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Avery McCoy- Chapter 7- The Acquaintance This story may contain adult content. |
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| Written by Nate Stanford | |
| Tuesday, 01 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      Avery climbed back into the window and spotted a security camera in the corner of the room. "Damn." Ave muttered to himself. Ave spun to the ground and stayed out of sight from the occilating camera. He crept up to it and quickly cracked the lens with a judo chop and pulled the whole machine from the wall. "Thats a little better." Avery thought. He crept over to the desk and pulled a Colt .45 from the drawer. 'Too easy', he thought. Ave shot the window in the door to the office. He reached his hand through and undid the lock blindly. In an act of desperation, he dove through the shattered window and looked up; the length of the hall dwarfing him. Nobody had reached him yet but the entire office was on red alert. There was a voice through the loudspeaker telling the security guards to investigate the twenty-ninth floor. Well, now he had a general idea of where he was. He heard intense footsteps from around the hall so he deperately jumped into the room next to Mr. Sway's. The footsteps came to a halt, and Ave heard someone call out. "This is Jon's room. What the hell happened here?" Ave cocked his eyes up to the window of the door, and saw one guard gesture towards the bullet in the wall. "Someone shot the glass." he pointed out, the other guards agreeing with him. A muffled voice came through one of the guards walkie-talkie. "Did you find the shots?" "Yes." one of the guards responded. "Where were they?" "Mr. Sway's room." "He hasn't left the building yet. I'll send him up." "Alright." the guard said, shutting the device off. "Theres nothing we can do here." They walked away. Avery stumbled out of the closet and capped the first one in the back. "Oh ****!" one screamed. There were two more. Ave rolled then got the biggest one straight between the eyes. The last one wimpered for a moment, and Avery rushed up to him. "What's your name?" Ave yelled in his ear. The man was outstandingly muscular, Avery noticed. "Clyde! Clyde Barrisz." he groaned. Confidence lurked in his deep voice. "Clyde Barrisz? Let me take a guess. Detective? Doing undercover work at Devult's? An inside job?" "You know me too well, Ave." Clyde spun around and they shook hands. "Haven't seen you in years, my friend." Ave reminisced. "Get me out of here alive." "Not a problem." Clyde muttered, spinning his massive key ring a full time around his index finger. "Not a problem." Copyright 2008 Nate Stanford |
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