PROLOGUE
"We can't let them win this," snarled a rather young-looking man as he skated alongside another slightly older man, "I won't let it happen."
The other man just smiled and nudged his friend encouragingly, "Oh come on, Crosby," he laughed lightly, "They'll never make it that far."
Crosby grunted under his breath and gave his friend a doubtful look.
"You sure about that?" he asked as he snatched up a puck with his stick, "Alex has that team all revved up. They already made it to the first round of the playoffs! And that Mike Green guy…he worries me. He's good…too good."
His friend sneered in disgust, "Green? He's a pushover. Don't worry about him, Sidney its Alex we have to worry about. But you know what they say, kill the head…"
"And the body will die," finished Crosby quietly as he skated slowly alongside his best friend.
"Exactly! So stop giving the Capitals so much credit. We've beaten them before so we'll just beat them again."
"That's the spirit, Malkin!" exclaimed a man wearing a white warm-up outfit as he skated out onto the ice, "Crosby that's enough of your negativity! Alright, now let's start with some warm-up drills, that is unless you want to whine some more?"
Crosby just sneered as Malkin turned to follow their warm-up coach to the other side of the rink. Crosby muttered under his breath as he skated behind them.
"I don't care what either of you say. The Capitals are a threat and they need to be taken care of. And the sooner…the better."