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 "Why can't I go right here?" Chastity inquired.

"We might need to stay here for a while." the mother responded. "Just
stay where you are. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Chastity said, and sighed.

The mother stepped into the rain, the drops pummeling her head and
shoulders, the water splattering her eyes. She pressed her right hand,
palm down, to her forehead and surveyed the immediate vicinity. A
lightning strike to the east lit up the heavens, casting the forest in stark
relief. She could see the tree limbs whipping in the wind, and the bushes
quaking, the weeds shaking, but there was no sign of the Terminator.
Emboldened, she walked toward the nearest trees, constantly scanning in
all directions. When she was 15 yards from the knoll she halted, grinning.

They had done it!

Now all they had to do was wait out the storm!

She turned, her happy expression transforming into a horrified
countenance, her left arm extending in a defensive gesture. "No!" she
blurted out.

"Yes!" responded the Terminator, standing not four feet from her, his
voice muffled by his headpiece. He held the Fryer nozzle at waist height.

She glanced over his right shoulder at the knoll, hoping Chastity was
staying hidden.

"Did you really think you'd get away with it?" the Terminator
demanded, talking loudly to be heard above the downpour.

"I had to try."

"You're a fool!" the Terminator declared.

The mother said nothing.

"Where is the child?" he asked.

"What child?"
 "Don't play games with me," the Terminator stated testily.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The Terminator swiveled the Fryer nozzle, pointing the tip at her.
"Make this easy on yourself. Tell me where the child is."

The mother's lips compressed into a thin line, signifying her defiance.