New Story - again written exclusively on Steemit - WiP - Bouncer Part 36

This is turning out to be quite a tale (I know, my opinion...) and I think it'll make a novel-sized story.

I'm listening to the feedback and if something resonates, I've decided that I'll go with it (thanks @kiwideb).

Feel free to give feedback on characters, storylines etc - even if you think it's harsh.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 34 Part 35

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Please note: This is the FIRST DRAFT, no editing, written straight onto paper. I don't know how to highlight that any more than it is. I'll NOT be making any alterations to what's already been written. As a good friend and excellent author has said, First draft is a race to get the story down before it decides to stop telling itself to you. Thanks Glenn. @alienbutt

80 pages, 31,771 words so far.

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Zack told Joe that Liz wanted a word and then went on down to the front doors where the Front of House Staff was preparing to open the doors for the first time at ‘The Cobalt’.

Viktor arrived moments after Zack got there and he leaned to speak to Zack.

“I have every faith in you, Zack. I shall go upstairs to wait for the rush. As you arranged, I shall be with Liz, Taylor, Joe and his team. The first five hundred ticket-holders may be allowed up in blocks of around ten, if you will. I should be able to speak with anyone I find interesting at that rate,” Viktor said.

Zack nodded, listening.

“I assume you will be following me up very shortly?” Viktor said.

“Yes, I’ll make sure the lads know your instructions and then I’m coming up. The special guests have a side-entrance, so to speak. I assume they are to be allowed up as soon as they arrive and the next block will be held back a little longer,” Zack said.

Viktor looked at Zack, appraising him. “Yes, that’s a good idea. Do that,” he said and turned to go up the stairs.

Zack went forward to tell his team of the arrangements and didn’t see Viktor pause at the bottom of the stairs to take another look at Zack and how he worked his people. He nodded and went up the stairs.

Zack tapped one of the doormen on the arm and beckoned him to follow. They went out of the side door and Zack silently indicated that the doorman should stand there and wait. Zack went around the side of the building to take a look at the crowd waiting to gain entry.

He expected a long queue but he was startled at the vast numbers.

Zack took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of the crowds. People spilled out onto the street and the passing cars had to crawl past to avoid injuring anyone.

He looked across the road and saw Nyx taking pictures of the crowd.

He caught her attention and waved her to come back into the club.

She ran across the road and Zack followed her in. She never stopped taking pictures. She even took one of Zack as he followed her into the club.

Zack went to Crackers and pulled him to one side. He discussed the problem of the crowds outside and then spoke into his radio. One member of each team was sent down to the front door and Zack took them all outside once he’d explained the problem.

The lads knew what was needed and they herded the crowds into a more orderly line. The queue looked much more compact by the time they’d finished and not only could cars pass the queue safely, pedestrians could also walk down the pavement without having to step into the road.

Zack made a mental note to sort out the queueing problems with Liz in time for tomorrow evening.

Five minutes to go before the doors opened, Liz joined him. He explained his concerns about the queuing problem and she agreed, it had to be made safe for the customers. The police would make an issue of it if it carried on.

Two minutes to go.

Liz went back up the stairs to join Viktor. Two of the doormen that had been working the crowd outside went back to their positions and Zack opened the doors.

He pulled a block of around a dozen people forward to the door, past the first doorman and he checked their tickets himself. They would be the first people in and their patience would be rewarded.

A group of six or seven people came around the corner. They were laughing and joking with each other, obviously excited for the coming festivities. When they saw the queue, they stopped dead, their joyful expressions turning to dismay when they saw the lines of people stretching down the street.

One guy tapped Zack on the arm.

Zack ignored him and continued checking the first block of eager customers.

The guy tapped Zack a little harder and two of Zack's team moved forward a step.

When the guy took hold of Zack’s jacket sleeve, he nodded to Crackers to continue checking the tickets and he turned to face the persistent guy.

“Can I help you?” he said. He looked down at his sleeve until the persistent guy took the hint and let go.

“Yeah, who do I have to kill to get to the front of this queue, man?” the guy said. He turned to his companions and laughed as they watched the interaction with fascination and a little fear.

“Me,” Zack said and turned away from him.

“Haha, no, wait,” the guy said, grabbing for Zack’s jacket again.