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       Ave McCoy looked up at the thin brush of ferns peeking out from the thick brown mud. He stomped with every step, making sure nothing was lurking beneath the surface of the foggy marsh. Nobody in particular had led Ave here. It was more of a note, left on his desk when he arrived at work in the morning. "Meet me at Le' Dreavoles Nature Preserve. I have a job for you." The was much more to the note; a time, a date. But they were unimportant. The taste of yellow mustard was just beginning to fade from his lips. Ave never went out on an empty stomach, and food made him think straight. He cocked his head at the swoosh of the mud about twenty yards ahead of him.He pulled the hammer of his .39 calibur magnum and averted his eyes in front of him. He traversed all around him, making sure it wasn't a trap.Avery had emigrated to France from the U.S. after a total job failure. He had been passed around from city to city, unable to find any work. Luckily, he was able to get some French clients on the phone, so he packed his bags, and opened up McCoy Investigational Services right on the cusp of the citie's gangland. He recieved normal clients almost every day, but he was never very fond of anonymous messages.He stroked his thick stubbled and returned to his search. Another swoosh. This time, he aimed on his target more intently.Whatever it was could have been standing next to him and he wouldn't have noticed with this thick fog.Ave sprinted forward; a desperate dash to subdue this mysterious assailant.Ave saw the figure clearly and leaped forward, only to catch a faceful of dirt.

" ****." he murmured to himself, as he saw the figure dash off. He pulled out his gun and fired, hearing a low grunt and a splash. He walked briskly to the fallen person, and looked over the muddy body.

"You shot me." he groaned with a French twist in his speech.

Ave laughed. "You left me a note. What do you want?"

He groaned again. "Yes. I'm looking for a man.A man who was evaded the police for months. He was committed several crimes against society, and he must be stopped at all costs. His name is Voss van Deavult." The name struck Ave like a ton of bricks. Voss van Deavult was arguably the most dangerous man alive. 

Keyword: detective mystery Ave Mccoy Nate Stanford

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Posted by brett 2008-03-15 20:22:21 .... Good start, you have my attention. I seldom read multi-episode stories as some never get finished, or some deteriorate, all the effort being put into the 1st page, or after all the reading, the ending is weak or disappointing. I'm giving you th benefit of the doubt - don't let me down. + Report this comment
Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-03-15 22:54:00 i liked the mystery, but have to ask... why did he shoot the guy that left the note? just sheer paranoia? + Report this comment
Posted by nick711 2008-03-16 08:06:04 .... yeah. it was my own fault i didn't elaborate that on the story. plus, he was still questioning that it may be a trap. + Report this comment

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