Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

A Hunter-Killer aerial weapons system suddenly appeared outside the window,
its rocket pods trained directly at them.

Terminator raised his AK-47. “Get down,” he ordered, and opened fire.

At that moment an air-to-air missile shot from the H-K’s rail, trailing a long
sharp tail of fire as it came directly at the broken-out window.

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Connor pulled Kate behind the general’s massive desk and shoved her to the
floor, shielding her body with his.

The missile exploded like an atomic bomb as it hit the window shards, instantly
filling the room with blinding white light, a tremendous crash, and an intense
stab of heat that singed the hair on the back of Connor’s neck.

It was as if a gigantic vacuum cleaner came right behind the initial explosion,
sucking up nearly everything in the room and spewing it out the window that
was now a huge, gaping hole in the side of the building.

Glass and debris flew everywhere. Connor kept his head down, his arms
wrapped around Kate, his body tight against hers.

But then it was over and he slowly raised himself up off her, his ears ringing
from the concussion. It didn’t feel as if he were injured, and as far as he could
tell Kate wasn’t hurt either.

Terminator had taken the brunt of the blast with his torso. He’d been shoved
backward off his feet. He picked himself up, his jacket smoking, more of the
artificial flesh on his face and neck burned away, exposing even larger sections
of his cranial case and optical sensor sockets.