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Marv hated doing laundry. Then again, he hated doing any chore that was given to him ever since he had been moved to the jail cell with Harry. The bandit had even surprised himself after he had lunged towards an inmate and had given him a good punch, enough to give him a bloody nose. He would rarely think this but he was grateful of the fact that a police officer stepped in and pulled them apart before it had gotten more brutal. That was how it was going to be around here, he had thought. There would be no allies, aside from Harry, but only enemies and he knew that he needed to watch his back for this inmate that he had punched.

Being cooped up in a place with only rowdy men and a terrible aroma could drive anyone crazy and Marv was usually the one who would step back from a fight. But something had just snapped within him when that inmate chose to harass him. He wouldn't forget the expression on Harry's face which was both a mixture of surprise but one where he believed that he inmate had it coming.

Now that his chores were over, Marv had been transported back to his cell before dinnertime. He didn't care that he had his privileges taken from him, just as long as he didn't have to face that inmate. The bandit crashed into the top bunk bed and pulled the covers over him as he tried to keep out the light in the room. All he wanted to do was sleep and escape in a land of dreams where he didn't have to worry about anything. No arrests, no cops, no burglaries, and certainly no little brats to stop him. Just as he was finally having some peaceful moments to himself, it didn't last long enough when the door of the cell slid open and Harry walked inside.

Marv adjusted his position to his side and rose his head when he took notice of Harry, his hair standing on end. "Hey," was all he could say at the moment for a greeting.

Harry glanced over his left shoulder, only to make sure that the police officer that had escorted him was out of sight. It would be punishment for him if he was caught smuggling Amy's letters without them knowing about it. "Amy came to visit," he whispered to Marv.

The man's eyes widened at that detail as he threw the covers off him and landed next to Harry. "What? How was she?" he asked him.

Harry slightly frowned at that question. He knew that Marv's intentions were only as a friend but he couldn't help feeling that slight pang of jealousy. "She looked a bit...tired I should say."

"Why?" the other inquired.

Harry glanced down at the letters that were in his hands. "She gave me these," he said as he sat down on the bed, doing his best to hide the letters from the view as Marv sat next to him. He ran his thumb through the envelope and pulled out the letter that was inside.

Harry. I would have written to you sooner, have I not been angry with you but I just couldn't keep this to myself anymore. The night when you and Marv got arrested, I was paid a visit by these two men who claim to know you. They were disguised as police officers and asked me if I knew of your whereabouts. Oh, how angry I was to find out that you two had been lying to me and going behind my back!

Marv breathed in through his teeth when he noticed the angry scrawl on the paper. "She seems very angry."

Harry shook his head upon that. Amy was the type of woman who would get angry, not speak to him for a while, and then speak to him again, though he didn't dwell too much on the fact that Amy was upset with him. There were two names that suddenly caught his attention.

I wish I can say that's in the past...and I wish to forget it but I just can't. Though I need to hurry writing this before they find out what I am telling you. These two men, they call themselves Ray and Robert and they told me a little bit that they knew who you were. I am trying my best to remember what they said...it will come to me eventually. I feel unsafe with them in my own home. Can you believe it? One place that's supposed to be safe for anyone is their own home and I am here playing host for these two! I will try to find out as much as I can...and I know that I need to be careful.

Take care of yourself in there Harry...I am angry with you, but I will never forget you.

That was one letter...and a couple more to go. "Here," Harry said as he split up the letters between him and Marv. He needed to use all the time that they had before anyone discovered these letters. "You read half of these and I'll read the others. We need to find out as much as we can before dinnertime."

Marv nodded his head as he scrambled with the letters, some of them falling on the floor but he was quick to catch them. He tore open one of the envelopes and his eyes began to scan through them.

Every night that passes by, I realize how much I miss you having you by my side. Your warmth beside me on the bed that we share, your unpredictable yet hilarious grumpy mood to your gently touch-

Marv cleared his throat. "I uh, think this was for you," he said as he held the letter towards Harry. He could feel a blush rising to his cheeks and slight sweat on his forehead. Who knew that Harry's wife could be such a poet?

Harry took the letter from him and read through it. "Hmph," he huffed at what he read, though that didn't mean that he didn't appreciate it. "Hope you didn't read anymore than you should have."

"What? No!" Marv exclaimed. "L-Let's move on," he stuttered only for Harry to give him a devilish grin.

Harry placed the letters back inside their proper envelopes before he took out another one.

I only hope I can survive these two men while I'm alone. I try to keep myself out of their way but they always find a way to belittle me and use me for information as much as they can. Just one day...and I know I shouldn't write this, I know you might get upset but I have to...I got so angry with Ray that I talked back to him. He was so cruel. He grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall and he wouldn't let go! I thought he was going to finish me until Robert told him to let me go. I don't know who scares me more. Ray or Robert with his unpredictable temper? I just wish I had someone to help me get through this but writing my whereabouts and knowing that I will be able to give these to you, gives me some closure...but please think about it before you act upon it.

After reading this letter and knowing what these men had been doing to his wife made Harry's blood boil. He clutched tightly onto the paper, causing it to crinkle on the sides. He was the one that they needed to deal with, not his wife! Was this their plan to get him all fired up so they could easily take him out? Harry was aware that they knew of his temper but that was many years ago. He would steal lash out, but there were times when he would remain calm and try to act logically as opposed to just whipping out his weapon and shooting whomever passed by.

"Uh Harry," Marv said as he handed him a letter, "you might want to read this."

"Another one of Amy's fantasies?" the bandit smirked as he looked at the other.

"No," Marv shook his head, "it's what she overheard."

I am under the suspicion that these two think I am stupid. I am trying to keep it that way, hoping that it wouldn't arise any suspicion...but I did overhear them speaking of something that upset me. Ray is planning to have you and Marv both...God I can't even write the word!

Harry could see that the 'w' was slightly smudged.

It's just too horrible! Their plan is to interrogate you for information. I don't know what that information would be, I am still trying to overhear as much as I can. I suppose that either you or Marv know about it? After that interrogation...I just can't write it!

Harry looked up from the letter and over to Marv after he finished the last of Amy's frantic words that she had written. "I am sure you know what's going to happen to us if we continue to stay here right?"

Marv remained silent for a beat. Even though he was a bit dim, he knew what was going to happen...and he didn't want that to happen. "Yeah," he finally answered Harry with a nod of his head. "What are we going to do?"

"What we can do," Harry said as he pulled out a pen from behind his pillow. Sometimes being a stealthy bandit had it's advantages. "We will write to Amy...and she is going to help us break out of here."