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Avery McCoy- Chapter 2: The Message


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Written by Nate Stanford   
Saturday, 15 March 2008
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     It was a slow and uneventful day at McCoy's Investigational Services. There was another note in the morning, however. He hadn't heard much about Voss van Devult from the man at the marsh. In the note, however the man had left him an envelope with ten thousand US dollars encased in it. He had no conditions, no preferences. He just wanted Devult dead. Avery had never acted as a hitman, though he had killed a fair share of criminals. Just as he thought he should close up early, Ave heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. McCoy?" It was a woman at the door. How odd...Ave thought.

"Yes...come in." Ave replied, giving himself just enough time to straighten up his tie. She entered gracefully, but seemed fazed by the musty smell of the office. Avery lit his cigarette and took a long drag off of it, releasing that sweet smoke into the air around him.

"How can I help you, Ms.?" he asked her politely, swatting away the smoke with his right hand.

"I have a warning for you." she replied timidly. She pulled a crumpled up piece of paper out from the pockets of her radiant red jacket.

"Whats your name?" Ave asked the woman before she got a chance to read the message.

"Helene. My last name shall remain a secret, if you don't mind." she responded with a smile as she unfolded the note. Avery laughed.

"It's my policy to know as much about the client as possible, Helene." he further tried to stop her from reading the note. It was obviously something bad, and Avery hated bad news.

"Well, I'll tell you now that I know a man like you knows how to do a girl a favor." she answered with a chuckle. She placed the note on his desk gingerly and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Before Avery could open his mouth, she left the room; the sweet smell of perfume lingering in the air for a few sweet seconds, until it dissapated into the smoke. He took another drag and put on his glasses.



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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump
2008-03-15 23:26:26
still hanging in there!

keep writing tham and i'll keep reading them.
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