Snake walked the streets with flowers in his hand. That sight alone brought stares as strange as his own feelings. It had been years since he had bought flowers but something spurred him to stop on his way home back from the poker tables and now he endured the gawking as he walked the Jersey streets with a dozen pink roses. He knew it was an odd sight.

He could hear sirens but then there were always sirens. Lights flashed on the street ahead running red streamers over the bricks. That was where he needed to be. Suddenly Snake dropped the flowers all of his thoughts were lost as he hit the dark alley behind the building at a full run. His gaze fell on the second floor window. It was open. Circling beneath it for a split second like a caged wild cat Snake took off to the far end of the alley, skidding to a halt, he turned and made for the wall as fast as his legs would move. Deftly he leapt up and grabbed the sill hoisting himself into the window. His room was ransacked.

"Katherine!" Snake's voice was hoarse with worry and exertion but he didn't stop. The room was empty and he stepped into the hall. The place was being raided. Plissken was instantly in overdrive and he let the coal fired hatred inside burn as bright as he dared. If she was hurt even scared someone, everyone would die.

Snake stalked down the stairs. He could hear voices, official voices and instantly his guns were out. He knew what he was to face, a squad of bastards with his girls in chains. He'd have to be a crack shot and make every bullet count. To him the gun was like breathing. If he could breathe he could knock anyone dead in one shot.

There was no fear as Snake rounded the corner from the stairwell to the bar. He was silent and took in the scene. Three shots and the three men with automatics dropped before anyone had the chance to turn. His eye scanned the scene again quickly. She wasn't there or he couldn't see her. Snake couldn't dwell on it as a bullet slammed into the wall next to his head. The gun leveled and the offender fell.

That was when things went from bad to nightmarish. Snake missed the tube coming up. He was too intent on freeing the girls. The popping sound was enough to draw his attention just in time to see the electrified net. Snake's eye rolled in disgust. There was no dodging that and he knew what would happen when it hit. The world would go black.

Snake woke less then surprised. He was chained gunless to a metal seat in a metal van that as usual seemed to find the bumpiest streets in the world to travel so he would be bruised and vicious when he arrived. Then they could beat him for being hostile. Snake sighed and worked on the cuffs silently. A pin pulled here and a screw twist there. They would be sturdy enough to pass but he could break them when he wanted. Snake found himself chuckling. The USPF had never discovered his tactics. They always assumed he was strong enough to bust chain links which was fine by him.

The jerking stopped as the van lurched to a halt. Snake wondered where they had driven him this time. It didn't really matter all he was thinking about was the girl they had that he wanted back. He sat in the dark leering at them when they opened the doors. Guards milled in the light beyond but none ventured into the van.

"Plissken."

Snake groaned with disgust. He couldn't deal with Malloy, not today, not ever really. Snake knew where they had driven him now. To his own private hell.

"Plissken."

Snake stood crouching to walk to the end of his chain. As soon as he stepped out they started rushing at him. A deadly glare was all it took to keep them at bay.

"The name's Snake." He snarled at the man with a ponytail approaching the van.

"Cut the bullshit Snake."

Malloy released the chains from his cuffs and for just a moment Snake contemplated clubbing him in the face with his fists. It would only hurry the process of the guards beating him and Snake wanted to put that off as long as possible. Malloy stepped away and guards filtered in around Snake.

"Come on Plissken."