Dangeruss & Tazer

Andrew cleaned himself up. He dressed his cut as best as possible, but the blood still trickled out. At least he looked better now though. And the pain had subsided. He was sure that he had suffered worse injuries on the ice, like when he took Shawn Thornton’s slapshot to the face during the Stanley Cup final.

“ANDREW, OPEN UP, IT’S ME, IT’S JOHNNY!!” a voice boomed from behind the front door.

Andrew hesitated at first, but after he thought about it, he realized that he had heard a familiar voice. He made his way over to the door.

“IT’S TAZER, SHAWZY, OPEN UP!! IT’S OKAY, I SWEAR!!”

Andrew paused again as he heard a second voice, this one unfamiliar, but he did recognize Jonathan’s and he opened the door finally.

“Geez, Andy, what took you so long?”

“Don’t pull my leg right now, Tazer. Just come in!”

Russell and Jonathan entered the house and followed the small man into the living room. Andrew had stuck Charlie and Hershey in his bedroom, so that they were out of the way. They took their seats on the couch. Andrew made it so that he faced both men.

“Who’s this, is he a cop?”

“Ha-ha no, man. My name’s Russell Wilson, I play for the Seattle Seahawks!”

“Seahawks? Is that an OHL team or maybe a CHL team?”

“No, it’s NFL. It’s football dude!”

Andrew looked confused, but he nodded his head. He turned to look at his captain, who was chuckling.

“Just tell us what you saw, Shawzy!”

Andrew cleared his throat and began to tell his story. “I was walking the dogs by the lake, when they suddenly raced off from me. I chased them into the greenhouse area and I got curious. I entered the building and that’s when I saw him. Kaner was bound and gagged with tape. And he was in a cage of some kind. I was going to go rescue him, but I was attacked by two men. One of them had dark skin...an African American, I think!”

“Was it PK Subban?”

“Nah, PK’s not as strong!”

“And the other man, did you see any of him?”

“Not really. He had a crew cut and gray colored eyes.”

“If we showed you a picture, could you pick him out?”

“Yeah. Show me,” Andrew replied, dipping his head.

Jonathan got his phone out. The only player he could think of at the moment, off the top of his head, who had a crew cut and gray eyes, was Sean Avery. He pulled up the picture and showed Andrew, who instantly gasped.

“That’s him! That’s one of the men I saw!”

“Sean Avery?”

“Yeah! Whoa, that was Sean Avery?!”

“Yeah and if that’s who you saw, that’s a bad thing!” Jonathan shook his head. He lifted his hands up and held onto each side of his head, continuing to shake it back and forth.

Russell looked at him, with wonder. He wasn’t quite sure why this was a bad thing. Who was Sean Avery and why was he bad?

“We need to notify the police NOW!!” Jonathan remarked, getting to his feet. He snapped his head back and forth from side to side, wildly. He withdrew his phone from his pocket.

Russell and Andrew jumped to their feet, the latter halted his teammate, putting his hands, flat onto the device in his hand. “Whoa man, why is Avery bad news?”

“Because Kaner fought him back in 2010! If the goon has carried his fury from that moment and is finally releasing it in a revenge scheme, Lil Peekaboo has no chance!”

“Wait Kaner fought someone?” Andrew gasped, cocking his head.

“Patrick Kane fought a goon?” Russell questioned.

“Yes and yes. He fought Sean Avery when he was very, very intoxicated and it ticked the man off to no end. But we need to let the police know! The sooner we have them capture Avery the better!”

“But what about us going to the greenhouse and saving him?”

“Knowing Avery, that bastard is long gone. Shawzy discover probably tipped him off and he fled with poor Peeks!” Jonathan spoke.

“That’s true.”

“Our best bet is the cops!”

“Then call them!” Andrew said, dropping his hands to his sides.

Jonathan dialed the Chicago Police Department (CPD), typing in the numbers, 9-1-1. He was immediately set up with an officer and relayed the information about Sean Avery holding Patrick Kane hostage. The officer chatted with him kindly. And Jonathan eventually wandered upstairs to a private room, where he shut himself inside.

“Please, you need to help me! My friend, no, my best friend is missing!”

“Alright sir, we understand your issue, but you have to listen to me. We can’t do anything for 24 hours, okay.”

“But he’s Patrick Kane! It’s Patrick Timothy Kane Jr., the Chicago Blackhawk!”

“I understand that, sir!”

“He’s AN NHL HOCKEY PLAYER!!”

“Sir, you need to calm down!”

Jonathan furiously kicked the wall, below the window. He was frustrated that the policeman wasn’t doing anything helpful.

“I just want my friend back. He’s like a brother to me. Please…”

“I wish I could help you out, but like I said, we can’t do anything until 24 hours after the abduction or kidnapping! That goes for ANYONE, including little hockey players like your buddy!”

“But he’s a famous athlete! What if he doesn’t have 24 hours!?” Jonathan blurted out, his heart racing in his chest.

“Sir, sir, Mr. Toews, please, we understand your worry, but we can’t do anything about it. But if you want to search that is okay!”

“Then I’ll be a police officer myself and search! Patrick Kane is in serious danger and he needs to be rescued ASAP!!”

“That is fine with me. Come down to the station, I can see about giving you uniforms if you want. But we ourselves, the actual police, cannot help you at all until 24 hours passes!”

“Fine! I’ll come by in an hour and get a uniform then! And I’m bringing a partner with me!” the Chicago centre exclaimed, before jerked the phone away from him and jamming his finger on the end call button. He stormed over to the door and stomped down the stairs.

He spotted Andrew and Russell conversing on the couch. They were smiling kindly to one another. The two men turned to look at Jonathan, who came into the room. His eyes flashed with anger and they wondered what had transpired over the phone.

“Russ, we have to go downtown! We need to go get some police uniforms, because the cops can’t do anything about Kaner until 24 hours after he’s been missing!” Jonathan explained.

The football player nodded. “Not sure I’ll be any good at being a cop, but I can try!”

“Andrew?”

“That’s okay, I need to focus on cleaning up and taking care of the dogs!”

“Okay, well we’re going to go ahead and get to the police station, maybe we can try again in person and see if it will make a difference.”

Russell nodded. “It might.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us, Shawzy?”

“I’m sure. I’ll be fine here, I think I’ll be able to make it!”

“Do be careful, Shawzy, Chicago needs their pesky centre!” Jonathan scolded, playfully.

They left Andrew’s house and head downtown, passed the abandoned greenhouse building now.

Notes

I needed to rewrite this chapter, due to reasons, most of it is the same, but Dangeruss and Tazer aren't necessarily cops! :)