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He pulled the car to a stop and reached for the satchel containing the diamonds, making a noise similar to that in which a teenager who didn't get their own way would make, before climbing out of the seat. Ditching the vehicle was part of the plan, now all he had to do was walk the eleven blocks back to Paul's house. His footsteps echoed as he strode down the narrow lane towards the main road, and already he was regretting parking this far away due to the discomfort his shoes were causing.

How did the whole plan get that out of hand, something so perfectly organised?

He contemplated the events that had occurred earlier in the day and was stumped. There was no way that Mr. Blonde was the rat, as he had said to Larry, the psycho was too homicidal. Mr White? No way, he and Joe went back too far in the business together, there is no way he sold him out. Brown, Blue? Possibly, but who really knows, can't ask them now they're both dead. Then there was Joe and Eddie, he didn't want to believe they would ever set up their own men, but the way that the pinned the blame on Mr. Orange.

Gut instinct? Nah, I don't buy it.

Orange seemed like a good kid, he took a bullet, he was dying. If he were the cop would he have waited to be found? Hell no, he would have called his people to come and get him for sure. No sane person is going to sit back for that long and let themselves die.

He had no idea, no rational explanation for what happened, but whatever had happened, he believed that the two men he was returning to had nothing to do with it.

How was he going to explain? How was he going to tell Larry that he was a cop? He lay there in silence while a young man unknown to him wrapped his wounds, brooding over the questions he presented himself.

"How'd you get shot?"

The unexpected question offered him with the vision of the woman in the car. Immediately he felt a pang of guilt strike him, she had a baby. He didn't want to have to hurt anyone but as soon as he felt the impact from her gun he had to pull his own, it was instinct.

"I got shot trying to hijack a car, our day didn't really go as planned"

"I can tell, what's your name?"

He almost said Freddy before stopping himself.

"My name is Mr. Orange"

"Mr. Orange, Mr. White and Mr. Pink huh? What are they like code names?"

"We weren't supposed to reveal our real names"

"I can respect that" He reached out a hand to shake "My name's Paul, but you can call me Mr. Purple"

He snorted at the joke. "Mr. Pink wanted to be Mr. Purple, don't tell him he might get bitter"

They both chuckled, and a third voice joined in. He didn't know how long Larry had been awake, but was glad to hear him share laughter.

"Did you tell Paul why he was called Mr. Pink?"

Freddy leaned over the side of the bed and saw Mr. White's eyes were still closed, but a large grin covered his face.

"Don't think about uttering another fucking word. I just walked eleven blocks for you assholes, I got blisters and everything, ok. Not to mention the fact I was carrying a bag of fucking stolen diamonds down a busy street."

They all turned to face him shocked.

"Mr. Pink?!"

"Don't 'Mr. Pink' me you little prick"

Every single person in the room fell silent for a moment. Why the hell would Mr. Pink come back?

"Why did you come back, weren't you trying to get out of town?"

Mr. Whites question caused Mr. Pink to raise his eyebrows. "I was, but the place is crawling with cops, I don't think I would have ever made it out of the city, I reckon they would have had the entire thing blocked off"

"Oh yeah, or was the real answer that you got guilty?"

"You wish, I'm just looking out for myself here ok, you two…" He gestured towards both of the men that had been injured "don't mean shit to me. But since I came back I figured you both might as well get your share of the loot."

Freddy felt gratified, Mr. Pink had a soft spot that he was sure never existed, and from where he was seated he could tell that Mr. White was thinking the exact same thing.

"Well Mr. Pink, whatever your reasons are for coming back, I must say I'm happy to see you"

"Yeah yeah, cut the crap both of you and go to fucking sleep. You look horrible."

With that he left the room and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. Mr. White just huffed and laid back down on his bed, it was a strange moment…Pink came back. Was it really guilt, like Larry had said? He followed Larry's actions and made himself comfortable also, he knew that he looked terrible, he had to. He felt completely hollow still, as he had earlier when he was nearly drained of life in the warehouse.

The warehouse.

For a moment he had pushed that thought to the back of his mind, but it was slowly creeping back. He would eventually have to tell Mr. White and Mr Pink who he really was, but how, how could he do that to them? They trusted him now, and he almost felt a brotherly connection with them both. It was silly to even think that, but the more he thought about it, the weeks leading up to the robbery had made him feel that there were people who cared about him. Mr. White had watched over him, so much that he took the life of an old friend in attempt to keep him safe; and Mr. Pink…well he had just returned with diamonds that could have made him rich, so that he could split the money between the three of them.

He hadn't felt that good, that well in a long time. He turned the ring on his finger as he closed his eyes, maybe he didn't have to tell them at all?