Snake watched Hauk nursing the drink. Something was wrong but Plissken didn't care enough to ask. The man was his enemy a few days ago and God only knew it took longer then that to forgive someone for loading your neck up with explosives.
"Did you really see him?" Hauk questioned without looking up from his drink.
Snake threw him a dirty look. "I told you I did."
"Good to know Jerry's doing good." Hauk commented.
Snake flinched as he remembered the hand falling to the ground. It was Hauk's boy's hand. Plissken quivered with the knowledge but kept up the lies.
"He'll be fine. Even more so now that the Duke's gone." Plissken was piling the bullshit deeper but he needed Hauk to shut up about it.
"Probably right, Plissken." Hauk smiled and looked up finishing off his drink.
Snake couldn't look at him. Snake and Hauk were barely friends, more tenuous enemies. The friendship was solely based on the enemy of your enemy is your friend. Both men understood that but Snake still felt bile rise in his throat every time he talked about Jerry.
"Maybe they'll shut that Godforsaken place down."
Snake nodded and stood up. "Jerry's liable to be dead before that happens but at least you know he isn't suffering in there."
Snake was close to admitting that Jerry was dead. Hauk didn't catch on and went on through his delusion.
"Knowing he's safe is good enough." Hauk stood up and looked at Snake. "Where to now?"
"South." Plissken commented tossing a few blue backs on the bar. "Still got a chance to get Cronenberg."