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“In this hole, That is me, The dead are rolling over. In this hole, Thickening, Dirt Shoveled over shoulders.” Mudvayne, Happy? Rebecca was curled in on herself, looking at the knights like a wounded mouse at a room full of hungry cats. In a dark green dress that came down halfway to her knees, she kept her face turned subtly away; doing what she could not to draw attention to the large bruise under her left eye. Cuts covered her arms from elbow to wrist, as her dark hair looked no better. The sight stunned Everett. “What happened?” It took him a moment to realize it wasn’t him who had asked but Armand. “Knights,” she said fearfully. Her eyes darted towards Donovan and Erik. “Three knights. They came in. They were looking for Morgan. When they didn’t find him, they decided to tear up the place.” “Why?” Armand asked. As he spoke, he glanced at Roland and Ledger, surprised to see harsh looks on their faces as they listened. “I don’t know,” she said again, trying not to glance at Donovan and Erik. “Who did this?” Everett asked, stepping towards her. She stiffened up, her eyes clamping shut in anticipation, but she didn’t retreat. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay,” Marilyn assured her, guiding herself in-between Everett and Rebecca, holding the smaller girl’s shoulders supportively. “We need to know who did this.” Again, Rebecca’s eyes betrayed her fear of Donovan and Erik. Marilyn glanced to them as well. “They were Blue Knights,” she insisted. Everett was at Erik’s throat faster than a shadow. Grabbing him under the chin with his free hand, he shoved the injured knight against the wall hard enough to crack it. Lifting him off the ground, rage flared inside of Everett’s eyes as he held the European knight against the wall. “The law I know,” he began. “Everett!” Edgar yelled, his voice followed by Sydney grabbing his arm. Everett’s rage calmed but didn’t abate. “Just because they were dressed like Blue Knights,” he cautioned, “doesn’t mean they were Blue Knights.” “He’s right,” Sydney agreed, trying to encourage Everett away from the petrified Erik. “They faked Richard’s scent at Morgan’s stepmom’s place.” “We don’t know it was fake,” Ledger said, staring at Rebecca. “Why would anyone want to do this?” Marilyn asked to him. “Morgan’s not a knight. And even if he is still, like, connected to you guys, attacking him would just piss him off.” “I think they thought they could take him,” Rebecca spoke up. Edgar looked across the room at Everett. “Admit it, Ev; some of Alan’s boys are capable of that level of stupidity.” Everett’s eyes never released Erik from their hold. Burying in Erik a fear greater than of death, Everett left him against the wall and turned to Sydney and Edgar. “As I see it, we have three courses of action before us; we can try to find Morgan, we can try to track down the perpetrators, or we continue with the plan and take on Alan Vick.” “Options two and three may not be mutually exclusive,” Edgar suggested, the three senior knights moving towards the door as they spoke quietly amongst themselves. “Nor might option one,” Sydney suggested. “Morgan didn’t go to the hotel and he isn’t here. Where next? It’s a short list of places Morgan’d go to when pissed. And one of those will always be the last place he got pissed him off.” “The club,” Everett nodded. “Sounds like that’s the plan,” he said, unconvinced. As the three spoke, Marilyn put her arm around Rebecca’s shoulders, rubbing her. “It’s okay,” she said to the girl. “I know it’s scary. I know it’s…” She saw Rebecca staring fearfully at Erik and the seemingly dead Donovan. “It’s okay,” she laughed. “He’s just knocked out. Nobody’s going to get hurt and absolutely nobody’s going to get killed.” As she spoke, she saw Rebecca’s face transform from fear into abject horror. She turned around to find Ledger with his shotgun leveled right between Rebecca’s eyes. “Okay, sister,” he said in a hard deadpan. “Enough of the bull.”
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