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call_me_snake) wrote2009-07-15 06:56 pm
call_me_snake) wrote2009-07-15 06:56 pm
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Plissken 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.
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When she came back, she had her pad out and a pen, ready to take his statement. "Okay, sir, can you tell me what happened here?"
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A fight. Snake smiled. What does it look like happened?
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Oh good, a wise ass. This was going to be fun.
"Can you remember the details of the fight or do you need to be taken in and sobered up because those gentlemen over there." She pointed over her shoulder to the other group of guys. "Claim you and your friends started this."
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Maybe you should go ask the girl he was dragging around the bar by her hair?
Snake hadn't really looked at her face. His eyes kept roving elsewhere.
I busted his lip for being a fuck up. Then all these bastards started in on me. I can't help it they're too much of pussies to hold their own against one person.
Snake was talking a little louder than he needed to. He wanted to make sure all those other bastards heard him.
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"Officers are talking to everyone involved," she said, but her tone said she didn't like the sound of that. She looked over at the group again, taking a second look at them, this time seeing them as the aggressor and the problem.
"Do you want press charges?"
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Her question brought a snorting laugh. Don't you think I've pressed enough?
Plissken shrugged. They didn't even hurt...
He trailed off touching the back of his head where he was hit. It hurt back there and would likely end up a goose egg. He winced as he felt it with his fingers.
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"Legal charges, not just your fists," she said with a small, almost amused smile. He was annoying, but he wasn't all bad.
"Do you need any medical attention?"
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Snake finally took his hand away from the back of his head. A smile crept back. Only if you'll be the one doing it.
He was flirting with a cop. He knew it but he had a definite appreciation for any woman with the balls to put on a uniform and command like she did.
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She gave him a hint of a real smile. "I only know basic first aid. Head wounds are out of my skill range."
It was probably the uniform and the blue eyes that made her almost flirt back. She had a thing for uniforms and an even bigger thing for blue eyes. She was on duty though, she had to stay professional.
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It doesn't hurt as much as getting shot. Can't be too bad. The most she smiled the more he did.
Do you ever get out of this uniform? It intentionally sounded dirty but in all honesty he was asking when she got off duty.
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And he had a good smile too. That was almost worse. She really needed to be professional but it was hard in the face of a good smile. Most of the guy's she met while on the job were jerks.
"It does need to get washed every once and awhile." She dug into one of the pouches on her belt and pulled out a business card. After scrawling something on it, she held it out to him. It had her cell number and number for her precinct. "But right now, it stays on."
Work had to come first and she was merely insuring a witness could reach her if he wanted to press charges. That she had written when was a good time to call her, it was merely so he could reach her easier.
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When's wash day? Now he was getting a little out of bounds but he couldn't resist. She was flirting too.
Scott's can tell you where I am if you want to find me. He meant the Air Force base down south. Taking the card he flipped it over to read it. Next couple days though I'll be in your backyard Connie.
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A dry look and she tapped the badge on her chest, "It's Officer Murphy, sir. Maybe if you call at the right time, you'll get Connie."
Although she hated going by her name. Her dad used it and she wasn't really feeling nice towards her dad right now but she'd let it go for now.
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Nice badge. Snake pointed at the pins he wore, mocking her just a little. Lieutenant Plissken but you can always call me Snake.
Snake smiled and would definitely call even if he had to make up a reason.
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And yes, it irked her a little that he out ranked her. She was going to be a Lieutenant, she was going to be Captain one day. The nickname made her raise an eyebrow though. "I see, Lieutenant Plissken. You have a nice rest of the evening. No more fights, please."
"Calling me's a better way to get my attention." And she had to go. No more excuses to hang around and talk to the attractive Air Force Lieutenant. She got bad into her patrol car, ignoring Mitchell's smirk.
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Thanks for the advice. Snake grinned and turned back to confront the same kind of smirks except one disappointed girl smile. Snake tucked the card into his pocket as innocently as he could.
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She was really hoping he'd call her.
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