Reyes was outside
at the night room again,
the place more surrounded


by rubble, furniture
or rocks than any sign
of human contact in


an minute. Reyes wasn't
even too sure about
outside again until he


can hear the voice of
the ill-arrived General
James from a stairway.


"Hey, you need to
look for them or you
gonna' spread them


all over the sector
once we ever get to
the destination..."
James says


over his walkie.
"You can't make
it? ****! Okay,


Wait a minute..."
'General?'
James turns around


and looked to see
Reyes' sore face
again from the call.


"Come here, Reyes."
Reyes came to him,
as if seemingly


to join in the
conversation on
over the walkie.


Aside from sounds
of scuffles and
screech from the


machine, James
thought it might
be a good idea


to tell Sargent
Reyes about his
foolproof plan to


disdain one
enemy base
that is rumored


to be on top of
a human economic
rally formation.


"See, Reyes,
I'm trying to find
a solution to get


these guys in
position to attack
these en-dos at


New-fort... Listen,
I think that's... ---
Oh, damn."


For a second,
James was trying
to pander what's


happening on
the other end
but now comes
with this question.


"Reyes, You know
those wagon things
you kept seeing


on that Sky-net Sentry
2 Years ago?"
'Yeah. What, is that what's

got to do with this?'
"Maybe, this is the
sound of that wagon,


telecom machines
that doesn't involve
enemy communications.


These are titanium chargers!"
'What do you mean, James?'


"Somehow, Our tech people
kept calculating that these
are radio communications,


it isn't. These wagons always
had a satellite dish slash
modifier to begin with, right?"


'Yeah, they were there.'
"Well, these dishes aren't
there to bring any


contact waves or specifically,
they are goddamn safe switches!"
'Well, what does it mean?'


"These things are to be able
to help activate these
machines as long as they


are in range, they don't
need to contact each
other at all,


These dishes are
their generators!
As long as they are


intact and are
pointing in
their direction,


en-dos will keep
coming to try to
kill us,


if that is somehow
an easy task they
can deal with,


I say that we don't
have to waste
all of the ammo


that we ever have
in our supply."
'So these satt-


dishes are on the
robot's goddamn
strings? These


were the only ones
to motivate them?
Control them?'


"It is that simple,
these titanium
dishes are different


from ours, they
act as a charger,
and not as an


isolator of radio
waves for these
machines."machines.


If we can just
find those dishes
and destroy them,


the machines will
be rendered totally
lifeless without them."


'That's probable,
all we need to do
is find maybe


two thousand C-4
that we don't
really have and


find just about a
two hundred dishes
in one city, huh.


No Problem if it
was a problem.
Which it is, but
it won't be.'


"If that's what it
takes, then yes,
it wouldn't be."


'Wait, they don't
have to contact
each other?


If it wasn't their
evil master
mainframe that
can know


just everything
about our armies,
resistance, colonies


and then tell
them to just
go where we


are and kill us?
If these metal
bastards even had
a slightest idea


on how to make
an exact man-made
satellite dish as a radar


out of twentieth century
hardware for example,
How they always come


to find us in each base
underground or over
that we camp at,


no matter how good
we hide?"


James would thought
of the answer and
could only seem


to point out the
admittance of
accuracy and


tone of this whole
battle depending
on various conditions


on most recent times.
"I don't know, it might
be that something


or someone must
be telling these
machines where


we are, where we
always been."
Reyes came on


with the sentence
of variation,
"but not probably
where we'll go next.


it's possible unless--..."
'Somebody is watching,
already telling them,


exactly this minute.'
"Do we got a traitor?"
Suddenly the walkie
screeched enough


to get both of
their attention
right out.


A Voice came in
the phone, "General,
Plan is a miss,


we can't go on
with your route,
Sir."


James speaks
"Lieutenant, what's
happening here?


'We lost half of
our squad and
the rest are


bleeding and
dying out here---'
The Walkie
was severely


dealing with
just a lot of
static and


woos over his
call but in just
a few seconds,


the man's voice
can be heard
only distinctly,'--call
ou.---...commune---
...we -----


It was then clear again,
'---want to k..---- ...we
are, we are at the
escalators of the city mall,


we need medic fast,
this guy's not making
it... General, please
hurry, sir.'


"I'm on it, stay at your
position, Lieutenant.
Expect assistance
and staff in six minutes."


'Damn, I hope they are
all right, General.'
"Yeah, we both have
to get out of here


and be at that mall,
it's the only way
to know for sure if
we have a traitor
or not."