A dozen human soldiers fired from a row of four army trucks.  Juanita joined their group from the another direction, barely acknowledging John before firing off bursts of ammunition with an M-249 light machine gun.  One of the younger men threw a pipe grenade, then leant back against the truck, awaiting the explosion - which came, seconds later.  It scarcely fazed the Terminators.

A squat "wrestler" Terminator stood, and charged forward, firing a stolen AK-47.  Juanita kept her cool and fired back, distracting the cyborg with a hailstorm or metal: 750 rounds of ammunition per minute.  "Just hold it there, beauty," Cecilia said, taking aim with her laser rifle.  A pulse of brilliant light caught the Terminator in its skull, from which the human flash was hanging in gruesome shreds.  The light pierced the cyborg's metal skull, but must have missed the CPU.  Cecilia fired again - a better shot, this time - and suddenly the Terminator was just a tangle of flesh and metal.  It went down, taken out as cleanly as John had ever done.

"Good work," he said.