Six months pass by faster than Barry expects, him and Hal are in their cell talking when a guard walk in. "Really? You in the Air Force? I don't buy it." Barry scoffs in disbelief at what Hal told him. "Nah it's true I even got to fly a few planes before I got kicked, that's why I stole one to get the rush back before I got shot down here." Hal tells him relaxing behind Barry on the bed. "Sounds like you really love airplanes." Barry relaxes on Hal, letting the man gush about his past. "Oh trust me when we get out I'll take you flying so you can see why I love it so much." The familiar scream of their cell door pulls the two out of the moment. "Allen you're free to go." The officer stands in the hallway waiting for Barry to leave the cell. "Oh, I didn't even realize... well bye Hal I'll see you when ever you get out." Barry gets up and stretches. "Hey I'll call you later, and you better come visit me some time." Hal rolls off the bed and gives him a hug. "Will do, see ya later." Barry walks to the door and waves goodbye to Hal, the officer closes the cell and begins to lead Barry to his things.
Barry is given his old clothes and belongings which wasn't much. He changes into skinny jeans that hug his legs tighter than he remembers and a T-shirt with logo for a band he likes. He finally pulls on his red plaid jacket and hands the officer his prison scrubs. "Done? Good, a man is out front waiting for you." The officer leads him past the fence, Barry can see Henry glaring at him. "What's wrong Darryl? You still mad at me?" Barry teases him, only to get a harsher glare. "Get in." Barry rolls his eyes but obeys. Darryl starts up the truck without another word to him. "Yep, still mad..." Barry comment looking out the window to the upcoming bridge connecting the prison to the mainland.
A officer working at the bridge lowers it for them to leave. "I'm not mad, just disappointed." Darryl nearly whispers. "If you think I care then you're wrong." Barry grumbles. "Look, I know we're not on good terms right now but can we restart?" Darryl's voice weak, like he's going to cry. "What do you mean? Restart what?" Barry stares at Darryl, he never heard the man cry. "Our relationship. I don't want to put you back in prison, or have you hate me. So can we start over?" Darryl is griping the steering wheel like it's the one thing keeping him from crying. "Sure I guess, but I'm not promising anything." Barry fakes a smile, one of the things he got good at in prison. "Thank you, now how about we get you some food, how's big belly burger sound." "Like a dream, I've been dying for some real food."
Barry plays nice until his parole is done. He moves out of Darryl's house but still gets visits from him. Darryl brings him food and Barry doesn't complain. Barry masquerades as a normal gas station employee but his real job is strictly criminal. He took the tips he learned in prison and kept contacts with a few big bosses. He tries to steal from criminals for criminals but the occasional rich idiot catches his attention. Once Hal is free, Barry let's him stay in his apartment as long as he helps pay rent. Hal help Barry mainly by talking to his clients or keeping an eye out. Hal eventually gets him a job he'd never forget.
Hal sits on the couch talking to one of their clients while Barry makes them coffee. "So you want us to get you a special flash drive from STAR labs? You know we usually don't take jobs like these right?" Hal questions the woman sitting next to him. "Yes, I know but trust me it'll be worthwhile for both of you." Barry sets a two cups of coffee in front of them. "How much we talking?" Barry asks the woman. "How's one million sounds? Oh and half upfront so here." She places five stacks of money on the table. Hal and Barry blink then stare at the women wondering how she got this money. "Do we have a deal?" She asks in mock innocents. "Deal!" Both the men say in unison. "Pleasure doing business with you." The woman shakes both their hand. "Pleasure's all ours miss, let me show you out." Hal leads the women quickly turns back to Barry after he made sure the women left. "Let's get start." Barry nods his head. "It's got to be full proof, no mistakes or side tracking." "That's gonna be tough think we can do it?" Hal scratches his neck nervously. "We better..."
They start to watch STAR labs, and begin to map out the place before they even attempt to steal from such a company. Barry taps into the security cameras, something he learnt after a few jobs went south. Hal researches employees trying to find out if anyone is extremely dangerous. After a week of this they make the plan. At around nine pm Barry dresses into a light gray skin tight suit, leather gloves, soft shoes, an ear peace, and finally night vision goggles. "Still say pure white would've been better because of the white walls." Hal comment from the front seat of their car. "It should be dark so light gray is the better option." Barry tells him. "Whatever, just be fast cuz it's about to storm." Hal looks through the window its raining pretty hard, but this was the only day with little security and little workers. "Look who's talking about speed, slow poke." Barry jokes. "Ya ya, now get going."
Barry leaves the car and makes his way up the fire escape to the roof. The rain starts to soak into his clothes and hair but Barry doesn't care. Barry looks into the sun roof and spots the flash drive locked up in a glass case on the wall. Barry pulls the the window open after tying a rope a round to a vent leading into the building. Lowering himself down into the building, Barry looks around finding shelves full of chemicals, technology, no guards, a camera that was now looping footage from the last hour. Once down he dashes for the glass case with the drive. It doesn't take him long to unlock it since it's just a normal key lock. Snatching the drive he rushes for the rope eager to leave.
He grabs the rope right before hearing the loudest crack of thunder in his life, the room shakes slightly. Barry shakes his head before fear can get to him and begins climbing. Sadly he doesn't get far before he feels the most intense pain imaginable, it feels like everything's in slow motion then. He sees the chemicals on the shelves explode and fall on him as he sees his arms burst open. He falls to the ground wanting to scream, but his mouth doesn't move. The lightning stops, leaving him in a pool of blood and chemicals. An image of his mother after what his father did to her comes to his mind, he feels as helpless as she must've felt then. He tries to move but only manages to lift his head before everything goes black.