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“Here we are now, going to the Southside, Pick up my friends and we hope we won’t die, Ride at night, ride through Heaven and Hell, Come back love and feel so well.” Moby, Southside Dressed in her utilitarian black trench coat, blue blouse, and white jeans, Sydney contrasted the stylishly overdressed men and women in line for the club. Standing with the three European knights and Roland, she waited patiently, a few steps away from the front of the line. Through the walls of the huge club, the oppressive beat of the music played constantly. The windows of parked cars nearby rattled to the rhythm. Overhead, power lines hung over the street, creating a network tapestry of electrical power humming in the air. Sydney took out a pocket watch, checking the time. “Man, this takes forever.” “Hey, Syd,” Roland called past the three European knights to the dame. “What’s got a bad attitude, a green shirt, and a hot chick on his arm?” She thought for a moment and shrugged. “Morgan,” he said, pointing. Sydney turned, the three European knights also turning, to see Morgan and Rebecca stopping in mid-step a few paces from the knights. “Oh, this is awkward,” she lamented quietly to herself before forcing a welcoming look. “Hey!” she waved excitedly with a friendly smile. “What’re you doing here?” “Thinking of another club to go to,” Morgan answered, looking distressed as he considered Sydney and Roland. He set his eyes on Erik and his cohorts. “Who’re you?” “Erik Karlsson,” he said, extending his hand. “And you are?” Morgan stared coldly for a moment and looked at Rebecca as she held his hand, her black dress matching his trench coat. “I’m Morgan,” he answered, struggling to be polite. “This is Rebecca.” “Charmed,” Erik smiled. Donovan moved to say something an Erik’s hand flew out, silencing him. Donovan looked from his hand, to Rebecca, to Erik, and turned away, grumbling. “You are not of Everett’s group.” “No, he’s not,” Roland said quickly, his hand on Erik’s elbow, gently trying to guide him away from the conversation. “You want to get in line with us?” “No,” Morgan said quickly. Rebecca looked at him. “I’m sorry, no.” He smiled tritely once more to Sydney and led Rebecca towards the back of the line. Around the corner, they settled into place. Morgan took off his trench coat and hung it on Rebecca’s shoulders, protecting her from the evening chill. “Look,” he began before she could ask. “I know those people. I don’t want to be around them.” “Okay, but they’re almost to the front door,” Rebecca playfully complained. Morgan rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “Who the hell was that?” Donovan asked Roland. “Former teammate,” Roland answered, texting with his cell phone. “He used to be a bigger part of the plot, but he got cut last season.” He sent the message and flipped his phone shut. “I think it’s because he didn’t appeal to the target demographic.” Donovan stared, utterly lost. “He used to be a knight?” Richard muddled, standing with Erik before Sydney at the head of the line. “How does one stop being a knight?” “He renounced the Oath of Chivalry,” Sydney said with a shrug, her arms crossed. “He’s stopped having anything to do with any of us, except socially. And even then…well, as you may have noticed, he’s not exactly the most sociable of people.” “Who was that with him?” Erik asked. “I’m guessing Rebecca,” Sydney said, craning her head futilely to see through the crowd. “His maybe girlfriend. None of us are sure. He hasn’t actually introduced any of us.” Erik turned and looked in the direction of the end of the line. “Which side will he taken?” “Excuse me?” Sydney asked. “If and when push comes to shove,” Erik asked, “which side will he take? Will he side with the Blue Knights? Or the Red Knights?” “If he sides with anyone,” Sydney cautioned, “it’ll be with whomever he thinks is in the right.” She turned to the bouncer. “Or at least the least wrong.” As she spoke, several people came out through the door, descending the steps. She looked to the bouncers as the unclipped the red rope in front of her. She turned and looked to Erik and Richard and started up the steps. Richard watched her head up and turned to Erik. “The proverbial crossing the Rubicon?” “I think that ship may have sailed,” Erik confided before starting after the dame. Following behind, Donovan and Roland brought up the rear. “And girls actually go for that?” “Totally,” Roland insisted, patting him on the back.
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