"Alright, here's the deal. Tomorrow is the biggest game of the year. And the Draven City Talons get on a cheating frenzy around this time." I say in front of the group.

"Tell us something we don't." Roadhog shouts from the back of the break room.

Some of the guys slapped him on the back and laughed along with him.

I chuckled when the laughter died down. "Oh... Wow. Uh, hey, Roadhog. You know what position I am, right?"

"Medical Agent." He says, as if I had asked him what 1+1 was.

"Okay. Good. Making sure you realized that. I also wanna make sure you realize that I have the power to pull you out of the game for an injury." I walked up to the table he was sitting at as I spoke.

His smirk faded.

"You wanna try me now, wise ass?" I ask, slamming my hands on the table.

He shook his head rapidly. "No, ma'am."

"Then shut the hell up." I backed up and walked around the room. "The same goes for all of you. I don't care if you're rich, the best player, worst player, the only player worth a shot on this team or if you're my brother. I will pull you from tomorrow's game. I did it for the Spurs, I'll do it here, too. Don't matter to me. I still get paid whether you win or lose. So does Coach Mathers. You can't go crying to him if I pull you, because he'll already know why you were pulled. Am I clear?"

I got a series of Yes Ma'am's and yes.

"Good. So you gonna listen now?"

"Yes, ma'am." "Ears open."

"Good. Now like I was saying. Meyers, aka Reaper, is known for using some sort of cheat to get by in a game. And what happens every single time? We get penalized. It could be for the dumbest thing ever, too. Correia's skate lace could be untied and we get a penalty for that. Now we have our downs and get a fair share of penalties, like whenever Reinhardt goes too fast and knocks out a player of the enemy team."

I got a couple of laughs.

"But Coach and I have come up with a way to challenge the penalties as they happen unlimitedly. I want you to meet this year's leading Ref, Aleksandra Zaryanova."

The neon pink-haired woman came in, pushing a chair out of the way so she didn't crush it. I gave her a light hug and did that French friendly kiss thing. (Anybody know what that's called?)

She got a few hoots and hollers when she walked in, of course.

"That ass, though!" One of the guys shouted.

Aleksandra's head whipped around to where it came from as the others started laughing.

Coach blew his whistle and everyone immediately shut up. "The hell is wrong with y'all?!" He huffed and crossed his arms. "Miss Zaryanova, I am so sorry. I'd expect my guys to know better." He gritted his teeth on that last part.

"It is alright. And please, I go by Zarya."

He nodded. "Please, carry on."

I nodded. "Zarya is a very good friend of mine. I actually managed to get her a job working here, just in time for the Championship game. There anything you'd like to say to the guys?"

She nodded and turned to the group. "Vsem privet.¹ I am Zarya. I will be the leading referee for this game. Then I will quit and return home with G-zha Ashleigh² and the rest of you."

I nod. "I have shown Zarya every penalty causing act Talon has. It should be easier for her to call them out and evaluate for an actual penalty."

"U vas yest' kakiye-libo voprosy ko mne?³"

A couple of hands went up.

"Involving tomorrow's game." I clarify.

All of the hands went down.

Figures.

"Now here's the deal," Coach says, moving to the front of the room. "No one can know that we have her here on our side. She is just another employee working at the rink to us until we are in the airport, getting ready to board to go home." He looked to us. "Is there anything else you wanted to go over, Ashleigh? Zarya?"

Zarya shook her head, looking to me.

"Oh! One more thing. All of your equipment is to stay with you tonight. We remember what happened the last time they played against us and all of the skates were ruined. That's not happening this time. I will count every helmet, pair of skates, shoulder pads, gloves, sticks, etcetera, before we leave if I have to. Have I made myself clear?"

I got more Yes Ma'am's.

"Good. That's really all I have."

Coach nodded and looked at his clipboard. "Uh... Other than that we have a new assistant medical agent, that's it. Alright, load up. Grab all equipment."

They got up from their chairs and started to file out of the room. Zarya and I went up to Mather's for any last information.

"Okay, Ashleigh, here's the file for your assistant; Zarya, you were not at this meeting. Is that clear?"

She nodded. "Da ser."⁴

He looked at me for a translation.

"Yes, she understands." I say, tucking the folder under my arm.

He nodded. "Good. Let's roll, guys!"

I hugged Zarya goodbye and followed Coach out, running to catch up to Jesse.

He smirked when I got next to him. "Howdy, Blossom. You're becoming more of a badass everyday." He pulled me in for a side hug.

I scrunched my nose and pushed back from him. "Ew. We can hug after you shower."

He laughs. "Whatever you say."

I nudged his arm and he leaned in a little closer to hear. "I need to talk to you later. In private."

He nods and rests a hand on my shoulder. "Whatever you need, Ash."

I smirk and follow the guys out into the locker rooms.

They dropped all of their equipment in the storage containers we had, with was then locked by me, then loaded onto the bus and the door was closed by me.

Not taking any chances.

Russian
¹Vsem privet - Hello, everyone.
²G-zha Ashleigh - Ms. Ashleigh
³U vas yest' kakiye-libo voprosy ko mne? - Do you have any questions for me?
⁴Da ser - Yes sir

Part THREE?????

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Ayeeee. It's part 100! 😁