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Episode
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“Dear lord, be with our guests and prepare
them for the butt whoppin’ they are about to receive.” Jeff
Foxworthy, Games Rednecks Play The door to the manager’s office
opened and Alan stepped outside, an appalled look on his face. He wiped the cold sweat from his chin,
staring at nothing. The darkness in
the hall seemed to pale to the darkness he had just left behind. Towards the right stairwell, Dante
and Ryoko were talking. Their
conversation ended by his arrival into the hall, they looked to him, both
instantly able to tell something was wrong.
“What happened?” Dante said, standing from the wall he leaned against. Alan looked back at Eliot who
stood in the doorway. “Eliot
has…cemented our path,” he said coldly.
“We’re committed now and we’ve got to press on.” “What happened?” Dante
half-demanded. Again, Alan had to look back at
Eliot as if to make sure he truly existed.
“Eliot has set Morgan Brandywyne against the Blue Knights. While they war amongst themselves, we need
to move and we need to move fast.” Recovering some of his resolve, he
stood up straight, taking a deep breath.
“Where’s Matt?” “He still hasn’t left for the
satellite team’s base,” Ryoko answered, her arms crossed. “He should still be downstairs.” “Get him,” Alan said. “No, wait.
We’ll all go. We don’t have
anymore time. We leave now. We leave now and if we can’t get ahold of
anyone, that’s their problem.” Alan led the four down the steps
to the door. Pushing it out, they
stepped into the darkly lit, musically overloaded club. He pointed to the left and the right, Ryoko
and Dante immediately taking off through the crowd. Alan turned back to Eliot, staring the
shorter knight in the eyes. “You’ve
crossed a line we would never have crossed.
And you’ve escalated this beyond what we were never willing to accept. If the consequences of your actions come
back on us, you and you alone will answer for them.” Eliot simply smiled. At the entrance to one of the
specialty rooms, Ryoko opened a candleholder.
With a match, she lit the candle and returned it to the holder. Immediately, all the knights in the area
took notice. They saw the lit candle
and started to look around for Alan.
On the far side of the club, Dante did the same, lighting the candle
with a flip top lighter. The two
knights moved down the wall, lighting all the candles. Alan headed towards the bar,
stepping up on it, standing over the crowd.
Without incident or comment, the people at the bar moved away from
him, forming a clearing for all the knights to gather before him. Alan watched as nine men and women
in black and red gathered. He marveled
at the number and shook his head.
“This is it?” he said to himself.
He steeled himself and smiled.
“It’ll do. It’ll have to.” He held up his hands. “We’re about to begin our mission,” he said
over the music. “Dante, Matt, and
Ryoko are getting in touch with the satellite teams as we speak.” He glanced to the three knights, noting
them redialing their phones. He
glanced around nervously, then his smile returned. “When contact has been made, when we are
ready to…” Light Flooding in through the main
doors, the bright light from the outside fell down onto the crowd with the
intensity of the morning sun rising in the east. Alan had to avert his eyes, the light
shining at him. As his vision
adjusted, he looked through the pain as eight figures stepped into the club. “You are a villain,” he completed. Alan smirked with disdain. “Here to arrest me, traitor?” “No,” |
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