A few months later, Jimmy Howard was standing in front of an abandoned building in the Detroit foggy night. But he was not alone--he had his followers behind him.
"So... what do you think?" Jimmy turned around to face his sidekicks, waiting for an answer. He had a calm, yet evil voice, dragging out the last syllable of the sentence.
"It's bill-ding," Alex Ovechkin pointed out with a voice that sounded like a robot's.
"I am fully aware that it's a building, Alex, but would it be nice for our...headquarters?"
"We're gonna have headquarters?" Ben Bishop asked in a deep, yet also quick voice, making a puzzled look.
"Yes...weren't you listen, Ben?"
"Why are we gonna have headquarters?"
Jimmy sighed and muttered, "I'm never gonna go anywhere like this." Then he raised his voice. "We are gonna headquarters, and I hope you're all listenin' because I don't want anymore questions asked: we are gonna have headquarters for the EHP."
"'Cause we're the EHP, right?" Carey Price asked in a hippy-like, yet bouncy and quick voice.
"Right... Let's go inside and check it out." Jimmy walked inside and turned on the lights, revealing a white hallway. "This is nice. Let's see the other rooms." He checked the small rooms such as the meeting room and what seemed like the dining room and kitchen. "So what do you think about this now?"
"I like it! It's sold!" Ben piped in.
"Great... We'll clean it up, and move in. But first, we need to talk. Let's go to the meeting room."
They walked into the meeting room which had chairs and a long table; they sat down with Jimmy at the end of the table and the rest on the side.
"So, shall we go over the plan? But first, do you know what our purpose is?" Jimmy interlaced his fingers on the table top.
"To take over the NHL!" Carey shouted happily.
"You got that right. And how are we gonna take over the NHL?"
There was silence for a moment.
"By pow-wer," Alex finally answered.
"Yes, yes, of course by our powers. But that's not enough. I have two steps to take over the NHL."
"First we get rid of the GHP...?" Ben gritted his teeth.
"Yes, that's practically step one. Now what's the second one?"
"We take over the NHL HQs!" Carey said.
"Good...so you guys were listening to me on the way here."
"But why does the HQs have to be here? Why can't they be in, like, St. Louis?" Ben asked.
"Because I'm the Master of the EHP."
"And what made you Master?" Ben crossed his arms.
"The fact that I thought of making the EHP again and finding you guys to help me out and planning to take over the NHL," Jimmy answered quickly.
"Can I be at least the alternative Master?"
"No, there's no such thing as that."
"There can be--"
"No, I said there can't be--"
"But you can make one--"
"Ben, can you please just--"
"I can fry you--"
"Well, I can strike you--"
"I can zap you--"
"I can, too--"
"So who's in the GHP?" Carey smiled largely, hoping to redirect the argument to another topic.
"Elliott...Brian Elliott..." Jimmy narrowed his gray eyes.
"That's it?"
Jimmy smiled. "Yup...isn't that lovely? He doesn't even have a team ready for us...we are gonna beat him up quickly!" He snapped his finger.
Alex began to chuckle evilly with an evil smile. "I like..."
"Goooooood, goooood, that's the spirit."
Alex clapped the tips of his fingers close to him excitedly.
"So, who's gonna play against Elliott next?" Jimmy asked.
"Uhhh... I don't know my schedule...," Ben said.
"You don't know who you're playing against?" Jimmy raised his eyebrows.
"No..."
"And that is another why I'm the Master of the EHP--because I know my schedule. I'm gonna play against the Sharks. Here, in Detroit." Jimmy looks at his hand.
"I just played against them and we won...three to one," Carey announced.
"Nice to know... Now that I know that you beat them, I'm gonna beat them...easily. But I'm not gonna play." He put his hand down on his lap.
"Why?" Ben made an odd look.
"Because...I have some evil business to do..." Jimmy smirked evilly.
"And your coach'll be okay with that?"
"Oh yea, I'll just say that I'm hurt and I'll just hang out in the medical room."
"Can I do that?" Carey asked excitedly.
"Only if you know how to hack into computers."
"Ohhh..." Carey's face fell into a frown. "That's a problem."
"Yes..."
"I can control computers." Ben placed his elbow on the table.
"How can you control computers--you have lightning powers."
"And what do computers run on?"
"Electricity, not lightning."
"Lightning and electricity are made out of the same exact thing which gives me the ability to control electronic devices. That's why I say that touch screen device are useless."
"Well, I say that they're not because not everyone has lightning powers like you."
"Oh well, too bad."
"What is hack-king?" Alex asked.
"Hacking is...breaking into a computer to get information... Is that the correct definition of 'hacking'?"
"Wait, I got my iPad right here! They just came out in April! They're amazing! Let's see..." Carey pulled out his iPad and touched it a few times.
"And I was just talking about those things," Ben muttered to himself.
"The definition of hacking is: cut with rough or heavy blows."
"You des-choy com-piu-ters?" Alex's blue eyes were wide.
"That's not the hacking we're talking about here, Price," Ben told Carey.
"Oh, whoops." Price looked down at his iPad again.
"See, I told you, those things are good for nothin'," Ben told Jimmy.
"The definition of the hacking we're talking about is: use a computer to gain unauthorized access to data in a system."
"Why need day-ta?"
"So that we can gain control of the NHL!" Jimmy pumped his fist in the air.
"But unauthorized...." Carey frowned.
"We need to do it without permission, Carey. We won't be able to do what we need to do if we follow the rules and ask permission."
"And you always read people's minds and control 'em without permission, right?" Ben added on.
"Oh yea... Okay, let's do this thing!"
"Good, you guys know what to do: take any opportunity to be one step closer to taking over the NHL, use your powers if you need to, but remember...don't let anyone catch you and tell...because if that happens...then we all go..." Jimmy made some of his red energy explode in his hands. "Okay?"
Everyone agreed by nodding heads.
"Good. Let's go get some rest now... Tomorrow's--"
"One day closer to Christmas!" Carey jumped out from his chair.
"And New Year's," Ben added, getting out of his chair.
"'n I go bah-k to Ruh-sha." Alex stood up.
"Yea, yea, that is true, but that's not what I was thinking what tomorrow is..." Jimmy looked at the room and saw that it was empty. "Well, they're fast at getting outta here. Tomorrow...is gonna be busy..." Jimmy walked out of the room.