Glory Daze

Normally Niki would be flattered to have two gods -- or was it goddesses -- fighting over her. But thanks to Hela's trick with the club's automatic sprinkler system, Niki was cold and wet. Not only that, but thanks to a series of unfortunate events, she was also naked.

Niki found it embarrassing enough to be naked in a crowd of people. (And yet I'm a stripper, she thought. I should be used to this.) But to be drenched in cold water on top of that?

Besides the two gods weren't really fighting over her. Hela had lost all interest in Niki the minute Glory showed up and Glory could care less if Niki was even in the same room.

Instead the two gods kept trash-talking each other, each one coming up with bigger and bigger threats.

Finally Hela cried, "Enough!" and gestured for Mystique to do something.

She did not actually order Mystique to attack Glory; instead she pointed at Mystique, pointed to Glory and then nodded her head.

Mystique automatically leaped at Glory and kicked at the woman with a motion that would have killed an ordinary human. But Glory simply dodged, grabbed one of Mystique legs, and then threw her across the club.

"Is that the best you can do?" asked Glory.

Mystique simply got up and ran out of the club.

That's my cue to leave, thought Niki.

Niki then started to back away from the two gods. She eventually found an abandoned pile of clothing -- left behind by some woman who was evidently a victim of one of Emma Frost's ENF pranks -- and then started to slowly get dressed.

Meanwhile, Hela was calling for volunteers to rid her of that turbulent Glory. When no one volunteered, she pointed.

The person she pointed to was the man who had called himself Dexter Morgan.

"Oh, you don't want me," said Dexter. "You want him."

And with that, Dexter reached over to his side and pulled out of the crowd the man who had called himself Hugo Smith.

"This man is Sylar," said Dexter. "He lives to suck stuff out of super-powered beings. He's the one you want to have deal with Glory, not me."

"Not cool, man," said the man who had called himself Hugo Smith. "Not cool. I don't give away your secrets."

"Hey, I'm a member of the Miami Police Department," said Dexter. "Everyone knows I have no secrets."

"Is this true what he says about you, Sylar?" asked Hela.

"Hell, no," said Hugo Smith.

Then he reconsidered his words and said, "I mean, just plain no."

"Pity," said Hela. "I guess I'll have to kill you then."

"Okay, it is true," said Hugo Smith. "My real name is Sylar and I do suck out abilities from super-powered beings. Present company excluded, of course."

"Of course it is," said Hela. "I'd snap your neck if you even thought about it. Now deal with this impudent woman if you wish to live."

"Wait a minute," said Sylar. "You want me to deal with her?"

Glory just smiled at Sylar and said, "You suck out abilities; I suck out minds. The two of us ought to have a contest."

At that point, Sylar did the only logical thing he could think of -- he fainted.