Plissken took his time and read the documents several times. He wanted to memorize them or at least try. He didn't need to but he wanted those words just in case one day they were blotted out from the world. Snake was rarely a man to get emotional and even less was an outside show but knowing deep down how far America had fallen broke the ice. Sadness tore into his expression as he stared at the archive screen. He wasn't reading anymore. His eyes glassed over from the numb hurt he felt inside. Losing his country was like losing his parents and everything else all over again. The country was what he was fighting for all those years ago. The day the government turned on him was the day that country died. Only now was Plissken realizing that pain.
There on the screen was what he had been fighting for. The folly of young man still blinded by dreams and ideals. War wasn't about upholding ideals, even when the people in charge claim it is. Snake knew that now even when he pretended not to. Snake pressed his fingers into his good eye and rubbed vigorously. Too long staring at the monitor was putting strain on it.
"You are in violation of Moral Code #15."
Snake froze and took a deep breath. He had no idea what Moral Code #15 was but he would bet his life on the fact that it was bullshit. Snake put his hand down and looked up at the five man team standing a few feet from him.
"The viewing of images that defy the American government is forbidden. All those found to be in possession of or viewing such documents will be considered as acting with intent to commit treason."
The voice was mechanical like the man was reading off of an invisible cue cards. Snake was in shock. The more he heard of the Moral Codes the more his stomach knotted up. The Bill of Rights being considered treasonous brought rage and a need to vomit or be ill just from hearing it said.
"I didn't know history research was forbidden." Snake shut the computer down and grabbed his coat.
"You have been charged with treason against the government of the United States."
The shock pinned Snake in midmotion once more. Treason? Wasn't the first time and that alone brought a brief but devilish grin into Plissken's expression.
"Did you see what I read?" Snake finished getting up and rather unceremoniously pulled on his beaten brown leather.
"Yes. That document is considered on the list of illegal documents."
"Good." Plissken growled out the words as he started for the door. "Arrest yourself for looking at it."
He kept walking back to them. He could hear the confusion. Some days the Crazies they hired into the Force were a blessing, today was one of them. As he walked off Plissken idly wondered if they would figure out whom he was or if he would remain some nameless instigator. In the end it didn't matter. He'd committed treason years ago what mattered if they wrote in a second?