You open your eyes to see a guard at the door. “Hey Fred”, you say recognizing the guard. “Get up Mark and pack up your effects, you’re leaving”, he says. You stand up and begin packing your stuff even though you’re confused and ask, “I’m I being transferred or something”. “Nope, you’re going home”, Fred answers. You stand there frozen with shock. “What do you mean I’m going home”, you ask. “It means just that, you’re going home, you’re free”, he responds.
You’re sure it must be some kind of mistake, but don’t care. Even if it means you’re only free for a few days it’ll be worth it. You quickly gather up your personal belongings remembering to grab the card before you leave. Fred takes you over to processing and an hour and a cab ride later you’re a free man walking the streets. You take a deep breath of fresh air free from the stale air of prison life. You also smell food cooking at a nearby restaurant and hear noise coming from a strip club. “Two things I have missed the most. Women and good food if I only had some money”, you say out loud. You reach in you pockets, but only find lint. Just then an armored car rolls by, hits a bump, the back door pops open, and a bag of cash falls literally at your feet. You stand there stunned by what just happened, but quickly recover and grab up the bag looking around as you do.
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