The T600 was hulking; taller than anyone Jesse ever saw, even his old friend who turned out to be...metal. In spite of its imposing appearance and heavy weapon, the machine clearly had it’s weaknesses. For one thing it was lumbering and slow. It knew Jesse was behind a dumpster, but it gave Jesse more than enough time to act as it hunted him down. 

Bullets seemed to have little effect on the machine...but perhaps the shots were landing in the wrong places. Jesse noticed the T600 was weathered and some of it’s metal skeleton rusted. As it turned a corner to gun down Jesse, Jesse hopped on top of the dumpster (it was full only to the lid) and with a sharpened axe in hand, hacked at the rusted “shoulder” hinge. The gun arm dropped to the ground.