AAOOOSC!: The Mission

Patrick manages to gain access into the EHP HQs with much ease; he assumes that all the bad guys are being distracted by his group.
He stumbles into what seems like the main room of the HQs. It is a dark and dreary, circular room made up of gray stones of different shades being held together by concrete in between each one of them. On each of the four 'corners' of the room is a staircase that lead up to the second floor, which only the walkway and doors on the that floor are visible from where the Blackhawk is standing. The best part though is that he is alone.
"I need to fine Tazer, man," Patrick mutters to himself. "The others could only hold back the bad guys for so long, dude..." He goes around in circles, scanning the second floor. "TAZER MAN! Dude, where are yoooooou‽"
"Kaner, is that you?!" He hears Toews shout back.
Patrick's heart leaps with joy as he speeds up the nearest staircase. "I'm comin' for ya, Johnny man!"
"Come quickly, Peeks!"
Patrick follows his teammate's voice, zooming to the left after reaching the second floor, down the walkway, and bursts the door that on his right where Toews's voice seems to be coming from open.
The room on the other side is bright since there is an opening on the other side, high up the wall that was across the room; it has black bars instead of glass covering somewhat of it so that no one is able to go through the 'window.' The sunlight is flowing into the rectangle-shaped room though the bar-covered opening.
In the middle of the room is Toews himself, who is parallel to the wall of that has the entrance. He is sitting on a wooden chair, bounded to by what seems like glowing rope, which is wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and upper body so that he couldn't escape.
"Kaner, get me outta here and take me home!" Toews pleas with haste.
Patrick walks over to the captain of his team, looking down at him. "I'll get you outta here, dude, but I can't take you home."
"Why‽ Because I'm the one who'll save the NHL?" he asks harshly.
"Yes, that's why--!"
"Look, I don't wanna get into this situation you're in and for the last time, I don't have powers, so I can't save the NHL!"
"You do have powers, man!"
"No, I don't."
"Dude, you do!"
"Peeks, just get me outta here! We can talk about this later!"
"Okay, man." Patrick looks at the glowing 'rope' with wide eyes. "Uhhhmmmm..." He touches it with one finger, but then immediately pulls it away. "Dude, what is this rope made out of‽ It's hot--!"
"You're touching pure light there, Pretty Boy," a perky, ebullient voice with a grave tone cuts in.
Patrick turns to his left, seeing an awfully familiar tall, blond man, who was wearing a black suit with a dark green tie.
His blue eyes widen. "Kari, man?"
"Yes, that's my name-- Now don't wear it out." Kari saunters deeper into the room.
"Um..." Patrick blinks for a moment in confusion. "Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you lost your powers, dude--" His sentence is cut off by a quick speed sending him into the wall with the bar-covered opening, having his back slam against it; Kari suddenly appears in front of him, not letting him get his back off from the wall.
"Yes, that was true, but Kanerboo, how on earth could I be Master of the EHP if I don't have any powers?" Then he disappears in a flash of light.
"Wait, wh-- AHHHHHHH!!!" Patrick's vision gets filled with whiteness as he skids onto the hard ground.
"Peeks!" Patrick hears Toews shriek.
Patrick gets onto his hands and knees, feeling fuzzy, hot pain erupt from his shoulder. "Ack..."
Kari lands in front of him, since he was flying. "I thought you had powers, yourself, Kanerboo... Weren't one of those powers called 'Enhanced Reflexes'?"
"I got new ones," the Blackhawk grunts.
"Ooo...! That must be exciting to see!" Kari's eyes light up with excitement as he hovers above the floor. "Let's see what your new powers are then!"
Patrick looks up at Toews, who is looking down at his recuser with shock, telling him not to use his powers with his look.
"I'm waiting...," Kari sing-songs. "And you know, I don't have that much patience..."
I need to fight him, but I don't want to scare Tazer man again..., Patrick thinks. Should I? Or should I not? Oh man, this is so difficult... He looks down at his hand, but he didn't feel any power flow in him--he couldn't get his powers to work due to fear and embarrassment.
"Oh well, time's up!" And Kari strikes Patrick with photokinesis, using both hands, making him pretty feeble.
And before Patrick knew it, he was bound up to a chair with light holding in hostage with his back against his buddy's back so that they couldn't face each other.
Kari just chuckles evilly with his hands on his hips, admiring his work. "Oh man, what a fail! You totally blew your mission there, Peekaboo!" He looks like as if he is about to burst into laughter. "Who's gonna save you two now?"
"The rest of the GHP, man," Patrick grumbles.
"Not if I have the ones that were battling my army. And that reminds me, I have to go check on Sid and his new friend, Nathan MacKinnon. Toodles!" The Master of the EHP sashes out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Patrick dips his head. "I'm so sorry, dude... I thought I was able to save ya because there was no one I had to fight against... I guess it was too good to be true, man."
"Y'know, Kaner, you're not the only one who thinks that I'm the one who can save the NHL," Toews starts.
"What, dude?"
"Yea, I mean, Kari practically kidnapped me because he said that I was the one who was gonna save the NHL from him and he didn't want that to happen, so he has me in hostage so that I wouldn't be able to do what I'm suppose to do."
"Man, we were afraid of that happening."
"We?"
"Yea, the GHP, dude. Remember me talking about 'em, man?"
"Nope. But I don't get! Everyone says that I'm the one who's gonna save the NHL yet I don't have powers! This is like a joke to me! Powers? They aren't real!"
"Yes they are, man! You saw 'em, right?"
Toews groans. "Yup... I gotta admit that they are real... But I don't have any!"
"Yes, you do, dude!"
"No, I don't!"
"Man, you do! You just gotta discover 'em, dude!"
"I don't want to discover 'em... I'm afraid what I'll be capable of..."
"It's just a matter of controlling 'em, man."
"Y'know what? Let's try to find a way to escape, okay? Less talking and more thinking-- How does that sound?" Toews cuts in, trying to change the subject.
"Alright, we should do that, then, dude..."
Then they start conjuring up a plan...but got nothing since they were tied up to chairs thanks to Kari's powers.

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