Two Against Two (AU Fic) (Revised) (Sequel Posted)

by CrimsonCommander688

Summary: Kevin's estranged sister, Christine, is made aware of her brother being left home alone by one of the neighbors. Now, Christine must return home and take care of her brother, until her parents return. How will Kevin react, when he meets the elder sister he's never had? Will Christine let the past go and make peace with her parents, if they survive the Wet Bandits?

13. Chapter 13

Two Against Two

Chapter 13

December 22, 1990-5:30 P.M. CST

(Harry's PoV:)

A few hours have passed, since Marv and I's attempt to break in at 671 Lincoln Blvd.. We are currently eating dinner at this rundown truck stop right off Interstate 94, right on the outskirts of Winnetka. I'm in the middle of thinking about the 671 job and why things suddenly went wrong.

"Nickel for your thoughts, Harry?"

"It's 'a penny for your thoughts', you blockhead," I correct, feeling annoyed from eating this cheap diner slop. I take a bite of the aforementioned slop, before answering Marv's question, "I just was thinking about what went wrong with the 671 job earlier this morning. I mean, the timing was awfully suspicious, about one of the family member's car alarm suddenly going off after we started working on the door to get inside the house." I say, keeping my voice low.

Marv places a finger on his chin, as if he is thinking. "Maybe the noise from us banging against the door set off the alarm. I heard those alarms are so sensitive, that a small hunk of white bird shit can set one off,"

I just look at Marv, in disbelief, as I feel a small urge to vomit. "That's disgusting, Marv,"

"What?" he responds back, with that goofy cross-eyed look of his.

"I mean, is it fucking necessary for you to be so descriptive with the disgusting imagery; especially when I'm eating this diner slop in front of me?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.

I notice the waitress that served us is now glaring at me; she must have overheard me calling the food on my plate slop. I flip her the bird, once her back is turned. "Crabby old bitch…" I mutter under my breath. "Let's go, Marv. I just lost my appetite,"

Marv and I leave the diner and head for the van. "Where are we going?" he asks.

"We're going home, because I'm tired. Tomorrow, we're going back to 671, because I feel something isn't right about what happened earlier today, and I intend to find out why," I tell him, once we're in the van, where no one can overhear us.

"You sure that's a good idea, Harry?" I smack Marv at the back of the head. "Ow! What the hell was that for, Harry?!" he asks, rubbing the back of his head.

"First, for being disgusting and ruining my dinner. Second, for questioning my judgment, when I'm the brains of this operation. And, lastly, for speaking loud enough in the diner, where everyone can hear about our botched job attempt. I don't want to have to do something to you I will regret later, because we've been the best of friends for a very long time.

We're almost like brothers, and I don't want to lose you, if it can be avoided. But, if I feel like you're becoming a hindrance in with this operation…" I click my gun. "Because, nothing is going to stop me from reaching my goals, and that includes you, Marvin," I point a finger at him, hopefully getting the point across.

I pull the van out of the diner's parking lot and head for the Southbound interchange, driving away from Winnetka, towards the slums of South Chicago. "Never eating at this choke and puke ever again." I take a final glance at the diner that is fading off into the distance, as the van barrels down the road…

END