Snake glanced around waiting for the pain to subside enough to continue his journey to freedom. Ahead stood an open door, a few feeble steps and Plissken could see inside. A blackbelly sat at a computer with his back to the door. Snake could care less. It was the basket that was halfway between them on a table that his eye settled on.
They were his revolvers, no question, that lay in that low sided basket. Snake glanced down the hall and up the other end. He had to have his guns and there appeared to be nobody around to stop him from retrieving them. Snake forced his leg to carry him to the opposing wall. He risked a glance around the door frame to the room beyond. The man was still typing and unaware of the viper slithering into his room.
Plissken crawled to the table. Not only did this block the blackbelly's view but it gave his throbbing ankle a much needed rest. His hand snaked up over the table top. Quietly, gently Snake removed the basket and set it on the floor before him. Plissken threw a worried glance at the door as he holstered his revolvers. Hastily he collected the rest of his belongings. What he really needed was his ammunition but it was gone.
Snake took a gander at the room he was in until his eyes fell on the shelves on the other end. One of the shelves bore little green and yellow boxes, Remington ammunition boxes.
Returning the basket to the table Snake hesitantly glanced around. The man at the computer was still oblivious of Snake's presence. The Snake crawled between the shelving, stuffing his pockets, all of them, full of the boxes. Plissken was crawling toward the center of the room from his position between the shelves when he heard boot falls on the floor. He froze in place and began inching back into the darkness among the shelves.
"Send out an alert."
The voice was official and reflexively Snake held his breath.
"A patrol found Plissken's guards dead in stairwell F. He is presumed free and armed on the premises."
Snake frowned but continued listening intently. This mess was going to make escaping that much more difficult. He still wasn't breathing. The sound of metal chain came to his ears and the frown slowly turned to a satisfied smile.
"We found these in the hall."
Plissken knew what they had found. The voices were replaced by hurried footsteps and frantic typing. Peering through the shelves Plissken watched the second guard disappear into the hall.
His eye returned to the man at the computer. No typer, no alert. The Snake broke for the back of the chair, revolver drawn; he brought it down like a hammer on the back of the blackbelly's head. Pushing him from the chair Plissken observed the blinking cursor of the command line on the computer screen. Hastily he deleted it and replaced it with his own.
"Plissken apprehended in sector…" Snake glanced at the prison map on the wall. "…F" That would send them all into the holding facility. Nothing like prisoners awaiting execution to cause a distraction. Snake continued typing as his free hand flipped through the command book he pulled from the drawer, His fingers finally traced out the string of numbers he sought. They were the lock codes and he set them all for unlock before hitting enter. Every prisoner in sector F was now on the loose and Snake was already on his feet to head the other direction.
He laid low in the room until the running footsteps outside the door fell silent. Plissken crept into the hall scanning the length of it before moving down the corridor. It was clear and the pain had been alleviated somewhat by resting. Once more he started running with all of his might. He hit the door and found himself in the darkened lot.
Searchlights cruised the empty surface between the building and the gate. Plissken knew better then to head for the fence. All the facility fences were set with electric and alarms. Avoiding the lights Snake made his way to the lone vehicle parked several meters from the gate and guard shack. Four fully armed and armored blackbellies stood at the opening separating Plissken from his freedom.
Snake turned his back resting against the humvee's door. The hummer wasn't much use for his escape. It was more a death trap. The new vehicles were all fitted with tracers and he had seen its throbbing red beacon on the dash. His mind raced as he stood there staring at the door he had exited. He could imagine at any moment a hoard of enemies would rush from it. He needed to come up with something fast. Plissken did have one idea but it was a long shot.
Snake waited flush against the hummer with a gun drawn for the nearest searchlight to face him. Once it turned Snake took a single shot and the light fell dark. Glass rained to the asphalt and he heard the guards starting to move. Plissken worked in the opposite direction around the vehicle. Crouching at the front he glanced around the side. All four guards stood twenty paces away, one was on the radio and they all had their backs to him.
A quick glimpse of the empty shack was all the encouragement he needed. Snake was on his feet racing for the opening. Adrenaline pushed him to a feverish pace and within seconds Plissken disappeared in the darkened streets leaving the blackbellies behind to discover he was already gone.