Snake Plissken

“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.”

( Black Light on the Move )

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Snake lowered the binoculars staring at the small black dots rolling across the field of white. Briefly he allowed his usual thought to drift in. How the hell did the Russians know where the road was under all of that snow? More immediate was the confirmation of his mission.

"They got one." Snake commented while turning back from his prone position to look at his team.

"Great." Bradley rolled his eyes expressing what they all were thinking. The Russians with a nuke wasn't a good sign even with the treaty in place. The fact it was there on that truck while the treaty was still in place was even more worrisome. Snake took a moment and observed the trucks again.

"Any ideas? Besides stealing the uranium out of that bad boy?" Snake was always lighthearted as possible until things got bad.

"Are they masked?" Taylor had slid up prone next to him.

Snake squinted into the binoculars trying to make out the faces. They seemed pale which meant no. "Don't look like it."

"We got that..."

"Back up gas drop." Snake finished Taylor's sentence patting him on the shoulder. "Good idea. Geisha, call our back up."

Snake sat back feeling better but he still kept looking at the trucks receding to smaller and smaller dots in the white. What if they went out once and failed? What if the Russians got away with that nuke? The what ifs ate at him until he felt sick with determination. Failure was not an option, not today, not ever.

"28:15 until drop." Sophia announced.

"Alright, mask up." Snake was already pulling his gas gear out. "We're going to have to stop that truck from wrecking when they're knocked off."

Plissken pulled his white and black camouflaged gas gear on. His mind was locked on. They were going in now. Right down this basin and up around the tree line. They'd have five minutes to spare before the gas load came in to take the Russians out. Plenty of time to make it work. Just as much to fuck it up too. The latter was not an option. Not today.


Words: 358

Title: Like God Damned MacGyver
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken and the Black Light
Prompt: 026: Teammates
Word Count: 2,738
Rating: PG-13 (For violence and swearing)
Author's Notes: Snake would be 20 at the oldest at this time.
Summary: My take on the origin of the name Snake.

( Silver Tongued Snake )

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