T2 RF

	 On the second story, John and Dyson dashed through
the security station, heading for the vault. Terminator
crossed the office toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He was outlined starkly by the chopper’s spotlight as
it slashed through the dark offices. Without breaking
stride he kicked an executive desk toward the window.
Glass exploded outward and the desk toppled, falling to
the sidewalk below. Terminator, standing at the edge,
fired a long burst, which strafed the police cars lined
up below. Cops ducked as front windshields shattered.
Terminator, with his superb aim, hit no one.
But notice was served.
	 The cops, of course, seeking to validate their exis-
tence, as well as preserve it, fired back. Terminator
calmly reaimed and plotted a firing pattern that
crisscrossed the parking lot. He pulled the trigger on
the G.E. Mini-Gun, and held it down. Four thousand
7.62 mm rounds chattered down to their targets. In
fifteen seconds every single police car had been riddled
and reduced to wreckage. Not one policeman had been
hit. The ones who hadn’t already fled looked down at
their woefully inadequate weapons and ran off. A few
extremely brave souls fired again.... Terminator leveled
the M-79 and fired. The grenades blasted several police
cars into the sky. They fell back, erupting into flame. A
moment later, the police fell back, regrouping. A SWAT
van careened around a corner and skidded to a stop just
out of range.