Snake drove the car slowly through the convention center to the designated spot, 66. Gently he got out and opened the hood before wiping it down with a soft cloth until even the faintest of fingerprints were gone. He left it for a moment and returned with the bike before he set about placing the mirrors to get a vantage of the cars chrome under carriage.

"Nice work." Snake looked up from the table he was setting up at the car show expecting them to be inspecting his new bike. Instead he saw two men gazing into the chrome engine of the car.

"It's not mine." He commented as he joined them staring at the coils of chrome. He couldn't keep the smile from his face. "My daughter built it."

The men looked up at him with a bit of shock as Snake continued to address them. "'69 Camaro. I love this car."

"Is she coming by the show?"

Snake gave them a suspicious look but finally nodded. "She had a race this morning but she should be here soon. Why?"

Snake was protective even if his daughter was completely able to take care of herself.

"She races?"

Snake nodded with another proud grin. "Yeah, jet cars."

The man's mouth dropped open in surprise which only made Plissken's grin widen.

"I'd like to talk to her about the engine mounting."

Plissken nodded to the request as they continued to gaze on the beautiful candy apple red car.

"She's worked with me in the shop since she was six." Snake took the soft cloth to the grill polishing away any imperfections.

"It shows."

Snake felt the soaring elation of accomplishment as he stood next to the man at the front of the Camaro.

"Never thought it'd lead to this." Snake touched the car careful to keep the cloth between his fingers and the paint job. "She's a beauty."

Snake felt keys pressed into his hand.

"I parked the truck in Green-A-12." Snake nodded to Aggie and the men looked at her expectantly.

"This is my sister Agnes. She does most of the painting. " Snake felt a surge of pride knowing that they were impressed as much by the paint job as the car itself. "It's a family business."

"Have you seen Xena?"

Aggie gave a shrug looking around the convention center. "No. Have you seen Swan?"

Snake couldn't help but laugh. "Last time I saw that boy he was down eyeing up some dune buggy at the other end." Aggie shook her head and kissed his cheek before disappearing into the crowd. Plissken went back to work setting out the business cards and photo album.

He'd hardly started to work when he felt hands slide around his waist.

"You didn't smash up my car, did you?"

Snake turned around to look at Hope as she stood in full red racing leathers.

"No." She paused for a moment and then burst. "I won!"

Snake laughed and gave her a big hug.

"That's my girl." He spun her around once with her feet off the ground. She might have been a beautiful woman now but she would always be his little girl. Snake glanced over at the men and grinned still holding Hope tight. Slowly he let her go and took her hand leading her over to the men still lost in the beautiful chrome of the Camaro's engine.

"This is my daughter, Hope Plissken." Snake said it in a way only a happy father could manage. The man who had inquired about the car looked up but kept his eyes from wandering when Snake's stone hardened gaze hit him. Plissken knew his daughter was beautiful and he wouldn't have some fool over looking her talent because she looked good in her racing gear.

Snake gave her a quick kiss on the cheek leaving her with the admirer to talk about the car while he tended to the bike. The show would start any moment and he wanted their display to be the best.