Plissken was bored. There was too much USPF activity in Chicago and all bets were off. Most people who had any sense fled to greener pastures. Snake didn't care and he was rather curious about what the USPF did when they managed to get a city in this state. There were still people in the city; store owners, homeless and crazies, there were always crazies. To Plissken's utter dismay most of the homeless he had seen in the windy city were women and children.

Plissken kept walking wondering if he should leave too. Problem was he had no desire to drive and his bike was out of gas. Plissken wasn't despairing the situation as he walked along the near deserted streets. He was looking for opportunities this situation might offer. So far there were none that he had seen besides looting, a crass crime at best.

The USPF loudspeaker blasted all thought out of Plissken's mind. It was close, had to be, to be this loud. Snake immediately spun around searching the deserted road. Nothing. They had to be in one of the side streets. Plissken listened intently to the warnings.

You have been found in violation of Directive 17; US Moral Code act. Surrender or we are authorized to use lethal force."

Silence followed. When sound came again Plissken jumped at the intensity of gunfire. Snake turned around and headed for the sound. There had to be five or six squads unloading on something. Plissken couldn't help but wonder what. The shooting died down leaving Snake to hunt for the site.

He found it and regretted it immediately. His boots were crunching on empty shell casings as he walked toward what he could barely comprehend. From the looks of the clothing they were all homeless corralled into a dead end alley. Plissken moved among the bodies. Faint crying had his attention and he was trying to locate it among the bloody, tattered bodies.

It took pulling an old man off another body to discover what it was coming from. She was young and heavily pregnant. The man in front of her had taken most of the hits leaving him to wonder if he had been protecting her. She wasn't too bad. The wound to her leg would scar badly but heal. It was the one in the side of her stomach that had him worried. He was inspecting it when he heard a vehicle coming.

"Stay quiet." Plissken nearly demanded it of her as he wiped her blood on his face. He knew they were coming back to make sure everyone was out of commission. Snake pressed his hand to the wound at her side to staunch the bleeding and lay down to play dead. Headlights washed over him and then he heard boots. They walked past; a squad and then a second. They poked through the bodies. The woman Snake had found remained quiet. If it wasn't for her pulse beating beneath his hand he would have thought she was dead.

"We got a live one."

Plissken stained his eye to look in the direction the voice had come from. Four squads moved in and opened up on whoever was over there alive. Snake pressed his eye closed trying not to think of Taylor. Twice more the shots rang out before they left.

Snake stayed down. He was too sick to move. Slowly he slid up and looked down at the pregnant girl. Her eyes were closed and Snake shook her gently.

"Come on." Snake shook her again and she didn't move. Snake realized what had happened. His hand came up to her neck. No pulse. He pressed on her stomach and the baby didn't move. It was such a waste. Plissken stroked her cheek and then stood up. His gut was churning from hate and the smell of blood in the warm, still air.

Plissken started moving again. He'd found work. It was time for him to do what he did best, make war. Snake headed in the direction the vehicle had taken during its retreat. They would pay, all of them would pay.