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100moods 075: Pleased
Dec. 16th, 2008 05:48 pmTitle: Where's the Canary?
Fandom: John Carpenter (Escape from NY/LA)
Characters: Snake Plissken
Prompt: 075: Pleased
Word Count: 556
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spider_on_acid
Summary: Snake does what he does best.
Snake walked up to the door and paused trying not to smile. This was serious or so they said it was. Straightening his uniform Plissken stepped in and took a seat across from the desk before it was offered. The two high ranking officers stared as someone might if he stripped down and stretched out for a nap in their office.
“Do you know why you’re here?” The one, older and graying hair asked.
“Yes sir.” Snake replied casually without the constrained snap of a military response.
“How do you explain your actions on the battlefield?” It was the other now; younger and far more upset over this if he had to guess by the tone.
“I did what was necessary.” Snake had. There were many ways to do what they asked. However only one allowed all of them to get out uninjured. Was it risky, sure, but to Snake war was all about risk.
“So you felt it was necessary to get captured, use your squadron as bait, impersonate an officer, impersonate a spy and destroy the very building we wanted you to infiltrate?” The younger officer really got on his nerves for no good reason he could determine.
“Yes.” Snake shrugged and crossed his leg getting as comfortable as he could in the wooden chair.
“You destroyed the objective.” The voice was escalating from the bastard who didn’t even care to introduce himself.
“Did you want the building or what was in it?” Snake snapped back feeling his rebellious side stoke up.
“That is not the point.”
Plissken ignored him and turned his attention to the other, more reasonable man. “The safety of my crew is as important if not more important than acquiring an objective.”
Snake hadn’t lost anyone in two years. Some squadrons came and all died in that time. He had a measure of pride in keeping everyone alive. It also brought a sense of trust no other squadron seemed to have.
“I commend you on the safety of those under your command.” The older man who Snake knew was part of the military committee though he couldn’t remember his name. They had met before briefly. He had been there when Plissken got his purple heart for Siberia.
The younger man tried to interrupt but a hand from the older man silenced him. “You do understand we have to reprimand you for going against a direct command.”
“Yes sir.” Snake smiled finally. He was going to get away with this.
“However. I have petitioned that you and your men and women receive medals for exceptional service. Not only did you disorient the enemy and retrieve the true item we were search for, you have also taken code sheets, maps and other information that will aid in the missions that left this morning.” He paused. “In the future please try to stick to your orders.”
“Of course sir.” Snake grinned even more.
“You’re dismissed lieutenant.”
Snake stood and saluted. “Thank you sir.”
They saluted in return. Plissken sauntered out and toward where Taylor and them would be waiting. Plissken felt like he’d gotten away with murder.
“What the hell did you do?” Sophia asked when he walked up.
“Hope you don’t miss that canary baby.” Plissken chuckled at the expectant looks. “We’re off the hook.”
“How?” Taylor asked.
“I’m good. Real good.”
Fandom: John Carpenter (Escape from NY/LA)
Characters: Snake Plissken
Prompt: 075: Pleased
Word Count: 556
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Written for
spider_on_acid Summary: Snake does what he does best.
Snake walked up to the door and paused trying not to smile. This was serious or so they said it was. Straightening his uniform Plissken stepped in and took a seat across from the desk before it was offered. The two high ranking officers stared as someone might if he stripped down and stretched out for a nap in their office.
“Do you know why you’re here?” The one, older and graying hair asked.
“Yes sir.” Snake replied casually without the constrained snap of a military response.
“How do you explain your actions on the battlefield?” It was the other now; younger and far more upset over this if he had to guess by the tone.
“I did what was necessary.” Snake had. There were many ways to do what they asked. However only one allowed all of them to get out uninjured. Was it risky, sure, but to Snake war was all about risk.
“So you felt it was necessary to get captured, use your squadron as bait, impersonate an officer, impersonate a spy and destroy the very building we wanted you to infiltrate?” The younger officer really got on his nerves for no good reason he could determine.
“Yes.” Snake shrugged and crossed his leg getting as comfortable as he could in the wooden chair.
“You destroyed the objective.” The voice was escalating from the bastard who didn’t even care to introduce himself.
“Did you want the building or what was in it?” Snake snapped back feeling his rebellious side stoke up.
“That is not the point.”
Plissken ignored him and turned his attention to the other, more reasonable man. “The safety of my crew is as important if not more important than acquiring an objective.”
Snake hadn’t lost anyone in two years. Some squadrons came and all died in that time. He had a measure of pride in keeping everyone alive. It also brought a sense of trust no other squadron seemed to have.
“I commend you on the safety of those under your command.” The older man who Snake knew was part of the military committee though he couldn’t remember his name. They had met before briefly. He had been there when Plissken got his purple heart for Siberia.
The younger man tried to interrupt but a hand from the older man silenced him. “You do understand we have to reprimand you for going against a direct command.”
“Yes sir.” Snake smiled finally. He was going to get away with this.
“However. I have petitioned that you and your men and women receive medals for exceptional service. Not only did you disorient the enemy and retrieve the true item we were search for, you have also taken code sheets, maps and other information that will aid in the missions that left this morning.” He paused. “In the future please try to stick to your orders.”
“Of course sir.” Snake grinned even more.
“You’re dismissed lieutenant.”
Snake stood and saluted. “Thank you sir.”
They saluted in return. Plissken sauntered out and toward where Taylor and them would be waiting. Plissken felt like he’d gotten away with murder.
“What the hell did you do?” Sophia asked when he walked up.
“Hope you don’t miss that canary baby.” Plissken chuckled at the expectant looks. “We’re off the hook.”
“How?” Taylor asked.
“I’m good. Real good.”
