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"We have to get the hell out of here." Clyde yelled to Ave, almost halfway down the hallway. Avery snapped back to reality. Clyde already had his hand on the door to the fire escape when Avery sprinted after him.

"Wait up!" Avery yelled to him.

"Wait up? Every security guard in the building is probably on their way!" Clyde yelled back to him, the commands from the loudspeaker nearly drowning his voice out. Clyde dashed through the door and disappeared behind a corner, Avery quickly behind. A light in the elevator blinking caught Avery's eye right before he exited, but he ran out anyway. The heavy padding of footsteps was following closely behind.

"****." Ave muttered to himself.

"What?" Clyde asked, both still running down the stairs.

"We've got company." Simultaneously, they both pulled guns from their jacket pockets, and Ave stood back, aiming the gun intently at the open door a flight above. Clyde continued to run down the steps.

"I'll stay back." Ave yelled to him.

"What? You're crazy!" Clyde screamed back.

"You need to protect your cover. You'll never get anything else if you don't get the hell out now!"

"Fine. Be careful." Clyde continued running, bursting into a door back into the building about 10 floors down. Ave went back to aiming; his knuckles turning white from his deadlock grip on the gun. A guard walked through the door, lead quickly filling his body before he even saw Ave. A heavy padding of feet got louder and louder until Ave ran even closer to the door, shooting one who was about 20 feet from the exit. They all saw him and pulled their weapons, sprinting straight towards Ave, who managed to pick another one off.

"Halt!" Ave screamed at them, jumping up onto the railing. Hundreds of feet of nothing below him. It would only take one wrong move...

The guards were mystified, and no longer shot. They aimed at Ave and surrounded him. He was surprisingly calm.

"What the **** do you think you're doing?" one of the guards asked impatiently.

"You're in justice's hands now!" another one screamed. Ave looked below him, gulping. He eyed an open dumpster all the way at the bottom of the building. It was directly beneath him.

"No, no, no." Ave replied. "Justice is in my hands." Quickly, he pulled a fragmentational grenade from his pocket and pulled the pin with his teeth. He dropped it onto the stairs, but it lay motionless. Ave dove over the edge of the railing. This was an awfully stupid thing to do, Ave thought. Unexpectedly, a guard blitzed towards him, and grabbed him as he jumped over the edge.

" ****!" Ave screamed as the guard twisted his ankle. There would only be a few seconds of falling, so Ave kicked the guard away, throwing off his projection. The black garbage bags were directly beneath him, growing larger and larger. Avery slammed into the bags, his body contorting to the force. His twisted ankle banged on the side of the garbage can, and Ave yelped in pain, looking up to see the explosion erecting from the side of the fire escape.

The distorted and jagged scream of a guard caught Ave's attention, and he looked at the mangled bleeding body on the cement. People stared in awe at the macabre mess of human being, and walked past quickly. Avery exited the dumpster, and ran off, quietly howling at the numbing pain in his ankle and foot. He hopped over the fence and sped off, escaping from what could have been a gruesome death. Two more distorted screams could be heard as Ave wasn't even a block away. Detectives usually had to do some dirty work, and there is bound to be some collateral damage.

Keyword: avery mccoy detective grit noir acquaintance nate stanford

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