Shaybu!

Somewhere warm and sunny, Brad Marchand basked in the rays of the golden sun. He was lying on a foldable beach chair with his black sunglasses on.

Suddenly his phone buzzed with an incoming call. He moaned and reached out to snatch it up.

"Hello, yes, this is him!" Brad spoke, "Whoa, wait, Tazer?" Brad froze for a second in place, before he leaned forward in the chair and removed his glasses in shock and wonder. "What's going on? How's Sochi?"

"Not good, I'm afraid," came the response from the Blackhawk.

Brad pouted his lip. "I'm sorry, what happened?"

"Well, you're never gonna believe this, but Sidney Crosby may have something to do with your beloved centre's disappearance!" Jonathan sighed.

"Bergy's missing!?!?!?"

Brad felt his heart drop into his stomach. The Bruins were centered around Patrice. If there was no Patrice Bergeron; then there were no Boston Bruins.

"Marchy I'm sorry. Sidney's been acting like a real...."

"Asshole?!"

"Yeah...a dick!"

"He is a major menace, aye. I'm going to get a group together and we're coming to Sochi. If you can, gather up any clues and find out anything and everything you can! Bergy will not be killed by Crosby!"

"Understood!"

Both hockey players hung up. Brad gulped and shook his head. "So much for my sunny beach vacation to Florida!"

He got to his feet and stretched. He'd gotten a little bit of sun, but not as much as he had wanted.

"Don't worry Bergy, Marchy's gonna come and save the day!"

With that he bolted for his hotel to gather his things. He had to figure out who was going to help him if anyone could. Of course, who wouldn't want to help out and save the grand Boston centre player...

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