a heart?" But of course, heart here means the center of the processing system. The question is merely rhetorical, and Hawkeye doesn't need an answer to it. An explosive arrow hits the robot right in the chest, detonating on impact. For a moment, smoke engulfs the Terminator, and it's hard to know it he's down or still not-alive and kicking.
Sarah Connor	The terminator stops suddenly and begins to react in a bizarre way for a human. It's head couldn't turn fully, and he opened and shut his mouth in rapid succession. Then suddenly he fell down with a *bang*. Sarah didn't take time to see if Clint was alright. "Two minutes, give or take, and he'll be back online." Already she has a knife, and was digging out his head behind the right ear. "If I can get it.." She still would need to incinerate the body, but this terminator wouldn't be a problem any more.
Clint Barton	Arrows at the ready on the bow, Clint walks closer to where Sarah is /attending/ to the Terminator. She seems to know what she's doing, so the archer stays at the ready, also glancing around. It's a good thing that there isn't any bystander in the area behind the restaurant. "That's fine," Clint replies, "Two minutes is about the time it will take for this place to be filled with cops." He grins at that, adding reassuringly, "Don't worry, I've got my Avengers ID. And most of 'em cops owe me one." Already, police sirens can be heard in the background. Maybe this Avengers card will be useful!
Sarah Connor	"I've got to burn this corpse. Damnit." Sarah has the CPU now, but what can she do about the sirens? "Normally I would just move it to my trunk.." Okay, Clint. Do your magic!
Clint Barton	Sensing that it might be best that the cops don't see this /thing/, Clint makes eye contact with Sarah, nodding in a direction behind her. There cannot be a restaurant without a large dumpster. Already, Clint is taking hold of the mechanical arms, and slinging the robot over his shoulder, carrying it to the dumpster, where it will end with the discarded rotten vegetable and mets. "Drop your guns in there," he kind of orders, "And lemme do the talkin'." He then turns to face the first police officers coming their way, guns drawn. "Oh, and look scared. Well, if you can." "Hey, Marty!" Clint calls one of the officers - at least he's that lucky today, that one of them know him. "There, see, I've got my ID this time," he chuckles, handing over his ID, and there might be a story behind this. "Nothing to worry about, a client spotted a rat and well, went gun crazy." Right, he's not totally lying, since the Termitator was rat, and Sarah went gun crazy. The officer checks Clint's ID - Hawkeye - Avengers - which is all fine. With a nod, he returns the ID and looks at Sarah. "You OK, ma'am?" the officer asks, not bothering to ask any ID, since she's accompanied by an Avenger.
Sarah Connor	She does what she's told. And surprisingly she is good with the act of being surprised. "Sorry?" Her cheeks were pink. "But I could have swore I saw a rat bigger than my arm!" Sarah made it seem that what she had seen was possibly a cat. Not that there were rats bigger than an average house cat! "I'm so embarrassed."
Clint Barton	The police officer nods, and nods at Sarah. "Ma'am," he says, "This is New York City. Rats can be large as a cat." On that, he turns around, "Awright, guys," he tells his fellow cops, "Let's get some donuts." And in a few minutes, they leave the area. Clint seems to study his ID card for a moment, grinning, "Well, this is quite a powerful card," he comments. Then he proceeds to return his bow to the discarded sport bag. Then he looks at Sarah, shaking his head as he points to the dumpster with his thumb. "So, that /is/ a Terminator. Shit. No wonder ye're paranoid. It's down for good?"
Sarah Connor	When the police have gone, Sarah nods her head. "That's one. Now do you see?" But she thanks him. "I'll come back when it's a little bit darker." And she vanishes, then, before another crowd happens by.