Snake had wanted to vanish, to disappear off the face of the Earth and be left alone. Months had passed since he said those words on national TV. He wondered if anyone remembered. Snake doubted it. Survival was in the forefront since the invasions from the south. That had been why Snake headed north but it was more than that. He wanted to be home in the Dakotas.

Snake sighed grateful that the world had seemingly forgotten he existed. The USPF had their hands full and stopped looking once summer came. Part of him missed the conflict. He was born for war and without it the lethargy was getting to him. Maybe he should be working against the invasion? That would mean working with the USPF. Snake knew he would never do that. Still he was getting anxious in his home. He was settled of sorts and didn't care much for it.

"What are you thinking?"

Snake shrugged without looking at Brazen. He didn't want to share his thoughts.

"The news bothered you today."

Snake finally relented. "I don't know why I stopped fighting."

Brazen came around in front of him with a questioning look. Plissken sighed and diverted his attention. She reminded him of that awful conundrum he faced. Fighting meant siding with his enemy.

"You haven't" Brazen shook her head and looked down at the pistols he still wore day in and day out.

"When was the last time I was in a fight?" Snake asked it curiously. He even had a hard time remembering.

"Two days ago at the market." Brazen remembered all too well the thief who tried to pick his pockets. Plissken laughed.

"Called surviving."

"Isn't that what any war is?"

Snake gazed at her for a moment before heading toward their house.

"Snake?"

He stopped to face her at the bottom of the steps.

"What's going on?" She was always no nonsense and with Plissken she'd learned that information only came with a fight.

"I don't want to fight anymore."

"You just said you did." His manner seemed wrong to her.

"I changed my mind."

"Don't you lie to me Plissken." Brazen only used that name when she wanted him to listen. She could already see the disgust in his expression.

"I don't care."

Brazen marched up to him and looked right into his eye. "You don't like the fact that thief or anyone else there didn't know who you were."

Snake's eye twitched under the strain of anger. Susan smiled knowing she'd hit the nail on the head even if he refused to acknowledge it. He didn't say anything and it took everything for Brazen not to laugh at his sour expression.

"You don't like being retired." She walked past him into the house and heard him curse under his breath. It seemed Snake Plissken, American Outlaw, was about to come out of retirement and remind the world who he was.