Part Two

Marv gasped as he saw the boy drop to the wet floor, unconscious. Harry brought back a foot to kick the boy in the gut, "I'll show this little runt not to mess-"

Marv intervened, holding up his gloved hands, "Hey, hey! Harry, calm down!"

"Why should I!?" Harry yelled, resting his foot, "He burnt off my frigging head, the creep! He deserves everything and more done right back at him!"

"W-We'll be on death row if we murder a kid!" Marv cried, rubbing a shaky hand down his neck, "I can't even fester the thought of time, let alone being executed."

"Oh, you scared, Marv?" Harry crossed his arms, "Always thinking of others, huh?" Harry scanned Marv, noticing all of his injuries, "The kid probably gave you a concussion, infected feet, and who knows what kind of fractures from that hit to the wall."

"It's not a good idea," Marv protested, "I said we shouldn't go out the window."

"What?"

"-But you said let's do it," he said.

"Ya point?"

Marv huffed, "I'm the only one thinking things through here!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah!" Marv shouted, "I even said we shouldn't have come tonight."

"You don't understand how badly I wanted that house," Harry pointed towards the direction of the house, even though they couldn't see it from where they stood. "I've lived in the Chicago metro area longer than you. I've seen a lot of suburban houses, all beautiful. You don't realize how that one right there compares to all the other houses. It's different, it's old money – not gaudy."

Marv was silent.

"You just don't want the guilt hanging over you?" Harry rhetorically asked, shaking his head, "From the guy who likes to flood houses for the sake of leaving a calling card."

"Okay, fine," Marv admitted, "I don't want to kill a kid, even if he deserves it. Hurt him, okay, but murder is something I just don't want to do."

"I knew it."

"But… we can't leave him here," Marv gulped.

"He knows what kind of van we use, he knows what we look like," Harry listed, while looking down at the McAllister boy, "He knows our names, since we shouted it all the time."

"Just think," Marv smirked, "If we could contact his parents, when they get back from whatever fancy hotel they're staying in, we could get a hefty ransom."

"Right," Harry said, "And reveal our identities. Good thinking."

"It was just a suggestion."

"Whatever," Harry turned to walk out the front door. He turned back around, extending his arms, "Wait a sec. The house across the street is still empty, and with that kid down for the count, there's no way he's orchestrating any traps."

"So?"

Harry exasperated, collapsing his arms, "So, Marv, we can still take what's inside the Silver Tuna. He hadn't called the police, so we have all night."

Marv smiled, "Great." He looked down at Kevin, as Harry started to exit, "Uh, what do we do with him."

Harry turned back, "Huh?"

"The kid?"

"I'll bring the van to the Murphy's driveway," Harry said, "Find something to tie him up with and put him in the back. We'll figure something out later, let's just focus on the house for now."