Marchy sat in a chair across from Hatter. He wore big glasses and a gray wig atop his brown curls. He looked just like an old lady.
"So Auntie, how are you?" Hatter said, propping his head up with his hand.
Marchy mouthed 'it's all set, buddy' then spoke in his old woman voice.
"Oh, I'm fine, Hatty. My leg's acting up, but I'm still doin' good."
"That's good, Auntie," said Hatter with a thumbs-up.
The two grinned at each other. The plan was going to work, if all went well. All Hatter had to do was run and get in Marchy's van.
"Oh, Hatty, I brought your cousin. He's out in the van. He says 'Hello, Hatty, I like cheese.'"
Hatter's face contorted with anger. His fists balled up and his eyes shot daggers at his best friend.
"You brought him?" hissed Hatter.
"Well, I didn't know he was there until I couldn't turn," whispered Marchy, losing all traces of a granny voice. He now sounded more like a twenty-year-old. "He almost gave me a heart attack when he jumped up and said 'Hey, Marchy! Where're we going?'"
Hatter gave a humorless chuckle. "Sounds just like that little bitch."
A Guard snatched Hatter up from his chair.
"Time to go, Rapetarget," the Guard growled.
The nineteen-year-old went quietly, getting a wink from Marchy. Hatter didn't wink back, but traded it in for flipping him the bird. Oh, good times. He was flung headfirst into his cell with a yelp.
"Hurry up, Marchy," he mumbled as he leaned up against the bars of his cell door.
BOOM! An explosion of the wall.
Hatter ran.
