His new partner was not Crichton, Brendan, or even Ronon. Nor was it a hot chick.
All in all, the T-1000 was not entirely satisfied with the decision, but he firmly believed the Commander knew what he was doing. At least, he hoped he did.
He was returning from a shower following his morning run, only bothering to pull his shirt on once he reached the IPD office. There was a new, vaguely familiar presence in the room. The guy from Aeris' party. The one with the marginally better yet still bewildering hair.
He'd been partnered with a kid.
It might have been a hypocritical statement, since the T-1000 was only three months old himself, but the point stood. Sort of.
He didn't say anything yet, simply held Zack under an evaluating gaze, trying to decide whether he was yet another punishment the Commander had chosen to inflict on him.
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All in all, the T-1000 was not entirely satisfied with the decision, but he firmly believed the Commander knew what he was doing. At least, he hoped he did.
He was returning from a shower following his morning run, only bothering to pull his shirt on once he reached the IPD office. There was a new, vaguely familiar presence in the room. The guy from Aeris' party. The one with the marginally better yet still bewildering hair.
He'd been partnered with a kid.
It might have been a hypocritical statement, since the T-1000 was only three months old himself, but the point stood. Sort of.
He didn't say anything yet, simply held Zack under an evaluating gaze, trying to decide whether he was yet another punishment the Commander had chosen to inflict on him.