The coded signal cracked into life on Conner's desk. The translator flashed up the operation results from the operation in Scotland. Skynet was finally dead. Hitting the intercom button Conner asked for Elsy and Whitfield to come in. Both men represented the highest core of the Resistance.
"Have we heard yet" began Whitfield. He was a tall semi slender man. An artist by trade and he speciality was face sculpting. He also had a very good eye for reprogramming T800 and T850 software. A skill which earned him a high standing considering his best work was now sitting in Conner's chair. Conner had been dead for almost three years now and it couldn't have come at a worst time. The resistance was on its feet and kicking the crap back at Skynet. The moral had never been as high and in no small term Conner's international speeches over the airwaves had been a big part of that. Conner had met his maker just before the biggest operation of the whole war. The resistance had learned that Skynet was running a secret lab underground in the desert near Texas and that the main intention of this lab was time travel. Conner knew instantly that this would be the only chance to send back the 'Team' needed to ensure his own safety back in the latter half of the 20th centaury. During the mission many humans lost their lives and by pure luck they had succeeded to get Kyle Reese and two 'Uncle Bob' units as Conner used to call them into the time chambers and away to the individual time zones given by Conner before he died.
His death had been one of surprise. Skynet had managed to get a T-850 model 101 Terminator into a Resistance Forward Operating Base and for two years acted as a reprogrammed sentry working at the airfield. Its main task was to observe everything and then using a back channel report all to Skynet. It was winter when John had come to pay an inspection of the base along with General Elsy. The airfield was to be prepped as a jump off for a small operation in that region. The T-850 had rounded the corner when it came face to face with John. His internal H.U.D scanned the face that was smiling back to him.
It had been a good few years since John had seen this model of Terminator. It's funny to think the closest thing he had to a dad was one of these back when he was in his early teens. He surprised himself by allowing a small smile to creep on his face. It didn't last long as the primary programming for any Terminator kicked in. Kill John Conner.
It was Elsy who had finally stopped the T-850 with a EMP grenade but it was too late. Conner was dead, his neck snapped clean in two. The whole death was covered up so not to infect the resistance with this horrendous news and run the risk of killing moral. It was Whitfield who first game up with the idea of retro fitting a smaller T-980 model with a replica Conner.
"We can't let them all know that John's dead. The guys a fucking God to these people" he argued.
Only four or five people had known the truth regarding the switch. Conner's face and voice was the easiest bit to duplicate but his mannerisms and tactical thinking was off. That's why Conner was mostly just a voice over the airways these days with speeches written by his widow. It was agreed once the war was over the truth would be released to the population. The switch had some positives in that the Conner unit (which for all intention believed it was Conner) had managed to dictate a treaty between the humans and T1000 types, a massive boost for the war.
"The Scotland OP was a total success. Start the cogs turning on the Area 51 OP gentlemen" Conner said as he rose out of his seat. Whitfield and Elsy looked at each other with a slightly worried look.
"Time to pay the piper I guess" Elsy replied.
Both men exited the room to pass down the orders to the rest of the resistance. They acted like Conner was still in charge in case anyone saw as to keep up the pretense. As the door closed Conner quickly moved to the far corner of the room and pulled up a floorboard with ease and retrieved the encrypted communication device. His left arm stopped mimicking that of the T-980 and reverted back to the default mimetic poly-alloy form as it entered the USB port of the communicator. Within minutes the T1000's signal was uploaded to the rest of the T1000's around the globe. They're time to move was soon.
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