I. Hate. Limos.

What better way to put a glaring target on your back than. Hey look at me! Im in a fancy car, but not only that, I'm to lazy to drive my own vehicle

I prefer normal vehicular travel. A generic brand with slightly tinted windows.

I tapped the very much not tinted window of the limousine,

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"Don't worry. They're bulletproof."

Avery said. He grinned widely. Showing several gold teeth.

I glanced at the gun shaped lump on his chest. Probably in the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

"Im not so much worried about these..."

I tapped the pane of glass.

"I'm a bit more worried about that"

I pointed at what i presumed was a gun.

"Ah, don't worry yourself. It's not loaded"

He pulled the pistol from his jacket and tossed it to me. Indeed. No clip, and no bullet in the chamber.

"Why do you carry around an empty gun. Crazy much?"

Avery chuckled darkly.

"Jus' for special occasions."

"The hell that means?"

"Call it poetry."