Trouble is brewing in Boston.

The four power players of the National Women’s Hockey League, all dressed in black agent suits with black, leather jackets, pants, belts, and boots, are standing in the large doorway of the database room, a room located in their headquarters.

The room is massive, decorated with red carpet, cream-coloured walls and ceilings, and elegant windows; bookshelves line the walls with rows and rows of books; tables and comfy chairs dot the carpet. Yet on the other side of the room, up two stair steps is a massive space between two towering bookshelves with electrical outlets on the wall and darker shade of red in the shape of a rectangle on the carpet.

The tallest lady in the group of four with brown hair that is down and brown eyes stares at the sight in shock. “We’ve been robbed,” she mutters in a serious, stern tone. This is Hilary Knight, the power player, captain, and forward of the Boston Pride, and Master of the four.

The lady that is at the end of the line with light brown hair pulled in a ponytail and round, brown eyes throws her hand in the air, revealing her white, blue, and green-coloured catcher’s glove. “Hah!” she exclaims in a full, enthusiastic tone. She swipes her hand in the air. “Your goal has been robbed!” This is Nicole Stock, the power player and goalie of the Connecticut Whales.

The shortest lady in the group with blond hair in a ponytail and big, blue eyes frowns at the sad sight. “I hate it when that happens,” she points out a high-pitched, emotional tone. This is Emily Pfalzer, the power player, captain, and defenceman of the Buffalo Beauts.

Hilary whirls her head to the other three, her long hair swishing behind her. “Guys!”

“Yeah, I hate it when this happens too.” Emily nods her head with crossed arms.

The fourth and second-tallest lady, who has wavy light brown hair and brown eyes, peers at her sidekicks. This is Katie Fitzgerald, the power player and goalie of the New York Riveters. She asks in a sophisticated, calm tone, “We’ll reclaim the stolen possession, correct?”

---

A few minutes later, the four power players are in the headquarter’s meeting room. The room is small with a black, oval-shaped table in the middle and swivel chairs lining its edge. The walls and ceiling are also cream-coloured and the floors are carpeted with a window far in the room.

Sitting at the end of the conference table is Dani Rylan, the founder of the NWHL. She is small and has long blond hair brushed back with a collared, button-up shirt and a blazer, along with makeup. “Do you girls have any idea how or who stole our database computer?” she asks the four in a serene, yet grave tone.

“Has to be some type of big person since that’s a BIG thing to carry!” Emily blurts out from the side of the table to her left. “I’m impressed they got the gigantic computer out without us knowing!” She rubs her chin with her eyes directed upward. “I wonder if we can pull that off--”

“Emily!” Hilary snaps at her from directly across, slamming the palms of her hands on the table’s smooth surface.

Emily whirls to her, shutting herself up.

“Who was on camera duty last night?” Dani continues on, peering at the others.

Nicole throws her hands, both now bare, in the air. “Not me.”

“It was I,” Katie replies, a hand placed on her chest.

Emily turns to the tallest goalie, throwing a hand out toward her. “Of course, you always do it! We should move the cameras to your room and then you’ll have an eye on the whole building ALL the time or what if you move your whole room to the security room and then--” A thin ribbon of vibrant, yellow energy zaps her, making her jolt. “OW!”

“Use your ears for once, Pfalzy,” Hilary orders, her pointer finger directed at her.

“Did you see any unusual activity?” Dani continues questioning Katie.

Katie appears embarrassed with a pursed smile. “I must admit, I did catnap a couple of instances...,” she replies sheepishly. “I didn’t discern any unusual activity, but there is a great chance I could’ve overlooked it.”

Hilary lets out a groan while rolling her eyes.

Dani gazes at her group. “Well, shall we look through the tape?”

---

The security room is a small, dark room. The only light is from the six screens, which are displaying different rooms of the headquarters in black and white graininess.

Sitting in front of the desk laid out beyond the screens, decked with buttons, is Emily. She is pressing a button on the desk in such a high speed, her finger is unable to be seen. The bright, white light is radiating from the screens and onto hers and the other ladies’ faces.

The other four ladies are standing behind her, gazing intently at the fast-forwarding screen displaying the high view of the database room.

Suddenly, dark gray dots roam around the massive database computer through the screen, indicating people entering it and gliding around it.

Katie’s eyes fly open at the sight. “Cease!”

Emily peers behind her shoulder to look at her. “Bless you!”

“What?”

“Well, you said sneezed, so I said ‘bless you!’” The screen continues fastforwarding from behind her. “Manners, right?”

“No, stop, Pfalzy!” Hilary shouts at her, crossing and uncrossing her arms like a referee. “She’s saying stop!”

Emily makes a puzzled look at the Master. “No, she said ‘sneeze.’”

Katie jumps in: “I uttered ‘cease’ which signifies ‘stop,’ so stop the tape!’”

“Ohhhh--” Emily rolls her eyes once. “--well you could’ve just said ‘stop’ instead of sneezing.” She whirls back to the screens and lifts her hand up into the air, letting it become visible.

The five ladies then lean closer to the small, square-shaped screen, getting a good look at what it is displaying.

In the black and white graininess, five figures can be made out, all carrying the massive-sized computer by different means: one has her hands out toward one corner; another has a ribbon of fire wrapped around it; another lady has smoke billowing from beneath one of the corners her hands are on; a lady has a blade stuck inside its bottom; the last lady is standing behind it with her hands on her head.

Nicole raises her light-coloured eyebrows up in subtle surprise. “Wow...that is impressive.”

“Do you girls have a clue?” Dani asks, peering from her right to her left to get a good look at all four of them.

Hilary raises five fingers in the air. “Five girls, all with powers, stealing OUR stuff…” She narrows her eyes at the screens. “It’s an obvious clue.”

“Yeah! Five girls with superpowers stole our stuff!” Emily exclaims, facing her excitedly.

“And they are the CWHL power players!” Hilary throws her hands in the air in frustration. “Why do they keep getting into our stuff?”

“Well, weren’t they around before us?” Nicole points out with narrowed eyes.

Hilary whirls to the goalie with flashing eyes, her mouth opened to speak. She then snaps her mouth closed, softens her features, and turns around to face the founder. “What should we do?” she asks instead, much more softly.

“We should steal THEIR database!” Emily cuts in, holding her hands out toward the screens. “And then we’ll be equal!”

“But that’s the rationale they purloined our database:” Katie jumps in. “Because they don’t possess a database of their own.”

“Couldn’t they just bought one in Amazon?” Emily asks with scrunched eyebrows and a frown. “That’s where we got ours from, right?”

Katie shakes her head with her eyes facing upward. “I cannot believe my works got juxtaposed to Amazon.”

Dani then gazes down at Emily. “I advise you, ladies, to take back what is yours.” She reverts her head to her left, peering at Emily and Nicole. “That is our database.” She turns to her right, looking at Katie. “It is not right for them to cross our territory and steal what isn’t theirs.”

Nicole narrows her eyes while sliding them from side to side. “Didn’t we do the same thing…?”

Hilary holds a hand up at her. “Stock, stop.”

She shrugs with a slight frown.

Hilary then faces in front of her, her vengeful eyes locked on the paused screen of the five CWHLers. “We’ll devise a plan,” she states lowly. “We go out at night.”

---

The night has fallen in the east coast of North America. In a desolated area in Centre Island, an island off the coast of Toronto, is a large, three-story, windowless building camouflaged in the darkness. This is the Canadian Women’s Hockey League’s power players’ headquarters.

Four figures step up to the ominous structure, halting yards in front of it.

“Remember the plan,” Hilary orders sternly in the shadows. “Us skaters will be a distraction, you goalies will be the ones to take at least the computer away. I know it’s very large, so we’ll attempt to distract as long as possible.

She turns to her right, where Katie is standing. “Fitz, use that strength.”

Katie nods her head. “Very well.”

Hilary reverts her attention to the shortest member of the group, who is on her other side. “Pfalzy, be as annoying as possible.”

“I’ve been practicing since I was born!” Emily exclaims ebulliently, giving her a thumbs up.

The Master turns back to her right, spotting the other goalie. “Stock, if you and Fitz are under attack, defend her.”

Nicole gives her a smirk with a nod. “You got it!”

“Alright.” Hilary faces the front of the building with a determined expression. “In the words of Patrick Kane, it’s showtime.”

---

Inside the gray-coloured, dreary, dimly-lit hallways of the CWHL power players’ headquarters are Nicole and Katie.

The two goalies are quietly stepping through the hallway, gazing around their surroundings for any sign of their stolen database or the CWHL power players themselves.

As they approach a left turn, Nicole turns to the tallest goalie and whispers, “Do you even know where we’re going?”

Katie whips her head at her, pressing her pointer finger against her lips. “Shhh!”

“But I’m asking you a--”

Nicole’s outcry gets cut short as Katie pulls her and herself back against the smooth wall by the corner. Katie has inquiring eyes at the opening of the turn.

Nicole knits her eyebrows at her turned head. “What?”

She turns to her and silently points upward toward the opening.

Nicole leans away from the wall, getting a good look at the opening. Situated high up in the corner on the other side in front of an archway is a security camera with a red light.

“Security camera,” she hears Katie whispering. “Can you burn it out?”

Nicole faces her, pressing her back against the wall once again. “Would they get the record of water blasting at it?”

Katie shoots her a gawk. “Well, furtively, of course. Steer your water up the wall it’s on.”

“Ah!” She nods in understanding. “The slow way. Right.”

Nicole then presses the palm of her hand against the wall. With her mental command, water begins dripping from her hand, down to the edge of the wall. The water glides around the corner, against the edge, nearing the camera on the other side.

Once it passes the camera smoothly and nears the archway, it crosses the empty hallway and gathers against the wall the camera is situated. It then slides up on the wall, defying gravity due to the strength of its owner. Becoming perpendicular to the camera’s wiring, it twists itself around the rubber cables, entering the camera and flooding it.

The camera’s light immediately goes out.

Katie nods her head at the sight. “Well done.” She peels herself from the wall and begins making the turn.

Nicole retracts the water back into her possession and follows her sidekick down the turn.

From ahead of her, Katie tells her, “Keep an eye out for--”

THUNK!

The two goalies halt, completely frozen. Katie flicks her eyes to the right, where the sound came from. Protruding from the archway’s wall, inches from her, is a silver blade quivering.

“Good eye you were keeping out,” a tough, snarky voice is heard remarking mockingly from behind them.

The goalies slowly turn around, facing the owner of the blade.

It is an average-height girl, yet shorter than both of them, with brown hair in bangs and a ponytail and blue eyes. She is wearing a different-styled black suit which bears the same clothing has skater hockey equipment, minus the bulkiness of the padding, gloves, helmet, and skates. In each of her hands is a knife-sized blade, which she is spinning around skillfully. This is Dru Burns, a forward and the power player of the Boston Blades, a CWHL team.

“Ah, Burns,” Katie starts off bitterly, her hands clasped in front of her. “Hello, there.”

Dru cocks her head. “Dropped by just to say hi?” She smirks.

Nicole throws her index finger in the air. “Actually, we were wondering if we could get--”

Dru instantly appears inches in front of her, a blade to the goalie’s throat; Nicole leans her head back in fright. “The answer would be no,” the skater snaps. “It’s in our possession. It’s now ours.”

“Release her!” Katie is heard barking from Dru’s left.

Dru snaps her head at the other goalie’s location. Katie now has her rifle out, its muzzle aimed at her.

Dru frowns at it. “That’s unfair: bringing a gun to a sword fight.”

“It was unjust that you purloined our database,” Katie points out sternly, keeping her gun up. “We aspire to return it to our possession.”

“Well, you know what else is ‘unjust’?” Dru pulls the blade away from Nicole and begins storming up to her. “That you and your fellow sidekicks intruded our field not just into the society, but also into the sport.” She halts in front of her, past the long barrel of her rifle, sticking her face up at her. “The CWHL came first, we should get the best and you guys can stay out of it.”

Nicole gawks at the two ladies. “Can’t we just share?”

Katie and Dru revert their gazes at her and shout: “No!”

Dru turns back to Katie with narrowed eyes. “That database is ours.”

Katie looms down at her. “It originally belongs to us. I constructed it.” She then whirls her head to her sidekick. “Stock, retreive it!”

Without saying a single word, Nicole dashes down the hallway, spinning her head from left to right and right to left in the hasty search for the computer. Yet there are no opened doors in sight: just rows and rows of gray, dull walls.

SLAM!

Nicole immediately stumbles backward, shaking her head. She then peers up at who she just bumped into.

It is a taller girl with silky, nicely-done brown hair, carefully-placed makeup, and blue eyes. This is Natalie Spooner, a forward and the power player of the Toronto Furies.

“OMG, I’m so sorry!” Natalie cries out in a bubbly voice, her eyes widening; she lightly covers her mouth with her hands to avoid smudging her lipstick. “I didn’t mean to bump into you!”

Nicole lets out an uneasy chuckle. “It’s okay, it’s okay, no worries!”

Natalie’s eyes quickly lock themselves with the goalie as she processes whom she is apologizing to. Her face then drops into an unamused expression; she drops her hands and points to her. “Oh. It’s you.” She peers ahead, spotting the other goalie, and reverts her pointing at her. “And you.”

“Julie was right,” Dru mutters from next to Katie with a scowl.

Natalie crosses her arms. “You guys better get out of here before I blow you out this place.”

“I suggest you do right now,” her sidekick remarks with a roll of her eyes. She pauses, then shakes her head. “No, Julie said no.”

“Ugh, why Julie?!” Natalie cries out, peering up at the fluorescent lights. She holds still before stating: “Right.”

Nicole gawks at the two skaters with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Our Master has telepathic abilities,” Natalie tells her, flicking her hand to move her hair away from her face.

“So I’ve noticed.” Katie darts her observing eyes at the two CWHLers.

“And she has also spotted your other two sidekicks,” Dru adds in cockily, her arms folded across her chest.

Nicole gasps, her hands on her cheeks. “Oh no!”

Katie throws her hands in the air. “Why are we dilly-dallying?” She turns to her sidekick and roars, “Nicole!”

Without missing a beat, Nicole immediately rushes through Natalie as if Natalie is made out of water, then and dashes down the hallway.

Dru spots the runaway goalie. “No!” She thrusts a blade across the next archway’s stretch.

Katie quickly aims the rifle at the whizzing blade and pulls the trigger.

BLAM!!!

The bullet flies out from the muzzle knocking into the blade with precise aim. The two metallic weapons clatter to the ground.

Natalie stares at Nicole as the goalie approaches another archway, rattling her mind as to how to stop her. She has an idea, yet it is a destructive one due to her powers. “I’m sorry, Julie!” she shouts. She then thrusts her arms out at her.

Instantly, as Nicole is entering the archway, the walls and ceiling around her explode, spewing wall material and dust all over the air.

“AAHHH!!!”

The force thrusts Nicole backward, throwing her onto her back and sliding her away from the explosion.

Dru begins charging at her, yet she does not go too far when Katie grabs the back of her collar.
The goalie then pulls her back with great strength, casting her down the hallway and out of sight with a fading yell.

“AAAHhhhhhh…!”

Back in the exploded sight, the cause of the burst steps up to the fallen goalie with a haughty mien.

“What should I do with you?” Natalie asks mockingly with a smirk.

Nicole cracks a smile. “Nothing.” She then whips out a clear sonokinetic ring, brimming with clear energy and vibrations. Slicing it up in the air, the ring emits a sharp, clear, high-frequent sound: EEEEEEE!!!

“AHCK!” Natalie covers her ears as she bares her teeth in pain. She then lowers herself down to her knees, attempting to bare the pain.

Nicole then dissolves the ring and hops to her feet effortlessly. She takes a good look at the blown out archway. Her eyes widen with hope.

On the other side of the crumbled walls is a rather large, yet almost empty room. Yet against the wall of the room, the goalie can see is the database computer of the NWHLers.

“I found it!” she announces gleefully.

Katie jogs up to her, her rifle put away, catching sight of her work. “Splendid! Let’s enter!”

The two goalies approach the fallen rubble and step over it, entering the room. With their eyes locked on the massive computer and nothing else, the two step up to it. Yet then are immediately halted when another person slips into their path.

It is a lady with almond-shaped, brown eyes, and fine, black hair. This is Julie Chu, a forward and power player of Les Canadiennes de Montréal.

“Hello, ladies,” Julie tells them gently, her arms crossed.

The two goalies stare at her with blank stares.

A streak of blue and red energy then flashes across Julie’s eyes.

Katie blinks, nodding her head. “We’ll vacate now.”

Nicole gives her a quick wave. “Nice seeing you.”

Julie gives them a sweet smile as they turn around and exit the room.

---

Meanwhile, another battle is brewing outside of the headquarters.

A large, deep peal of thunder echoes throughout the area: BOOOMMMM!!!!

Down below on the ground, Emily becomes visible for a moment while slowly down her running as the ground lurches underneath her. She then resumes increasing her speed, becoming invisible again.

“I’m beginning to see you!” a high-pitched, squeaky voice is heard shouting from the storming skies.

Another low clap of thunder rumbles across the area: BOOOOMMMM!!!

Emily flicks back into sight, screeching to a slow as the ground vibrates. “ACHK!” She then brings up her halting to a high-speed run, becoming invisible again.

From above, the owner of the thunder is floating in the tempestuous skies. She has her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, which is being whipped through the harsh gales, and blue eyes with her innocent-appearing facial features. This is Erica Howe, the goalie and power player of the Brampton Thunder.

“I think I know where you are!” Erica calls out. She then conjures a long, crackling bolt of glowing white electricity and thrusts it down at where Emily turned visible.

The bolt crashes against the asphalt, blasting into millions of sparks.

“Ugh!” Erica spits in frustration. She then slams her fist in the air.

Another rumble of thunder ripples through the area, shaking the ground.

BOOOOMMMM!!!

She spots Emily reappearing for a split second before mixing in with her surroundings.

“You’re fast,” Erica points out tiredly.

“At least I am fast!” Emily’s voice is heard hollering. “Whoopee!!!”

Erica quickly unleashes another invisible rumble of thunder toward Emily’s direction.

BOOOOMMMM!!!

Nearby on ground level, Hilary is in a power-blasting lock with the fifth power player of the CWHL. The power player has shoulder-length brown hair with blonde highlights and brown eyes. This is Claudia Telléz, a Mexican skater and power player of the Calgary Inferno.

Hilary is emitting a thick blast of luminous, yellow-coloured pride energy as Claudia is emitting radiant, roaring red and orange fire. The ground shakes beneath them, causing the two to stumble and have their power streams shake in weakness.

Claudia quickly snaps her head behind her should, narrowing her eyes up at Erica. “¡Estáte quieto, no puedo pelear con tu trueno!”

Erica peers down at her sidekick, shooting her hands to her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she cries out. “I don’t know what you’re saying, but I’m sorry!” She quickly releases another roll of thunder.

“¡Cállate!” Claudia shouts at her, struggling to hold her fire against Hilary’s energy.

Emily then appears on the roof of the headquarters, feet below Erica. “I think she wants you to be quiet.”

Erica peers down at her with a saddened frown. “Ugh, but I need my thunder to catch you!”

“Well, don’t catch me!” The defenceman shrugs with raised eyebrows. “Easy enough!”

The goalie throws her hands in the air. “But I need to! You’re crossing our territory and--” She pauses as the realization of whom she is talking to crosses her mind. “HAH!” She whips out a bolt of white electricity and thrusts it at her.

Emily quickly slides out of the bolt’s way, letting it whiz by her and clash against the roof. “Missed!” She then turns around and disappears.

“Uggghhhh…” Erica covers her face with her hands. “I’m failing…,” she croaks out in defeat. She then perks her head up with lit-up eyes at an idea. “I know! Rain!” She pulls her hands away from her face. “Rain will slow her down!” She then raises her hands in the air, squeezing a sheet of waterdrops from the gray clouds.

Back on ground level, Hilary and Claudia are now throwing projectiles at each other.

Hilary releases a ball of yellow energy.

Claudia balls up a flame and lobs it at the energy, blasting it into sparks. She then conjures pummeling flames with both hands and pushes them out toward Hilary. Yet they do not go far when a thick sweep of rain pours down, dousing the fire into smoke.

Claudia’s eyes widen at the sight with shock. Then with a face filled with fury, she snaps her head upward to face her sidekick as the droplets roll down her face and hair. “¡Detener la lluvia, estás apagando mi fuego!”

Erica peers down at her furious partner with fear. “I’m gonna have to tell to Julie to not pair me with Claudia…!” she squeaks with tearing eyes.

Spotting this perfect opportunity with a distracted opponent, Hilary uses all her strength to generate a wave of yellow energy. “AhhhHHHH!!!!” She then unleashes it at Claudia.

The energy strikes the skater, throwing her onto the soaked ground, spraying water everywhere.

Claudia peers at her predicament, aghast. “¡No!”

Hilary lets out a huff. “Finally, I understand something from you!” She whips out a ribbon of yellow energy and lassos it around her with a flick of her wrist.

“¡No te saldrás con esto!” Claudia yells, writhing in the pride-powered restraints. She flicks her angry eyes up at the hovering goalie. “¡Eso incluye a ti, Erica!”

Erica peers down at her tied sidekick with tears streaking down her eyes. “I’m sorry, Claudia!” she wails. “I didn’t mean to-- WHOA!” She halts her talking as a ribbon of light blue energy is wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides.

The owner of the ribbon is standing on the roof once again. “I just remembered I had this ability!” Emily tells her happily. “Knighter reminded me!” She nods down to her Master.

From below, Hilary rolls her eyes. “Oh, Pfalzy.”

The front doors of the building are thrown open; Nicole and Katie run out from them in haste.

Hilary spots them with excitement. “Great! Did you guys get the computer?”

“We’ve got to depart from here,” Katie tells her sternly with fear.

“Yeah, we should.” Nicole nods her head. “Let them have it.”

Hilary knits her eyebrows at them in confusion. Her facial expressions then relax as a blank stare takes over her face. She then nods her head. “You’re right. Let’s go guys.” She lets go of the end of her yellow-coloured ribbon, letting it dissolve.

From the rooftop, Emily lets go of her ergokinetic rope. “Nice fighting with you all!” She announces. She then disappears from the roof, reappearing next to Hilary a few seconds later.

The four NWHLers then exit the CWHL power players’ grounds calmly, leaving the two defeated CWHLers alone.

Erica softly lands on the ground as the storm above her morphs into a tranquil night. In front of her, Claudia gets up on her feet.

“¿Cómo?” Claudia asks in a bewildered expression ahead of her.

Erica walks up to her, scratching her head. “Well, that’s strange.” She halts next to her.

The two peer at each other with blank expressions. They then nod their heads in understanding. “Julie.”

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