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call_me_snake“Come on baby.” Snake begged as he turned the key again. The truck just wouldn’t start. The door opened and voices flooded the cab.
“We gotta go.” Taylor was frantic. The helicopters weren’t far away. Plissken could tell from the sounds.
“Bitch.” Snake got out into the swirling snow. The wind was whipping the snow up from the ground. Snake fought the hood open. The engine had ice on it from being outside so long. “Damn it.”
“Bradley.” Snake screamed over the wind and the choppers.
His medical officer came over and got wide eyed at the engine. “Not good. Not good.”
“No.” Plissken shook his head. “Take everyone down there.” Plissken pointed toward a stone bunker. It was half blown out but enough for cover still. “I’ll be there as soon as this bitch starts.”
Bradley moved without question. They trusted Snake. He bent over the vehicle looking over the engine for any problem aside from the ice. The choppers were coming up fast. Snake kept his cool through the intense urge to panic.
Finally he found the problem. The wires to the battery were cut. “Fuck.”
Snake pulled the knife from his belt and started stripping the wires. He could hear the people in the chopper screaming over the wind. This was cutting it to the wire. He chuckled at the thought while carefully rewiring the battery to the truck.
“Son of a bitch.” Snake jumped back from a jolt but immediately went back to work. His hands were freezing, refusing to work over the delicate task at hand. Snake had to stop and blow on his hands. The heat of his breath burned like fire. Snake went back to the wires. It was done just as the shadow started passing over.
Snake rushed for the door. He slammed it hard behind him. Bullets were ricocheting off the roof. The windshield shattered as he turned it over again. The truck sputtered and Plissken bashed the dash with his fist. Again he turned it and this time the engine started. He slammed on the gas as he threw it into gear. The truck fish tailed in the swirling snow. The white out conditions made the bunker disappear. Plissken guessed and started driving.
Suddenly it was there right in front of the truck. He slammed on the breaks, downshifted and tried to avoid it. The truck slammed into the bunker sideways. Plissken threw it in reverse just as they started coming out of cover. The chopper was coming around again. The rest of his squad piled into the covered back just as the vehicle died again.
“Fuck! Take the wheel.” Snake got out leaving Sophia to drive while he went back out into the white swirls of stinging cold. Sure enough the wires had jarred loose. Snake went to work in a hurry to get them attached again.
“Start her.” Snake called and ran for the passenger seat. He pulled open the door while Sophia put the truck in gear. They took off skidding and sliding through the snow beneath the choppers.
“Head for the trees.” Snake pointed down the hill. “Other side of them should be the base camp for the 32. They got antiaircraft equipment.”
Snake turned to the back and opened the small sliding window that separated the cab and back. “You guys. Call the 32. Tell them were coming in from WNW with heat. We need help.”
“On it.” Taylor called.
The helicopter was slowing from the currents of wind kicked up around the trees.
“We lose them?” Cooper was still young enough to be terrified when things got bad.
“We got ground support. They said take them down the stream.” Taylor was still on the radio while he passed on the message.
“What stream?” Sophia questioned.
“I… don’t…. “Snake was scanning what little he could see of the terrain. “There. The low point. Has to be.”
Sophia headed for it then down stream. There was no way to tell where the support would come from until the bright flash of rockets launching washed out the already white world to blindingly pale brightness. The white was echoed by flaring orange behind.
“It’s down.” He heard the call from the back but couldn’t determine who. His mind was all caught up on the scenery careening wildly toward the front of the truck.
“HOLD ON!” Snake braced himself as the tree down the hillside kept coming. It was a head on collision. The seatbelt dug into his neck despite the winter gear. There was a brief moment that went on in terror then faded to nothing.
“We alright?” Snake frowned at the crushed front end as he checked his hand. The wrist had smashed into the dash with a lot of force. Calls came back though from the rest of his crew along with profanity and some groans. Bruises or banged up probably, hopefully. Men from the 32 were already rushing the vehicle to pull them free. At least there’d be a warm meal and a bed tonight. Sometimes that was the best that could be hoped for on these missions.
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“We gotta go.” Taylor was frantic. The helicopters weren’t far away. Plissken could tell from the sounds.
“Bitch.” Snake got out into the swirling snow. The wind was whipping the snow up from the ground. Snake fought the hood open. The engine had ice on it from being outside so long. “Damn it.”
“Bradley.” Snake screamed over the wind and the choppers.
His medical officer came over and got wide eyed at the engine. “Not good. Not good.”
“No.” Plissken shook his head. “Take everyone down there.” Plissken pointed toward a stone bunker. It was half blown out but enough for cover still. “I’ll be there as soon as this bitch starts.”
Bradley moved without question. They trusted Snake. He bent over the vehicle looking over the engine for any problem aside from the ice. The choppers were coming up fast. Snake kept his cool through the intense urge to panic.
Finally he found the problem. The wires to the battery were cut. “Fuck.”
Snake pulled the knife from his belt and started stripping the wires. He could hear the people in the chopper screaming over the wind. This was cutting it to the wire. He chuckled at the thought while carefully rewiring the battery to the truck.
“Son of a bitch.” Snake jumped back from a jolt but immediately went back to work. His hands were freezing, refusing to work over the delicate task at hand. Snake had to stop and blow on his hands. The heat of his breath burned like fire. Snake went back to the wires. It was done just as the shadow started passing over.
Snake rushed for the door. He slammed it hard behind him. Bullets were ricocheting off the roof. The windshield shattered as he turned it over again. The truck sputtered and Plissken bashed the dash with his fist. Again he turned it and this time the engine started. He slammed on the gas as he threw it into gear. The truck fish tailed in the swirling snow. The white out conditions made the bunker disappear. Plissken guessed and started driving.
Suddenly it was there right in front of the truck. He slammed on the breaks, downshifted and tried to avoid it. The truck slammed into the bunker sideways. Plissken threw it in reverse just as they started coming out of cover. The chopper was coming around again. The rest of his squad piled into the covered back just as the vehicle died again.
“Fuck! Take the wheel.” Snake got out leaving Sophia to drive while he went back out into the white swirls of stinging cold. Sure enough the wires had jarred loose. Snake went to work in a hurry to get them attached again.
“Start her.” Snake called and ran for the passenger seat. He pulled open the door while Sophia put the truck in gear. They took off skidding and sliding through the snow beneath the choppers.
“Head for the trees.” Snake pointed down the hill. “Other side of them should be the base camp for the 32. They got antiaircraft equipment.”
Snake turned to the back and opened the small sliding window that separated the cab and back. “You guys. Call the 32. Tell them were coming in from WNW with heat. We need help.”
“On it.” Taylor called.
The helicopter was slowing from the currents of wind kicked up around the trees.
“We lose them?” Cooper was still young enough to be terrified when things got bad.
“We got ground support. They said take them down the stream.” Taylor was still on the radio while he passed on the message.
“What stream?” Sophia questioned.
“I… don’t…. “Snake was scanning what little he could see of the terrain. “There. The low point. Has to be.”
Sophia headed for it then down stream. There was no way to tell where the support would come from until the bright flash of rockets launching washed out the already white world to blindingly pale brightness. The white was echoed by flaring orange behind.
“It’s down.” He heard the call from the back but couldn’t determine who. His mind was all caught up on the scenery careening wildly toward the front of the truck.
“HOLD ON!” Snake braced himself as the tree down the hillside kept coming. It was a head on collision. The seatbelt dug into his neck despite the winter gear. There was a brief moment that went on in terror then faded to nothing.
“We alright?” Snake frowned at the crushed front end as he checked his hand. The wrist had smashed into the dash with a lot of force. Calls came back though from the rest of his crew along with profanity and some groans. Bruises or banged up probably, hopefully. Men from the 32 were already rushing the vehicle to pull them free. At least there’d be a warm meal and a bed tonight. Sometimes that was the best that could be hoped for on these missions.
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