Alex Ovechkin and Nicklas Backstrom make it to Ovechkin's house in Moscow. Ovechkin, in a mad fury, roars loudly and slams the door shut. "Those double crossing, no good--UGH! BACKSTROM!"

Backstrom cowers slightly at the infuriated man. "Y-y-yes Ovi?"

Ovechkin spins around and grabs Backstrom by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in close to his face. "How could you NOT see that? Because of you, I've lost that damn Blue to give Guzzler, that insufferable Dallas Star and all of his friends. AND on top of that, Ulianna is still alive!!"

Backstrom winces. "Look, I saw nothing about that scenario. Besides, don't you think your little friend Guzzler or Kesler would have done something?"

Ovechkin scowls at him but slowly relaxes his grip.

Suddenly a flash of fire lights up the room and then Brendan Gallagher appears. He waves his hand in a circle, causing his fiery teleporter cloud to vanish. "Perhaps you need some help, Ovechkin? Fire comes in handy you know. I can always trap the bastards in a nice ring of fire...what do you say?" He smirks at them.

"Gally, you'll definitely be needed. I think it's time to head back to America and have a little meeting with my buddy."

"Sweet. You know I'm still not happy that blond Lightning prick got away! I had him literally begging for his life, until his friends showed up! But it won't happen again! This time, I'll get him and end it!" Gallagher snickers wickedly and rubs his hands together mischievously. "End him."

"'Cause killing his father AND his best friend wasn't enough for you huh?" Ovechkin questions with a roll of his eyes.

"No, not really...I like to FINISH the job," Gallagher remarks.

Ovechkin punches Gallagher in the arm. "Watch it, Hab!"

"Let's just get to America and meet up with your telepathic Duck friend, Ovi," Gallagher snarls, waving his hand in a circle, making his fire portal reappear before he quickly makes it vanish once more. He spins around and raises an eyebrow at Ovechkin. "Wait! Where are we going to meet up with your friend? Have you communicated with him?"

Ovi laughs. "Of course. You forget Gally, Kesler and I are connected, so I have a sixth sense on where he is. He's in Dallas of course, given he's playing Tyler Seguin and playing the gullible Stars."

"Alright, if you say so..." He spins back and recreates the portal once more. "Ladies first, Backs."

Backstrom rolls his eyes and jumps into the portal, followed by Ovi and then finally Gallagher. They find themselves standing in the middle of the American Airline Center's lobby, where Kesler is waiting for them.

"KESLER!" Ovechkin shouts out.

"Ah, my friends... I heard you wanted to see me. To speak to me." He lifts a finger to his forehead, winking at them.

"Yes, look--" Ovechkin begins to say.

"I have a plan you all may like. Especially you, Mr. Gallagher." He motions for them to follow him and they do, walking into the empty locker room, while Gallagher smirks, snickers and rubs his hands together greedily. "For now, the Stars aren't here, lucky for us, huh?" Kesler remarks as he closes the doors and locks them. "Now, let's see here..."

"Just get on with it!" Ovechkin snaps.

Kesler slides up to him. "Keep in mind, I made you who you are, I can easily get rid of you!"

Valeri Nichushkin and Vladislav Namestnikov high-five one another as they walk off the ice together.

"You know, I'm not sure this would normally be a good thing for Yzerman or the staff to see, but I like playing with you, Val." Vladdy smiles sweetly at the Dallas Star. "I mean the Lightning will still wipe the ice with your team tonight but...it's refreshing being able to hang out and practice as friends!"

"Everyone like play with Val," Val states with a chuckle.

"Careful, your arrogance could be bad for you!" Vladdy teases. There is a pause before he suddenly stops smiling as they pass by the closed locker room and he hears muffled shouts coming from inside. "Val." He nods to the doors and the two forward sneak over and press their ears against the doors to listen in.

"Look, Ovi, you're a pawn in my wicked scheme okay. I need your powers! We can make this all work out and we can win," someone says.

"That sound like Kesler," Val whispers. "Ryan Kesler...but I thought..."

"Yeah." Vladdy nods. "Why is Kesler...?"

"Whatever the plan is, I must say you're playing Tyler Seguin perfectly," another voice pipes up full of sarcasm and harshness.

"Gallagher..." Vladdy gasps and steps back. "What's he doing here? That's not a good sign..."

"I no know, maybe we should investigate. You can use powers if necessary, right?" Val states, clenching a fist at his side. "Vladdy?"

"No, no. I gotta get help!" Vladdy says, shaking his head.

"Come on, Vladdy, it just Gally and Ovi and Tyler..." Val remarks. "I owe that Capital a nice punch to face anyway."

Vladdy's heart beats faster and he shakes his head. "You don't understand... Gally, he's..." He feels a familiar warm feeling on his skin and dreads what he thinks it is. The temperature rises and he fears what is happening and where it is coming from.

"He what, Vladdy?" Val presses.

"He's his arch enemy," the familiar voice sneers from behind them.

Vladdy and Val gasp and whirl around to spot Gallagher standing with one hand on his hips and one hand ignited in fire. "Gally!" they both scream in unison.

"Oh please, don't let me stop you from snooping on our conversation to destroy everyone and everything!" Gallagher spits.

Vladdy hides behind Val.

"You ever gonna man up and fight me? Come on. Avenge your father and your best friend, Vladislav!" Gallagher taunts. "It's only a little fire...and me. Besides you had enough courage to kill my brother all those years ago!"

Vladdy shakes his head and grips onto Val. "Don't let him get me, Valeri! "

Val rolls his eyes, finding no fear in the fire and not understanding Vladdy fright. "What you do to Tyler?"

"The better question Nichushkin, is what did Tyler do to Kesler...or Guzzler rather?" Gallagher snarls. "Looks like you both are in the wrong place at the wrong time. And luckily for me, the sweet, arrogant blond kid is here. Ready for another round, Namestnikov?"