AAOOOSC!: The Mission

It is a dark night...a dark night in Ottawa. The streets are empty and the only light is the dim, yellow street lights, which gave the atmosphere an eerie feeling. A black car pulls up into the NHL Police Station's parking lot, making grinding sounds while turning into an empty parking space.
The car's lights turn off as the drivers turns off the engine. He gets off of the car and slams the door shut, then makes his way towards the station in the dark.
Meanwhile inside the station, the front office is bright and somewhat lively with two officers typing on separate computers. One officer was in view of the anyone who came in since a glass wall is in front of him while the other officer, to the right, is not in view since he was behind a green-colored wall.
The officer in sight, who has brown hair, big brown eyes, and some facial hair stops typing. "Uhhh...Bernier?" he asks in a cheery voice. He turns to the other officer, looking for help.
The other officer with dark brown hair combed to the side, brown, squinty eyes, and more facial hair than the other officer placed his pointer finger out in front of the first officer. He then leaned over to his left and straightened back up, holding a bottle of a thick, translucent, golden liquid. He unscrews the metal lid and starts chugging it down.
The officer that needs help just stares at him. But then he faces the glass wall when he heard bells chiming in the air, notifying that someone has arrived at the station.
A tall man with dark blond spiky hair and bright blue eyes with some facial hair walks up to the officer; he has a calm, yet sly look on his face.
"Oh, um, hi." The officer gives the man a small wave while blushing a bit. "How may I help you?"
"May I see Jimmy Howard?" the man asks in a high-pitched, perky voice.
"Oh...sure... Just wait over there." The officer points to his left. He watches as the man walks away to the direction he pointed to, then pushes his rolling chair closer to the other officer.
Bernier is still downing the bottle, leaning back on his rolling chair, letting the liquid drip into his mouth, which is wide open. "Ahhhhh..."
"Bernier!" the officer cries. "Are you done, yet?"
Bernier points his finger out towards the officer and lets the the liquid continue falling into his mouth.
The officer is getting irritated, so he takes away the bottle from his partner. "You need to get Howard."
"But, but..." Bernier straightens up. "...you took away my bottle..." He talks in a shy, timid voice.
"Because you need to grab Howard--someone wants to see him and it's your turn grabbing the prisoners!"
"Awwww..." Bernier groans. "Isn't it midnight yet so that you can take care of the prisoners?"
"Oh come on, you're the shrieff of the police for crying out loud! Go!"
"Okay. You take care of any other visitors that come in, Cam." Bernier slowly gets up.
"Will do." Cam goes back typing on his computer.
Bernier trudges over to the area of the building where the prisoners are being held in.
It is a dreary and dark hallway with cells on the right side. The only source of light in it is the moonlight coming from a single room on the left wall tucked in a corner on the other side of the room. Bernier slowly walks down the hallway, looking down at the cells, looking for Jimmy Howard. Finally, he finds a man with messy, golden blond hair and wide, blue eyes and facial hair, who was petting a sleeping basset hound.
Bernier stops in front of the prisoner and clears his throat. "Uh-hm!" The prisoner looks up at the officer with a surprised look. "Someone is here to visit you."
"Me? A visitor?" The prisoner, who is Jimmy Howard, asks in a sinister-like voice; he points to himself with one hand while continues petting the small dog with the other.
"Yes." Bernier pulls out a ring full of keys from his hostler and beings unlocking the bar door. He then swings the door open. "Now you better not escape on me. And if you do--"
"--I'll be sticker than a bottle of maple syrup, I know, I know," Jimmy finishes; he gets up. "You say that to me all the time."
"I just wanna make sure that it's in your mind. Now let's go." Bernier handcuffs the prisoner and brings him over back into the light. He walks down a white-walled, green-tiled hallway with him, stopping in the visiting room.
Jimmy sits down on chair; in front of him is a glass wall, where he was able to see the other side clearly.
The man who called to see him then comes into view, standing behind the glass wall.
"I'll let you two be." Bernier smiles and walks away, pulling a maple leaf cookie out from his pocket.
The prisoner looks up at the man. "Ahhh...Kari." A sinister smiles grows on his face while shaking his head. "What on earth are you doing here?"
"I want to know what's gonna happen...to the EHP," Kari says in a low voice, not wanting the officers to overhear him.
"I hate to say this, but...the EHP is gone. All our powers are gone. We lost."
"Just like that‽" Kari looks shocked. "And what are you gonna do about it?"
"I've done so much, Kari, but I was not able to succeed fully." Jimmy looks sorry.
"So you're just gonna give up...like that?"
"Well, I don't have my powers and I'm now a prisoner here...there's no way I can escape to continue my work--"
"Y'know what?" Kari cuts in, raising his hand in the air, "I'll finish your work. I'll take over your role."
"But you don't have powers as well--"
"But is there a way to get 'em back? There HAS to be."
The prisoner thinks for a moment, looking at the cream-colored desk that is in front of him. "There is one way..." Kari's eyes brighten. "...but it's gonna be difficult getting 'em back from the why I'm thinking of."
"I'll do whatever it takes to get 'em back--I want my powers back! And to complete our work!"
"Alright, this is it: go to the NHL HQs. There at the back, there'll be an elevator. Go down and you should find a basement there. That is where Tommy Gorman, the founder of the NHL, controls all the powers, managing who has them and who doesn't. Then you can hack into his computer and from there, you should get your powers back. You understand?"
Kari thinks for a moment. "Yea, that sounds great. I'll do that!"
"I knew I can count on you, Kari."
"I won't let you down, that's for sure!" he points at Jimmy.
"And if you get your powers back...then I'll name you Master of the EHP."
Kari blinks for a moment. "You're gonna name me Master? But aren't you gonna join me? I can help you escape--"
"Trust me, Kari, I don't wanna be sticker than a bottle of maple syrup."
"But I'm gonna get my powers back and we can fight 'em off!"
"No, Kari, I want you to take over the society. Bring me in when everything's all settled and you got the NHL."
"Alright, that sounds fine." Kari dips his head. "I'll come back when I get my powers back." He straightens up.
"Good. I'll see you soon, Kari."
"Good-bye, Jimmy." Then he walks out of the station with no one aware of what he's going to unleash onto the NHL...
Not even Jimmy.

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