When humanity is threatened only the super powered might of the Toronto Maple Leafs can be counted on to save the day. The Leafs have undergone a major overhaul this year. Of all the changes, none has been more impactful than the addition of a squadron based tactical deployment that head coach Mike Babcock and GM Kyle Dubas designed to keep the peace on the mean Toronto streets. Today we follow Damasque squad: Defence.

Morgan Rielly is feeling very comfortable in this system. As a technopath he is used to finding crazy operating systems that threaten to wreak havoc on his perspective. Happily today he has found himself in a very tidy space, sadly it’s been used to cause no end of trouble. The Toronto Maple Leafs have located one of the suspected hideouts of a mysterious villain that has been hiding from the team all year long. Once they found this lair Morgan moved in quick to isolate the building from the internet and secure all the devices within. For an apparently abandoned building there is an alarming number of cell phones inside.

Morgan hasn’t spent a lot of time searching through the phones, content for the moment to have access to them all. Most of his attention is on the server hidden in the buildings basement. It is locked, and very well, but Morgan is patient. His teammates aren’t.

“Mo, we gotta move!” Ron Hainsey grabs Morgans arms pulls him down the hall as bullets tear apart the flipped over table Mo and Ron had been using as cover..

It’s not that Mo had forgotten that he was in the middle of a firefight, he just stopped caring about it for a few minutes.

“Okay, let go” Mo takes his arm back from Ron as he uses the digitized lairs elegant interface to close and lock the door behind them. “We have to get to the basement. This way.”

Mo uses the villains technological brilliance against them to navigate the base, it’s almost too easy to clear a path while locking out the many armed minions. The maze of corridors that would have confounded any other attacker might as well be a well lit path for Mo. Every step takes him closer to his goal and with every step he feel more and more sure that he will make it in time. Then he opens the door to the server room and his heart sinks.

Standing over the smashed up remnants of several processing towers is P.K. Subban of the Nashville Predators.

“Hey guys.” P.K. greets his fellow heroes warmly. “I was a little bored so I thought I’d fight some crime. Don’t worry I totally wrecked this stuff.”

“You… But…” Morgan is at a loss for words. “Thanks.” He finally settles on.

“No problem, that’s how we do.” P.K. stomps on the broken circuitry and does a fun little dance. “Smashville!”

Morgan and Ron leave quietly. Mo knows there is a lesson to be learned here, he just doesn’t appreciate it right now.