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call_me_snakeSnake hadn't believed the reports. There was no way in hell that they could be real. No one in their right mind had ever done this. Not since Hadrian in England. Plissken was in Nevada when he heard the rumors. The government was building a wall all the way along the Mexico border and up the coast to near San Diego. Either it was a lie or the government had finally succumb to their own gas. There wasn't much other choice.
He was on his way down from Washington to see Texas Mike in Austin. A detour to satisfy his curiosity wouldn't hurt. It'd only put him a few hours behind. Plissken turned south heading for Organ Peak by Las Cruces. That should give him the vantage to see to the border without getting too close. A 15 foot high wall with guard towers couldn't be that hard to miss even at 30 miles. The area was flat. Plissken drove as far as he could then got out and walked the remaining way up to a cliff high on the peak. Stopping he lit a cigarette and sat to catch his breath. He was facing south, toward the border and Mexico.
The cigarette done Plissken propped up his elbows while laying prone on the cliff. He stated scanning the distance for anything that looked like a fortification. At first he saw nothing but as he swung toward the west there it was. A huge black wall rose up out of the desert like a monolith. The crazy fucking government was seriously walling off the US from Mexico. Snake might have agreed with the huge influx of illegal aliens but south of the border was bad. The people coming across were more refugees than illegals. Staying there was death. Better to try and tangle with the USPF up here. At least you'd only get put in prison or sent back but it did ensure some time in safety.
Snake knew well enough about south of the border. The west was bad. The south was worse. Even Plissken had dare not enter that area over the last few years. Survival down there was limited to a few months before someone shot you for something. He was still staring at the wall through the binoculars attempting to decide whether it was a good or bad thing to see that wall. Either way it was an unnerving sight. It was one more step in the wrong direction for the country. Outside forces were already trying to isolate the United States. Divide and conqueor seemed to be the battle call of the Third World lately. This was only helping.
Plissken sighed as he got up. His eye was still squinting in the distance as he brushed the pale dust off his clothes. He couldn't see the wall. He knew it was there but it was out of sight. He only wished it could be out of mind too but it wasn't. He knew the wall was beyond his means to deal with at the moment but maybe sometime he would. Right now his objective was to get to Texas. He had business to attend to in the east. The government would just have to bumble on without his intervention.
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He was on his way down from Washington to see Texas Mike in Austin. A detour to satisfy his curiosity wouldn't hurt. It'd only put him a few hours behind. Plissken turned south heading for Organ Peak by Las Cruces. That should give him the vantage to see to the border without getting too close. A 15 foot high wall with guard towers couldn't be that hard to miss even at 30 miles. The area was flat. Plissken drove as far as he could then got out and walked the remaining way up to a cliff high on the peak. Stopping he lit a cigarette and sat to catch his breath. He was facing south, toward the border and Mexico.
The cigarette done Plissken propped up his elbows while laying prone on the cliff. He stated scanning the distance for anything that looked like a fortification. At first he saw nothing but as he swung toward the west there it was. A huge black wall rose up out of the desert like a monolith. The crazy fucking government was seriously walling off the US from Mexico. Snake might have agreed with the huge influx of illegal aliens but south of the border was bad. The people coming across were more refugees than illegals. Staying there was death. Better to try and tangle with the USPF up here. At least you'd only get put in prison or sent back but it did ensure some time in safety.
Snake knew well enough about south of the border. The west was bad. The south was worse. Even Plissken had dare not enter that area over the last few years. Survival down there was limited to a few months before someone shot you for something. He was still staring at the wall through the binoculars attempting to decide whether it was a good or bad thing to see that wall. Either way it was an unnerving sight. It was one more step in the wrong direction for the country. Outside forces were already trying to isolate the United States. Divide and conqueor seemed to be the battle call of the Third World lately. This was only helping.
Plissken sighed as he got up. His eye was still squinting in the distance as he brushed the pale dust off his clothes. He couldn't see the wall. He knew it was there but it was out of sight. He only wished it could be out of mind too but it wasn't. He knew the wall was beyond his means to deal with at the moment but maybe sometime he would. Right now his objective was to get to Texas. He had business to attend to in the east. The government would just have to bumble on without his intervention.
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