Snake sat down with the tape recorder. His hands flipped the cassette over and over in his fingers. It was so much like the one he ripped apart that he smiled a little. It was a devious smile and a proud smile. It was almost a smirk from a man who knew he'd done the right thing. Snake slid the tape into the cassette player and collected his thoughts. It was always the tape people wanted to know about and when he ran into an underground reporter who had a curiosity about the failed Hartford Summit Plissken's own interests peaked. After the man divulged all he knew Plissken agreed on one tape. He never told the man what he would say on the tape just where to pick it up.

Snake lit a cigarette and poured a drink but his eye rarely left the recorder. Two long drags had passed before he leaned forward and pressed the record button firmly down. Leaning back it was a moment before Plissken said a word.

"Harker's fucking tape. Where to start? Most of this bullshit ain't a man alive who knows it. Probably think I'm making shit up but you can believe whatever the fuck you want. I'm a lot of things but a liar ain't one of them."

Plissken sat back taking a long drag. He wondered why he felt the need to push his statement of truth forward. It was like testifying or something. His brow furrowed before he continued.

"The Super Flash is what they called the damned thing. Iodine charged, thermonuclear bullshit. Supposed to be clean, no radioactivity left. Who knows how the fuck that'd work."

Snake wondered about his own words for a moment before going on.

"Supposedly this weapon could knock out all of Russia or China in one fucking blow. Just one bomb and the country'd be leveled. Who knows how the fuck they'd deliver the damned thing. If I heard at a summit that people were trying to drop shit on me I'd fucking start shooting down every goddamned plane came cross my boarder."

Snake ran his hand through his hair. He couldn't figure why he was talking like he was or ever could lead a country. He shrugged to himself.

"Just my opinion on the shit. That was the point of that tape. It was an ultimatum. Harker was going to meet with the Commies and give them 24 hours to surrender or get their ass handed to them by table salt."

Snake chuckled. Still blew his mind even years later that there was a bomb made of salt.

"Jackasses probably cut it back to twenty two without warning like the son of a bitches did to me. Still that was what never reached Hartford. Couldn't let that shit happen. There would've been no fucking 24 hours. The damned Commies would have blown America into the fucking sea by that time."

Snake stubbed out his cigarette and took a drink then smirked to himself as his thoughts came together once more.

"Probably wondering what happened to that damned Super Flash, huh? Turns out it wasn't built yet. The plans were being processed and only the shell case had been manufactured. The plans for it. Well only one man alive still who knows where they are or who's read them. That man isn't for sale at any price so looks like the government's fucked. Think that's just how he likes it too."

Snake took another drink and added half heartedly.

"Just my opinion though."

Snake leaned forward and hit the stop button. He withdrew the tape and slipped it in the plain brown envelope. Sealing it he briefly mused if anyone who ever listened to this tape would recognize his voice. The wicked grin returned when he imagined their horror at his revelation. Snake left the recorder and headed out of the rented room. He left the envelope at the reception desk for the reporter scheduled to arrive the next day. He tipped the young woman behind the desk heavily to make sure things got done. Rather satisfied he stepped out into the bright early morning light and headed for his bike. It was time to get moving before he went back and tore that tape up too.