A day had passed in that cell thinking about her and all the things that could have been if he was someone else. He couldn't get his mind off his boy. He wondered what his first word was and where he took his first steps. The USPF had always killed people to destroy him. Now it seemed letting them live had the same effect. The night wore on and Snake was glad when they came to sedate him.
For once he didn't fight them when they came in. He stared blankly from the numb cold he couldn't shake. The needle still bothered him but he didn't flinch or back away. He wanted the silence of sedation no matter where he woke up, if he woke up.
The long deep sleep had come and gone when Plissken discovered the jostling feeling he was all too familiar with. He brought himself up to sit on the edge of the metal bench. Instinctively he rubbed his eye to rid himself of the queasy exhaustion sedation left behind. There was an odd sensation as he fully woke up. Something was off for being in the back of a truck.
Plissken stared at his wrists. There were no cuffs. His mind took some time to comprehend how that had happened. Worry boiled up in Snake's mind but there was no sense in wasting the chance his son no doubt gave him. Clarity came finally and one more realization. His guns were in his holsters. That certainly made the day a while lot better.
Holding the walls Snake stood and made his way to the back doors. It took jimmying and the removal of a few screws to open the door. He was blinded by the sun but could see enough to know they weren't going all that fast. Still it was more than likely too fast to jump from the back without a high risk of injury. His eye was adjusting slowly but he could see trees along the road, not houses.
There was no way to tell how many blackbellies were up front or if there were other trucks. Though he doubted they would put his last in a convoy. Even with that knowledge he was still uneasy. What had to be done, had to be done. Snake shoved the door wide and it banged against the outside of the truck before coming back around. A second push and slam then the truck began to slow. Snake poised himself watching the yellow line passing slower and slower beside the truck.
The moment he could he jumped from the truck and took off. He didn't look back or stop. He knew that would be death, especially when the bullets started flying. Plissken pushed his body to the very limits as he careened through the woods. He didn't know how long he'd run when he came to the highway. It didn't matter because he was free. Plissken slumped down in the shrubs to catch his breath. The sweat streaming down his face didn't do anything against the chill.
Now that he could see the sky the sun was in the afternoon position, five or so. Snake shoved his hands in his coat pockets to warm up until he could get up again. Plissken's hand hit paper and he slowly drew it out.
"Where the hell?" Snake gasped the words and wiped his eye before unfolding it. What he saw was a map of Nevada. Snake held it up and studied it. There had to be a reason for it being there in his pocket. Plissken relaxed as he perused it carefully front and back. His son had to have put it there for a reason.