The Unjust Duo

"Where are we going to go next Jim?" wonders Billy with the realization that staying in one spot means they will certainly be discovered. "We need to keep moving or-"
"Don't worry about it Billy. I know what I'm doing; I got us out didn't I?" Exclaims Jim, the brains of the two fugitive men.

Jim and Billy had made a daring break from the prison where they were being held for a string of tyrannous break-ins combined with a several charges of battery assault. Being on the run for nearly 2 days now, the two menacing men have grown tired of running and have stopped to hide in a dimly lit, abandoned building.

Billy peered innocently over at Jim, "If we are staying here for the night, do y'figure that we could light us up a fire to stay warm?"
"Fire would give off way too much light Billy. God damn," proclaimed Jim with an iron and commanding voice, " we might as well turn ourself in!"
"Oh...I'm sorry Jim. Guess I wasn't really thinkin' too hard about the consequences."
"You rarely do. But that's why I am the brains of our little masquerade."
Billy shut up. He knew that Jim was the one who planned the minor heists. Thinking back on all the crimes they have committed, Billy smirks, " We sure did have some good times, with the break-ins and beat downs I mean. Eh Jim?" Jim knew what he meant. It's the adrenaline that rushes through his veins that makes him want to do the horrible things that he does.
After being silent for a moment, Jim weakly whispered, " Ya, if only that woman didn't die. That wasn't part of the plan. We would be high rollers if it wasn't for that. It wasn't part of the plan." Jim's head shrunk down.
"Not your fault Jim," remarked Billy, " you couldn't have known that she would fall down the stairs like that. Not anyone would have known."
Jim, being a minute bit reassured whimpered,"You're right. Bitch had it coming."
Right as he finished his sentence, siren lights shined through the broken windows. Jim and Billy's hearts suddenly skipped a beat.