Sarah starts setting the charges by the warehouse entrance, figuring that Chrome Artie will have to go through there.
Just then, some dude with mirrored sunglasses and '80s-boy-band blond hair comes stomping up, carrying a gun. He's definitely walking robotically. He hasn't seen Sarah, who whisper-asks Cameron if that's Chrome Artie. No answer, so Sarah ridiculously pulls her shotgun on the guy, who doesn't appear at all surprised, just points his gun at her. Cameron jumps him, and flings him into some barrels, knocking him out. Cameron strides over and picks him up briefly to make sure he's out. "He'll survive," she says. "He's human," says Sarah. "Not a very strong one," says Cameron. How unfortunate for this guy that he WALKS LIKE A ROBOT.
This little battle has apparently failed to attract the attention of the guys loading the truck like twenty feet away. The truck starts up, and drives off. And only then does the Connor Crew notice three other guys knocked out and tied up nearby. Sarah asks Cameron if Chrome Artie could have people working with him: "Does that happen?" Because Sarah would have no idea if Terminators ever work with humans, I guess. Fortunately for Sarah, Cameron's not built for sarcasm and merely says, "You work with me." "We have to follow that truck," says Sarah.
Yes, we follow the truck to another warehouse, where it gets moved from one truck to another truck via forklift. "If that's the stuff you're made of, no wonder you're so dense," says John, and Cameron fails to detect the insult and instead says that coltan's used because of its heat resistance, not its density, and John and Sarah share a smile while Cameron rattles off the history of Terminator-making materials and how Terminators made with coltan have a much higher melting point. "You know what I love about you guys?" says Sarah wryly. "Even when you've evolved into the ultimate indestructible killing machine, you're not above self-examination and improvement." Again, Cameron takes Sarah at face value, and thanks her. "Please shut up," says Sarah, transitioning nicely from passive-aggressive to aggressive-bitchy.
Are you guys finished? Can you get back to saving the world now? In the warehouse, one of the dudes is spray-painting military tags on a Jeep, and one guy, presumably the leader, says they have to get moving. The underlings gripe about getting paid, but shuffle off somewhere, presumably out of sight, since the guy just picks up another crate of coltan with his bare hands and moves it into the back of the truck. Well, there's your Terminator. "He's not damaged at all," says Sarah. Cameron does her analysis thing, which you'd think she already would have done on all those guys, and confirms that it's not Chrome Artie. "Another one?" says Sarah, who really should be getting used to this by now. She wants to know why this Terminator has "all this," since she thought Terminators were just made to hunt and kill. "They perform whatever missions they're programmed for," says Cameron. Yeah, Sarah, like, FOR EXAMPLE, protecting your son. But this only raises another question: just what is this mission?