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      Avery kept pushing Helene away, but she was so goddamn irresistable. It felt like three hours of Ave's constant pushing, but Helene wouldn't give up. Ave eventually agreed to have sex with her, and they did for nearly an hour. As soon as they were done, however, Ave pushed her out of the building, got dressed, and sprinted out, making sure to lock the door behind him. Ave drove to the train station and bought a ticket for the next 40 minutes.

       Avery waited at the terminal impatiently, boarding the train as soon as it arrived, a quarter past five. Amazingly, he got his gun past customs, flashing them his federal officer badge quickly when they noticed it. They gave him no hardship. Ave curved through other people to get to an open booth. He sat down quickly and pulled out a newspaper. The train ride should only take about two hours, Ave thought to himself, Hopefully Ray can remain safe for two goddamn hours. ******* idiot...calling me. Avery cursed under his breath. He would have no more leads to Voss if Ray was killed, he would have to find a completely new person, who may not even know as much as Mr. Breinbache. Helene. She had to be related to Devult somehow.

       The train shook, startling Avery. He looked around. His eyes caught on to a man speaking into a walkie-talkie with his hand in his pocket. The man looked at Avery, then quickly bolt through the aisle to the other train car. Oh ****. This can't be good. Devult's guys actually made it onto the goddamn train. Avery pulled out a Colt .45 from his ankle holster and loaded it quickly and quietly, careful not to startle anybody else. Avery ducked down, and sped to the next car, gun in hand.

        He kicked the door open and traversed around, looking for any signs of suspiciousness. Most of the riders ducked, but what looked like twelve of them stood up. It was a trap!

"So you're Devult's guys."  Ave called to them from across the car.

"Drop your gun, and we'll think about letting you live." one called back. He looked like the toughest one.

"No chance." with a nice shot, Avery leaped and fired at one of them, sprays of blood blasting from his chest. Ave rolled and stood back up, shooting one of the scrawnier ones square in the forehead. He sank to the ground, dead. A shot whizzed past Ave, skinning his cheek. Blood leaked down and dripped off of his chin. Avery ran up and shot another one, this one in the leg, before grabbing him and using him as a human shield. When the other men stopped fighting, Ave shot one of them then twirled his shield around and ducked behind a seat. They peppered one of their own. There was a man and a woman cowering next to Avery.

"Don't worry about this, ma'am. I do this for a living." Avery jumped up and shot one more of them- only three left. Loose cotton floated through the air from the backs of the seats. One scrambled up to Ave's position and looked around, Ave shot him straight through the head; the man didn't even know what hit him. Ave stood up and traversed, he saw a shuddering shoulder sticking out from behind a chair, and rushed to it. He rolled and peppered the hiding cronie, one left. Avery looked around, suddenly a sharp pain evolved in his back. He looked and saw blood leaking from the side of his stomach. Avery grimaced and fell down, the last henchman looking over him like a farmer who caught a rabbit in his field, and a smirk shot across the man's face. Soon after, it all went black.

Keyword: detective story adventure ave mccoy avery stanford nate

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