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July, August, September...

Nine torturous months had Harry and Marv spent in that prison. If it wasn't for his wife to help bust them out, Harry didn't know if they would have had any other spontaneous opportunities to get out. Knowing how to execute this escape had been the most challenging for Harry to plan. Marv had given his input on the plan, but there had been flaws some of his ideas and Harry wasn't willing to risk it. As of now, both men lied on their beds. Harry could hear Marv snoring into his dreams whilst he went over the plan over and over again in his mind. It needed to be as precise as possible and the only that it could happen was that none of them messed up, and that included his wife as well. The last he heard from her was during her last visit in July and his only hope was that she was surviving through these tough couple of months. Damn, even his past had decided to come and haunt him and that was the last thing he needed, let alone explaining his stolen finances to his wife and where they were hidden. He heard Marv turning in his bed and Harry shook his head at how loud it sounded. Taking Marv into consideration and the whole mess that they had gotten into, Marv had no knowledge of the heist and Harry was willing to keep it at that. The only thing that Harry confided Marv in was of those two men that he was acquainted with in his past. However, knowing both of his past comrades they would not be hesitant to kill them both. Harry had been present in these situations before and he knew that they less people knew, the better it was for them but in this case, he didn't have much of a positive outlook especially if they continued to stay in this prison cell. Who knew what else Robert and Ray had planted in this prison or anyone that was willing to carry out the deed. Keeping this superstition in his thoughts was enough to make Harry feel paranoid, though he hid it better than Marv did. With the other inmates having gone to rest and the night shift police guard passing by their cell, Harry got up from his bed and shook Marv by the shoulder.

"Huu-huh?!" Marv jolted awake and Harry's sudden shake.

"Shh!" Harry shushed him before they were heard, "I've been thinking about the plan Marv. Just one week away and we'll be outta here."

Marv rubbed the sleep from his eyes and positioned himself on his arm. "I've been thinking about that too," he said to Harry, "do you think that it'll work?"

Marv had been reluctant about the plan from the start, even if he was going to be the one to start a prison riot. At first, Harry considered himself to be the one to do it but he had a lot of beef with one of the prisoners that the police guard were on high alert if anything was to happen between him and Harry. As for Marv, ever since he had arrived in this jail he had stayed away from any fights or tried his best not to engage in any.

Harry only responded to Marv's inquiry with a nod of his head. "It has to Marv," he said to him, "if you do what we planned. There's a reason why I told her to bring that police outfit and gun. He looked under the bed cot and ensured that the items were still there.

"I still don't know about this Harry," Marv said, "I don't want to..." he swallowed before continuing his sentence, not even wanting to think of the words that were lingering over his head.

"You're not going to die Marv," Harry assured him, "I'll make sure of that."

Upon those words, Marv didn't know whether Harry was delivering a promise or just being optimistic. There was nothing to be optimistic about, especially when one was surrounded by prisoners who had been in this place for years. Suddenly, his mind traveled back to the days before Christmas of last year and how ecstatic Harry was to finally get his hands in that house and look at how it had turned out! Marv vividly remembered that he had been the one to tell Harry that it wasn't a good idea to steal from that house, even with those kids in there and he had only insisted on doing so. Could Marv really trust Harry with his promise, even after they had worked together for years?

"You're hesitating again Marv," Harry pointed out, brining Marv out of his deep thoughts. "If you're scared of this, I can reorganize the whole thing."

Scared? Yes, Marv was truly scared of this whole thing but he wasn't the one to admit to Harry. "No I'm not," he frowned at the other, "I'm just thinking what's going to go down after this. Where will we go? What will we do? We'll be fugitives from the law!"

"Would you lower that voice!" Harry snapped, "we don't want the whole jail to hear. We're going to get the hell out of Chicago, that's what we're going to do. We're gonna go to a place where it will be difficult for them to find us and then hightail it to some foreign country."

Marv remained quiet for a minute and contemplated this in his mind. Running from the law was one thing if there was to do it in the states, but going somewhere else where no one would find them was...if he was to admit it, thrilling. "Like Arizona?"

Harry frowned at the suggested state. Either Marv was sleep deprived or being in this place had started to rot his mind. "You're thinking domestically, Marv. Try again." At least his comrade was a little more enthusiastic about this than before.

"And what will we do with Amy?" Marv then inquired, "will she be coming with us?"

"What's your concern with my wife anyway?" Harry asked, "you got a crush on her or something?"

Marv was taken aback by Harry's sudden accusation and immediately shook his head. "Harry I would never. I hope you're kidding!" When no response came out of him, Marv knew that unpredictable behavior was going to erupt out of him.

After an uncomfortable silence between them, Harry pulled away from Marv and said, "get some sleep Marv, we're both gonna need it."