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Jul. 15th, 2009 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
call_me_snakePlissken was glad to be back in the states. After three months of nothing but missions out in the middle of eastern Russia Snake would have went to a garbage dump as long as it was warm and stateside. As luck would have it on arrival they were sent to Chicago for leave and training on a new software program for the targeting systems of the gulfires.
It was July, warm and they let them out for a day. Earlier had mostly involved sleeping in and gorging on real food in any place that caught their eye. Now that it was drawing toward evening they wanted to drink. The six of them found a rather low key bar and shuffled into a big corner booth together. They were drunk and relatively rowdy as the night wore on. It wasn’t much.. loud talking and too much laughing.
Snake got up to get another round. Sophia wasn’t old enough to drink and so he promised to find a virgin, girly drink for her. The bartender assured him that with a little time he could make a virgin margarita. Plissken waited eying up a rather attractive local who was standing beside him. He bought her a drink and stood talking to her. She was a secretary and single. She liked to drink whiskey which he thought was the best thing he’d heard in a long time. Together they stood there drinking whiskey and talking about his tour oversees. Things were going well and the drinks were lining up on the bar. Snake only now noticed that he wasn’t going to be able to carry them all to the table so he invited the girl to join them over in the booth.
She did join them and due to space constraints had to sit on Snake’s lap. He was all too happy with the situation especially when she got in close and wrapped an arm around his neck. Maybe he would stay off base until morning. That was when things went wrong.
To Snake, it appeared as though the girl just disappeared off his lap but the shriek told him something was horribly wrong. Some big, ugly bastard had pulled her off by her hair. He was going on about how she was still his. Snake glanced at the others who made a face. They didn’t want him getting involved but knew Plissken enough to see a fight coming. Snake stood up and scowled.
“Let her go son of a bitch.” Snake looked up at the man who had a good 3 or four inches on him.
“What are you going to do about it?” He shoved the woman away and turned on Snake.
Plissken didn’t even flinch as the bastard approached. Once he was in range Plissken sucker punched him full force in the stomach. It stumbled the man but he kept coming. Snake dodged a swing shoved his opponent. Off balance the man stumbled back again. Plissken kicked him and sent him back into the door which promptly shattered. Some of his friends got up as Snake chased him out the door.
A hit came to the back of the head that sent Plissken to the pavement. He rolled on instinct no matter the pain and saw his attackers now numbered four. He managed to get to his feet just as one came in. He took the punch to the side as he slammed his head into the attacker’s nose. It brought blood instantly. Snake ignored the wounded one and turned on the others. They were coming in hard and it took a trained eye to see one of them had a knife palmed. Snake could hear sirens coming. Inwardly, despite being reprimanded on base, he hoped those cops were coming here. Snake used his speed to keep from getting trapped. One dropped and Snake smiled when he saw Taylor revealed as one fell. He didn’t have time to say thanks as the glint of a knife caught his attention. Snake dodged praying those cops hurried the fuck up.
It was July, warm and they let them out for a day. Earlier had mostly involved sleeping in and gorging on real food in any place that caught their eye. Now that it was drawing toward evening they wanted to drink. The six of them found a rather low key bar and shuffled into a big corner booth together. They were drunk and relatively rowdy as the night wore on. It wasn’t much.. loud talking and too much laughing.
Snake got up to get another round. Sophia wasn’t old enough to drink and so he promised to find a virgin, girly drink for her. The bartender assured him that with a little time he could make a virgin margarita. Plissken waited eying up a rather attractive local who was standing beside him. He bought her a drink and stood talking to her. She was a secretary and single. She liked to drink whiskey which he thought was the best thing he’d heard in a long time. Together they stood there drinking whiskey and talking about his tour oversees. Things were going well and the drinks were lining up on the bar. Snake only now noticed that he wasn’t going to be able to carry them all to the table so he invited the girl to join them over in the booth.
She did join them and due to space constraints had to sit on Snake’s lap. He was all too happy with the situation especially when she got in close and wrapped an arm around his neck. Maybe he would stay off base until morning. That was when things went wrong.
To Snake, it appeared as though the girl just disappeared off his lap but the shriek told him something was horribly wrong. Some big, ugly bastard had pulled her off by her hair. He was going on about how she was still his. Snake glanced at the others who made a face. They didn’t want him getting involved but knew Plissken enough to see a fight coming. Snake stood up and scowled.
“Let her go son of a bitch.” Snake looked up at the man who had a good 3 or four inches on him.
“What are you going to do about it?” He shoved the woman away and turned on Snake.
Plissken didn’t even flinch as the bastard approached. Once he was in range Plissken sucker punched him full force in the stomach. It stumbled the man but he kept coming. Snake dodged a swing shoved his opponent. Off balance the man stumbled back again. Plissken kicked him and sent him back into the door which promptly shattered. Some of his friends got up as Snake chased him out the door.
A hit came to the back of the head that sent Plissken to the pavement. He rolled on instinct no matter the pain and saw his attackers now numbered four. He managed to get to his feet just as one came in. He took the punch to the side as he slammed his head into the attacker’s nose. It brought blood instantly. Snake ignored the wounded one and turned on the others. They were coming in hard and it took a trained eye to see one of them had a knife palmed. Snake could hear sirens coming. Inwardly, despite being reprimanded on base, he hoped those cops were coming here. Snake used his speed to keep from getting trapped. One dropped and Snake smiled when he saw Taylor revealed as one fell. He didn’t have time to say thanks as the glint of a knife caught his attention. Snake dodged praying those cops hurried the fuck up.
