T-600 Dodge

	An axe chopped through a rope several yards above her head. A greased log the size of a full-grown pine came skidding down the tramway. Hauling the 1400-pound piece of timber to the top of the ramp then hitching it in place had been a back-breaking chore that had taken the better part of a day several months ago. More than one guerilla had nearly lost a limb before they got the trap set up. Would all that labor pay off?
	They were about to find out.
	The battering ram gained speed as it slid down the chute. Clinging to the side, her legs dangling high above the ground, Molly hoped to God that the log wouldn’t sideswipe her fingers on its way down. It raced past her, zooming straight at the Terminator.
	Molly grinned in anticipation of the collision to come.
	That avalanche didn’t stop you? she thought grimly. Let’s try again!But the T-600 wasn’t going to be taken unawares—not twice. At the last second it threw itself forward, falling face-first into the snow in front of the ramp. The log whooshed over the prone Terminator, passing several feet above the murderous machine. It flew like a missile through the air before smashing into a repair shop downhill from the breaker. Wood and glass splintered loudly as the log tore through the smaller building before coming to rest somewhere inside.
	Molly prayed nobody was still inside, even as she cursed herself for underestimating the Terminator’s reflexes and ability to recognize a trap. When was she going to learn? The hulking machines were smarter than they looked.

-Terminator Salvation: Cold War (chapter 12)