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If you saw the meeting of the Pro 12 (or should I saw Pro 8), you would've barely recognized it.

Around the meeting table in the main room, Patrick, Brady, Bryce, and Tim are missing, of course. Sidney looks like he is having the worse time of his life while on the other hand, Jay looks like he is having the best time of his life; a girl who looks like the feminine version of Toews is standing at the end of the table with John next to her; a white guinea pig with the height of about fifteen feet with orange and black patches is in Buster's place; Müller seems like he's normal, minding his own business, but from what John said, there's a problem with him, too. John, Chris,Tony, and Guillermo are the only members that are unaffected by whatever came upon the group.

Toews stares anxiously at her group, who seem to not notice her...yet.

John leans to his right, toward her. "Go on," he whispers, “summon their awareness.”

The ruler of the NHL fiddles with her fingers in front of her. "Not like this," she hisses through her gritted teeth.

"Well, do you hanker after transmuting back to yourself?"

"Yes!" Toews turns to the Islander with a wild look.

"Then the more expeditious you summon them, the more expeditious we can devise a stratagem, the more expeditious we can train, the more expeditious we can take up arms against Suárez, and the more expeditious we can fathom this quandary,” John states.

The Blackhawk lets out a huff. "Fine," she grumbles. "You got me there..."

She then turns to look at what is left of the group. "Alright...," she starts with uncertainty in her voice. She sees everyone occupied by each other with either calm conversing or heated arguments. "We gotta talk about some stuff... Important stuff..." She purses her lips while sighing loudly, getting frustrated that no one was listening to her.

Then she gets an idea, just like last time: "LALELA!" (LISTEN!) She slams her hands flat on the table's surface.

Everyone stops talking and slowly turns their heads to face the ruler with shocked expressions.

"Well…hey there," Chris says smoothly, leaning his elbow against the table, leering at Toews.

In disgust, Toews snaps her hand at the Oriole, emitting yellow a zap of energy from it.

The energy hits Chris and shrinks him.

Luckily, the baseball player can fly, so he is now hovering over his chair with the size of an oriole.

"What did I do wrong?" Chris cries out with a shrug.

"It’s me, Jonathan, so don't you dare hit on me," the ruler of the NHL snaps with furrowed eyebrows, pointing to herself with her thumb.

Everyone's jaws drop, including Buster's, yet excluding Sidney, who has a grumpy look on his face with crossed arms.

"¿Qué pasó con usted?" Guillermo asks in Spanish, extending his arms out at her. (What happened to you?)

"Kuyinto umbuzo ofanayo nalokho okwenzeka ukuba iqembu lethu," Toews says gravely.

The Mexican shoots the Canadian an odd look.

"What?" Toews gawks at him. "I spoke in Spanish, right?"

"Noooo….!” John shakes his head while having his gaze at her. "Not even close.”

The ruler of the NHL turns to the Islander. "So what what language did I speak to him in?”

"Zulu." He raises his eyebrows. "You were far off..., kid."

"Okay…gotta speak in Spanish— Spanish, Spanish, Spanish..." Toews focuses hard with her eyes closed as she presses her fist against her forehead. "Ugh, I don't know, I can't get it!"

With defeat, she straightens up and looks at John. "Can you tell him that I'm trying to say: "It is the same question with what happened to our group'?"

John turns to face Guillermo. "Es la misma pregunta con lo sucedido a nuestro grupo."

The soccer goalie nods his head. "Entiendo." (I understand)

"Chmeeps!" Müller exclaims with a smile.

"Ugh." Toews shakes her head and gazes at her group. "Alright, guys, we should all know by now that we look like a freak show. But still, we must defeat Luis like this so that we can have time to get to the bottom of this."

"I don't wanna fight," Sidney grumbles. "I don't wanna do anything."

"With you like that?" Chris asks while gawking at her. "Hah, I'd love to see that!"

The ruler of the NHL rolls her eyes. "Just because I look like a girl doesn't mean I changed internally as well. I am still Jonathan Toews, captain of the Blackhawks!" She points her finger up into the air with a harsh look. "I just don't look like myself...for the moment." She drops her arm with a frown.

"I think you look wonderful!" Jay exclaims, skipping over to Toews and bringing her into a hug with a huge smile. "Don't listen to what Chris is saying over there--he's just jealous of your hair!" He pats her short bangs.

Chris scoffs and rolls his eyes.

”Love, love!" Tony exclaims, hugging the Blackhawk's leg. He smiles up at her with squinty eyes.

"Ummm..." Toews is beginning to get uncomfortable in the situation she is being pulled in.

"Yes, we need all the love we can have! And we can be happy, and happy, and happy, and happy--!"

"If you don't shut up, I'll use my fist to make you shut up!" Sidney snaps, interrupting Jay's rambling.

Jay immediately lets go of Toews and sidles back over to his chair. Tony is still clinging onto Toews.

"Um..." The ruler of the NHL gazes down to see the Cowboy. "...do you mind?"

"Hug, hug!” Tony breaks up into chuckles as he continues hugging her left.

With a sigh of defeat, Toews looks back up at her group. "Okay, so we must train like right now and plan after in order to defeat Luis quickly--"

A beeping sound cuts of Toews.

"Oh my goodness, enough with the interruptions!” she cries out, throwing her hands into the air.

“Pardon me, Tazer boy, but it is something quite consequential…” John pulls out a small, rectangular, metallic device that is letting out a series of beeps. "...Tazer girl." He presses a button of it, ceasing the beeping, and takes a good look at it. "I have pinpointed the orientation of the missing four!"

Buster squeaks, looking from side to side, and attempts to clap with his short arms and paws.

"Cheemps!" Müller exclaims.

"Oh, that's great!" Jay points happily.

"Yay!" Tony shouts out, since everyone else is happy.

"Hm, whatever that means,” Sidney grumbles with a roll of his eyes.

"What?" Toews gasps with hopeful eyes. "How?"

"You see, I have deposited a tracking device on Kane since he takes the role of the spy. When he passed from sight with the other three, I actuated the satellite that causes this to function, utilizing this--" He raises the device into the air. "--and I’ have just been notified of the orientation of the four! Apparently where they're at, there's atrocious service, which is why it took a while too obtain their orientation.” He scratches his head with a slight frown.

"So, where are there?" Toews asks with rising glee.

"They're pinpointed on the eastern side of Cerro Catedral, a hill in Uruguay that is part of the Sierra Carapé mountain range," John reads off from the device.

"In that case," the ruler of the NHL starts off, gazing at her team, "we must start training."

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