The door opened behind him but he didn't turn to look back at whoever had entered. He already knew who was there.
"Who was she?" The voice came from behind and Snake smirked hearing the frustration that filled the words.
Slowly, deliberately Snake turned to face President Robertson. "Who was who?" Snake mocked. He knew "who" they were asking about. He looked down at his fingers and they still tingled from that moment. Glass had separated them but he had found a space between the panes allowing just their finger tips to barely touch. Snake's gaze traveled up to the ceiling as he tried to dispel the memories. "Why had she come?" He wondered as he ignored his company.
"Don't play games, Plissken. Who was the woman this afternoon and what did you give her?" Snake could hear the aggravation growing in Robertson's voice. It took all his control not to laugh but he allowed the smirk to spread on his expression as his eye returned Robertson's gaze. A few moments of silence passed and Snake ignored the president.
"Last chance, Hot Shot. Who was she?"
Snake felt an instant rush of rage and snapped blindly at his interrogator. "Go fuck yourself."
Robertson frowned as the guards stepped in from behind. "Take him to the chair." The armed police stepped forward but stopped short of their destination under Snake's malevolent stare. Snake didn't resist instead he walked past them toward the door stopping only long enough to confront Robertson.
"Some day I'm gonna kill you." He snarled before continuing out into the hall. He observed his entourage silently. It was his way of working through the moments when it appeared he was at the end of the line and his luck had failed.
With a rough shove he found himself confronted by the metal chair. There was a vague smell of burnt flesh in the air that was just barely masked by the chemical cleaners that had been used.
Snake sighed as his one eye took in the room, the guards and the exits. The electric chair was not something Snake was ready to accept. The guard took his arm roughly but soon backed away as Snake's indignant gaze turned on him. He wanted to sit of his own accord. It was his choice to be here and he wasn't about to give anyone the satisfaction of forcing him into the chair. He watched them intently as they buckled his ankles to the chair. Still Snake waited to strike. They strapped down his left arm and he remained poised his time was about to come.
Finally, they unlocked the handcuffs to secure his right arm. It was the moment he had been waiting for. He hit the first guard in the face with his now free hand; snatched the pistol from the holster, jacked the slide with his teeth and shot the second guard before he even took a breath. He tore at the leather straps that bound him to the chair. Sprinting into the hall Snake was on the run for his life again.
Quickly he surveyed the halls. He turned to the left, no sense of going to the right, that lead back to solitary confinement and that was the last place he wanted to be. His heart pounded as he raced toward the end of the hall. Even after all his prior escapes adrenalin still pumped like fury when he was attempting to reach freedom.
He saw the glass doors and didn't stop. He covered his face and dove through them. Snake was already on his feet taking in the surroundings when the glass finally settled on the concrete floor. His eye examined the red light. "Damn!" He mumbled. He knew what the light meant, they were already looking for him.
"Plissken! Stop!" He ignored the voice behind him and took off into a run. He didn't know this end of the prison but the stairwell was promising as he needed to get to a lower level before he could even contemplate jumping from one of the windows. Bullets started to ricochet in the hall as he slammed into the metal door leading to the stairwell. It flew open with a bang as the bullets shattered the small glass window in the door. Snake kept running. He didn't look back, Snake never looked back.
Snake careened down the stairs ejecting the cartridge. "Six shots" that was not good. Slamming the cartridge back into the pistol he threw open the door. His worst nightmare was on the other side, two, maybe three dozen riot police. "Shit!" He yanked the door closed and headed back into the stairwell. The stairs weren't much better as he heard the stampede of boots rushing down toward him.
"Give up Plissken!" the voice came accompanied with a Warbird being shoved into his back. Even Snake knew when he was out gunned. He slowly raised his hands in relent as the remaining police filtered down the stairs. Tossing the pistol to the ground he took a deep breath. "Not this again." He groused internally as he saw one of the officers stepped forward to re-lock the cuffs still dangling from his right wrist. There would be another chance and so he casually lowered his hands so that the shackles could once more be closed.
Snake was a survivor and that meant patience; knowing when to fight and when to give up and wait for a better opportunity. Five minutes later he was back at square one; standing, cuffed in the metal interrogation room. He shook his head in disgust and sat heavily against the wall.
"Nice try, Hot Shot."
Snake didn't look up. He wouldn't give that bastard Robertson the satisfaction of seeing his disappointment.
"So are you ready to tell us who she is, Plissken?"
Snake stared at him angrily. "The name's Snake." He said defiantly before once more ignoring the president. Robertson said something more but Snake began to hum out a song. Robertson just stared at him confused for a moment before he once more began to grow frustrated. Had he known the music he would have had an answer but the song was illegal. One more immoral act on Snake's ever growing list. Snake gave Robertson a pleased smile. It was satisfying when the government's own laws crippled them and though only a minor example it was still enjoyable.
"Stop that!" Robertson demanded but Snake ignored him and continued with the song.
"Do you ever stop spreading corruption and immorality?" The question was serious. Snake stopped humming momentarily. "What?" Snake questioned in his usual annoyingly disinterested tone.
Robertson just shook his head. "Take him back to solitary. I want to know who she is." For Snake this meant one more chance for escape if he was willing to bide his time.
