Snake scanned the milling group of people. They were all alike, him and the rest, they were starving. Since Directive 17 went into effect that was the norm, starvation. The crowds were here on a promise of food being handed out by the new, forgiving president. Snake was appalled by the way he was working the people. If the bastard hadn't fucked with everything no one would be starving.

Plissken sighed heavily and looked between the two semi-trucks and the ever growing crowd. There would never be enough. His eye settled on the milling people. Most were women and children being pressed into the ever tightening throng. After seeing the contents of the arrivals Snake couldn't justify taking any of the food. He knew he was many things, terrorist, killer, vigilante and gunfighter but there were things he certainly was not. A man that took food from women and children was one of those things he was not.

He tried to ignore the pain in his stomach. This was the easy way. Snake grinned at the police moving around on the back of the truck. Who said the easy way was the only way? Snake's eye took in the area until it settled on the empty humvee. That was the ticket.

Snake sauntered through the crowd across the flow. No one noticed as he slipped around the military vehicle and opened the door. He reached in blindly behind the seat until his hand contacted the case. His eye was riveted on the police who were still preoccupied. Snake took hold of the handle and extracted the black case before quietly closing the door. Why he had put in the effort for silence he didn't know. The noise of clamoring people could deafen a small explosion but routine was just that. He was used to sneaking.

Disappearing in the crowd was easy. Without a hitch Plissken appeared on the far side and high-tailed it down an alley. Fading into a loading dock Plissken popped the latch to inspect his prize. As he thought three days rations, ammunition and a pistol were arranged perfectly in the case. It was like Christmas in July. He resealed his prize and lit a cigarette glancing back at the people spilling from the crowd with meager food supplies. It wouldn't be long before riots broke out over food. Plissken couldn't help but wonder how long. The inevitable would be women and children gunned down for starving.

Snake was no longer hungry. Hate had burned it away as he walked in the opposite direction. Something had to put a stop to this. For one brief moment Plissken laughed to himself at a thought he had. The world could really use Robin Hood. Maybe it was time to revitalize that sentiment. Snake certainly had the skills. It was a thought. One well worth pondering.