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call_me_snake"They warn you about killers and thieves in night
I worry about cancer and living right
But my mama never warned me about my own
Destructive appetite
- Jenny Lewis
Snake’s eye narrowed as he watched the cops crossing the street. His hands tightened on the wheel turning his knuckles a sickly white. He hated them. Hated that marching and more than anything he despised the knowledge they were about to hit his favorite underground bar. Two choices lie before him; go on with his day or act on his instincts. Plissken was always a man of action.
Snake stepped out of the car quietly and left the door open behind. No one had noticed. Edging his way toward the doorway along the line of USPF vehicles, Plissken remained hidden from his enemy. He could already hear the USPF reprimand for smoking, drinking, gambling, for living. Living to them was a crime and that was what really burned down to the core of the hellfire raging in Snake’s soul.
The streets had been filled with people when Snake first pulled up. Now, they were desolate. Everyone knew to run from the blackbellies. Even the crazies without much conscious thought knew to run. It was the intelligent thing to do. Snake scoffed at the idea. He wasn’t about to let them chase him off like a rat scurrying from the light. Plissken wasn’t a rat. He was a viper and like all vipers he sought to get underfoot and take a bite.
The jackasses continued to run their mouths. It was an advantage for Snake. They would be less likely to hear him as he crossed the sidewalk. Snake stopped in the doorway behind the last row of black clad figures. No one noticed. Plissken took a moment to watch them in their oblivious state. How they stayed in power was beyond his ability to comprehend. Scare tactics. Too many people were afraid to die. That was the only answer.
Plissken grimaced with the annoyance of watching the ranks draw their guns in practiced unison. Snake’s expression set in indifference as he raised his own AR from under his coat. Someone had to stop the way these bastards steamrolled over everyone’s lives. No one else seemed to be standing up for themselves inside. More like trapped cattle than the killers and double dealing pricks he knew frequented this bar.
Slides clicked on the USPF guns. That was Plissken’s signal as he opened fire into their backs. Those before him fell in the first seconds. People scattered inside and the rest of the troops did just what he wanted. The black clad dogs turned on him.
“It’s Plissken.”
Snake grinned at the shocked troops that remained standing then bolted for his car. Gun fire showered through the doorway but Plissken was already gone. They’d have to reload on the run. A few seconds too long for them. He’d be gone. The streets were empty and with the gunfire they’d stay that way for some time. The car door was still open. Snake threw himself inside and started moving. The door swung madly as the car spun out. A jolt and it burst into motion sending the door back into Plissken’s grasp. He slammed it shut shifting into overdrive. Bullets shattered the back window causing Snake to duck but he wasn’t about to slow down. All Snake needed to do was clear the center of town before they caught up.
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muse_playground
I worry about cancer and living right
But my mama never warned me about my own
Destructive appetite
- Jenny Lewis
Snake’s eye narrowed as he watched the cops crossing the street. His hands tightened on the wheel turning his knuckles a sickly white. He hated them. Hated that marching and more than anything he despised the knowledge they were about to hit his favorite underground bar. Two choices lie before him; go on with his day or act on his instincts. Plissken was always a man of action.
Snake stepped out of the car quietly and left the door open behind. No one had noticed. Edging his way toward the doorway along the line of USPF vehicles, Plissken remained hidden from his enemy. He could already hear the USPF reprimand for smoking, drinking, gambling, for living. Living to them was a crime and that was what really burned down to the core of the hellfire raging in Snake’s soul.
The streets had been filled with people when Snake first pulled up. Now, they were desolate. Everyone knew to run from the blackbellies. Even the crazies without much conscious thought knew to run. It was the intelligent thing to do. Snake scoffed at the idea. He wasn’t about to let them chase him off like a rat scurrying from the light. Plissken wasn’t a rat. He was a viper and like all vipers he sought to get underfoot and take a bite.
The jackasses continued to run their mouths. It was an advantage for Snake. They would be less likely to hear him as he crossed the sidewalk. Snake stopped in the doorway behind the last row of black clad figures. No one noticed. Plissken took a moment to watch them in their oblivious state. How they stayed in power was beyond his ability to comprehend. Scare tactics. Too many people were afraid to die. That was the only answer.
Plissken grimaced with the annoyance of watching the ranks draw their guns in practiced unison. Snake’s expression set in indifference as he raised his own AR from under his coat. Someone had to stop the way these bastards steamrolled over everyone’s lives. No one else seemed to be standing up for themselves inside. More like trapped cattle than the killers and double dealing pricks he knew frequented this bar.
Slides clicked on the USPF guns. That was Plissken’s signal as he opened fire into their backs. Those before him fell in the first seconds. People scattered inside and the rest of the troops did just what he wanted. The black clad dogs turned on him.
“It’s Plissken.”
Snake grinned at the shocked troops that remained standing then bolted for his car. Gun fire showered through the doorway but Plissken was already gone. They’d have to reload on the run. A few seconds too long for them. He’d be gone. The streets were empty and with the gunfire they’d stay that way for some time. The car door was still open. Snake threw himself inside and started moving. The door swung madly as the car spun out. A jolt and it burst into motion sending the door back into Plissken’s grasp. He slammed it shut shifting into overdrive. Bullets shattered the back window causing Snake to duck but he wasn’t about to slow down. All Snake needed to do was clear the center of town before they caught up.
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