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Clint Barton	So the day had come, and the Meal in the Park event had happened. Early before lunchtime, hundreds of citizens gathered at the invitation of the local benevolent association. Hosted in the spirit of offering a free family activity day, including a meal for the underprivileged, the event had been a total success. Volunteers of all walks of life had helped plan and run the event. Among them were Sarah Connor - working at a local restaurant sponsoring the event - and Clint Barton, involving himself with the local community in his own way. The event being over, the families had left the park, kids' attractions being packed up back into their crates. Here and there, some volunteers start cleaning the park, while others - Sarah and Clint among them - are busy packing up the equipment such as BBQ and tables. "All in all, it went well," Clint comments as he passes a pile of pots to Sarah to place in the SUV. "And not even a termite in sight." Of course, /termite/ here might sound innocuous to those around, but it's clear that Hawkeye means Terminators.
Sarah Connor	"Amazingly it went without a hitch." Sarah was packing up the restaurant's things - things that couldn't be used with disposables. Mainly the gear for the barbecue. "I thought it went well? For a first time event. Other than the mixup between the coffee and the tea, there weren't many complaints from my end." She laughs very briefly at the termite joke. "They are kind of like pests. Once you've got them, they are damn hard to get rid off." "Still, I think we've done it today." Famous last words.
Clint Barton	The archer is busy cleaning the BBQ grill, trying to remove hours of burgers burning on it. "Ah, you were lucky," Clint says, showing years of experience with the BBQ, "If tea and coffee was your most dire problem." Snorting, the archer recalls, "You didn't have to manage all the Ken and Karens. Damn, asking why we didn't have vege burgers. C'mon, free meal, have fun, but hey, Karens will be Karens." Quite happy with his cleaning prowess, the archer quickly finishes the cleaning, passing it over to Sarah. "We'll get the BBQ last, when all's in the van." In the distance, more people are leaving, and the lawn starts to look green again, as trash is picked up and discarded.
Sarah Connor	Sarah stopped packing up the utensils. "Someone was supposed to bring vegan burgers and hotdogs?" She snorted at the moniker of 'Ken and Karen'. "Who came up with those names, really? They sound like barbie dolls." She shakes her head. In the distance, a man was talking to one of the volunteers who was picking up the garbage. "Oh yes, you mean Sarah! She's right over there! Right beside the huge hunk from.. geeze.. I don't think he said. But, I'm sure you can interview him as well as her. He was in charge of the meat." At first Sarah didn't worry, until the volunteer kept wagging her arm in her direction. She couldn't hear them speaking, but shivers went up her back. "Something is wrong.." She nodded with her chin. "The young girl talking to the guy who looks a little too dressed for here." Well, he could be dressed for a Sunday in the park. Still, something about him reeked of Terminator. And for as long as she had been avoiding them, she's learned to trust her gut, and say sorry after if she was wrong. The man turned away, and started walking towards Sarah. "Wait, don't you need my name? For your article?" Yep, Sarah was right. Terminator.
Clint Barton	When Sarah mentioned something wasn't right, she got Clint's attention - damned be the BBQ. Following her gaze, the archer quickly locates the source of the worry. While keeping track of the suit - yup, the stranger might not actually wear a suit, but he's not dressed much like the locals - Clint quickly looks around. If there is going to be trouble, the main objective is to protect bystanders. "Dunno if I should ask, but, you've got your big pew pew?" Not that he would suggest that Sarah starts shooting just here, in the middle of the park. As for himself, his gear is located in another van, on the other side of the park. So if it comes to it, Hawkeye will use what is at hand, literally, the BBQ heavy-duty grill fork and spatula. Not exactly his usual Avengers/SHIELD gear! "If it's a termite, we'll have to get out of here. There are still kids around."
Sarah Connor	Would Sarah /be/ Sarah if she didn't have a gun nearby? No. Of course she did! Sarah jerked her head to her truck where she was going to put the utensils and sundry in. "In there. The gun safe." Her guns weren't exactly SHIELD's quality. But close. Much of her equipment came from the future where they had one thing they were good at: Guns. Specifically, terminator killing guns. Without waiting for him to say it, she was at the truck, already pulling out her guns. "Here. Catch." The volunteer was pouting, and watching Sarah. And when Sarah pulled the guns, she quickly yelled at the terminator as she tried to catch up with him, thinking there was a shooter in the park. "Wait!"" A small group of people were watching by this time. Including some kids in the nearby playground. Someone had pulled out their cellphone to call the police. This was not going to be pretty.
Clint Barton	The archer keeps an eye on the Terminator - at this point, he's almost convince it is one, trusting Sarah's instincts - while estimating how far he could jump to reach the other van to retrieve his gear. People already calling 911 don't escape the archer's eyes. As he looks around for a safe exit - away from the folks in the park - Clint notices a couple of back alleys on the right. Problem is, if they run there, chances to grab his gear just reach nil, because they are in the exact opposite direction. "Keep your guns," Clint says, as he never uses a gun. Pointing in the direction of the back alleys, "This way, quick!" and as he says this, Clint grabs a couple BBQ forks and whatever he can carry and use as a weapon. "Let's go!" Worst that can happen, if it is not a Terminator, they'll both be slated as loonies running away from their task. That is, if no one mentions the pew pew!
Sarah Connor	Don't argue with the man when in battle. And as far as Sarah was concerned, they /were/ in battle. She hooked the one gun over her shoulder, and kept the other one in place. Clint looked to the alleyway across from the park. "It'll be tight?" She meant getting away from the park in time. As they made their way across the parking lot to the alleyway, the terminator (for it was a terminator!) began to speed up. He reminded many people of a track star - only faster. One girl said that she thought his eyes were glowy. To which her mother said, "Don't put ideas in her head, she was watching some dumb movies this morning, and everybody had glowy eyes today." Too bad nobody listened to the kid.
Clint Barton	They needed some time to distance the Terminator, in order to get away from the bystanders and also to find a spot to defend themselves - and hopefully, get rid of the Term! As the Term started to speed up, Clint went in to a full run, making sure that Sarah kept pace. And she was. Definitely used to run! Running by a Welcome tent located at the entrance of the parking, the archer kicks a tent pole, the whole structure falling behind them. This might give them an extra few seconds while the Term fights its way around it. There's no time to be picky, so the first alley will do. It stretched in the distance, with apartments buildings on both sides, safety escape ladders and large trash bins. Hopefully, there are no kids around, as they probably went to the activity held in the park. As they run in the alley, Clint notices two large construction metal containers placed opposite each other, so Clint heads behind one of them, pointing at the other for Sarah to hide there. In the distance, the police sirens can be heard as they arrive at the park.
Sarah Connor	And run she did! Every night, and every morning, Sarah runs. In kinds of places, and weather, to make certain that when the time came she was ready. She may not look at first glance, but she was fitter than most of the SHIELD agents by far. Sarah wanted the terminator away from the park and everyone in it. Without voicing her agreement, she made a circle to indicate that they should split up. She was certain that the terminator would follow her. Hopefully there was only one of them! She shot off a few rounds to make the terminator hone in on her.
Clint Barton	As Sarah opts to keep running instead of hiding behind the large construction bin, the Terminator is hot on her heels, despite the bullets flying by. As the Terminator runs past the metal bin, Clint takes aim and expertly throws one of the BBQ forks directly at the Term's neck where it embeds nicely. This causes the Term to stop and turns on its heels, looking directly at Clint. And maybe, recording his facial features. "Oh shit," the archer mumbles, "Take your shot now, cuz well, I think it has a new target in sight!" Meanwhile, the cops start searching the park, closing on the parking, following the indications that three loonies went running in the alley.
Sarah Connor	"Fuck!" Sarah stopped and realized that even though Clint was NOT primary target, by hitting it so firmly with a spatula in the middle of the neck, he had become too much to leave standing. And now Sarah needed to kill the terminator with a living object *right there* with it. Good thing she practised, because today she was going to need it! Taking aim at the head of the terminator, she snapped off two bullets, hoping that she wouldn't get Clint.
Clint Barton	Knowing what was coming - while the Terminator didn't realize that Sarah was taking aim at it - Clint ducked swiftly, avoiding being hit by the bullets. But he should not have worried, as the bullets hit the Terminator right on the spot. The cyber-creep hits the ground, not knowing what hit it. Remembering that Sarah needed to remove the chips, Clint runs to the Term, eyeing the entrance to the alley as the cops take a defensive position. Hopefully, the large construction bins hide the Terminator. "Let's go, do your thing. We'll drop it in the bin, I'll distract the cops while you go away." Certainly, Sarah would not want to be arrested, as Clint knows very well that she has warrants against her. "I'll take a gun now," Clint says, "I'll be the shooter, hunting wabbits, while you get the hell outta here."
Sarah Connor	It was all business to Sarah. Coming over, she quickly removed the CPU from it, and with help, tossed it into the bin, covering it up with garbage. "You'll be okay?" Because, Sarah couldn't stick around. As it was, she hoped that her truck would be okay. Otherwise she was going to have to buy a new one! "Don't worry about me. I've been through it many times before." The police sirens were getting louder by the minute.
Clint Barton	The shooting had to be justified, otherwise the cops would not drop the matter. After having helped Sarah hide the Terminator in the bin, the archer drops the remaining BBQ utensils in the container. For some reason, Clint didn't have his papers on him - like something sporting an Avengers or SHIELD logo on it! So, his near future will probably be in jail, until someone comes and bail him out - proving his identity and all. With everyone busy at the moment, chances are that the archer is in for a night in jail. Oh well, can't be worse than the Ice Box. "Go!", Clint orders, "Don't worry 'bout me. Send me oranges, will ya?" And on that, Clint moves out of his hiding position, hands raised. "Hey guys!", the archer shouts to the cops, "Don't shoot first and ask questions later, kay?" But no, this won't do it, and the cops take aim at him, while a few move forward, carefully. The time they will take to process Clint will allow for Sarah to escape.
Sarah Connor	Sarah feels bad, but her number one job was to protect John at all costs. And Clint getting arrested didn't rack up there. ..Besides, isn't he SHIELD? He must be used to it. Getting arrested. Getting an apology when they realized who he was. Heck, he might be able to wash this under the rug for Sarah! Either/or she had to get out of here, NOW. "Thanks!" And she was off.