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POV: GunnerThe locker room after the game had the specific quality of a space where something significant had happened and everyone present was still processing whether it was over.It wasn't over. Gunner knew that. The fight had been real and the ejection had been real and the suspension was real and whatever was going to happen next was going to be real, but none of that was what the reporters wanted to talk about. What the reporters wanted was the narrative version, the clean story they could package and distribute, and they had descended on the locker room with the focused patience of people who understood that they were going to get something worth having and were simply waiting for access.Gunner had washed the blood off his face because the coach had told him to and because he was not entirely unreasonable about everything. He'd changed into his street clothes with the efficiency of a man who wanted to be somewhere else and was managing the intermediate steps as quickly as pos

POV: GunnerGetting away from the press had proved impossible.He'd already given them their statement the night of the game, already said the minimum viable version of everything they were going to get from him, and he'd been under the reasonable impression that this was sufficient. The impression had not survived contact with the reality of a story that was apparently going to have legs regardless of his cooperation.They found him outside the gym two days after the game. They found him at the grocery store. They found him, with the specific persistence of people who had GPS and no shame, at locations he had not publicly announced his presence at and had not invited anyone to attend. He gave them nothing new each time, which did not stop them from being there the next time, and eventually he accepted that the only effective strategy was to not be anywhere that had more than one exit.He stayed in his apartment. He trained. He read. He watched things that had nothing to do with hocke

POV: GunnerGunner heard him coming before he saw him.That was Kensei's particular quality of movement, unhurried and deliberate, the footfalls of someone who was going somewhere specific and had decided on the pace and was not going to be rushed by anything. Gunner recognized it the way he recognized most things about Kensei, with the peripheral awareness of a man who had been in close proximity to someone for two seasons and had catalogued them without making a formal decision to do so.He didn't slow down.The arena was still quiet at this hour. Staff and security doing the pre-game work, the building in the particular state of organized preparation that preceded the arrival of nineteen thousand people with opinions and foam fingers and no useful role in what was about to happen. Gunner moved through it with his gear bag on his shoulder and the specific interior noise that had been running since he'd gotten in his car, which was substantial and showed no signs of quieting.He had

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThe first period was a disaster before it started.Khyle knew this the way you knew weather, not from a single indicator but from the accumulated evidence of everything at once. The specific quality of the Hollows coming off the bench. The way their first line hit the ice with the focused energy of a team that had been told something specific in their locker room and had decided to implement it immediately. The way Kyle Irons went into the boards thirty seconds in and stayed down long enough for the medical staff to come out, and when he finally made it to the bench the look on his face said the night was going to be a long one.For everyone.The crowd responded to this the way crowds always responded to injuries that were someone else's fault, which was with the specific righteous fury of people who had money in the outcome and were not going to sit down about it.The Reapers adjusted. They always adjusted. The question was whether the adjustment was going

POV: KhyleYou didn't need skill or talent to face off against the Hollows.You needed a survival plan.Khyle had arrived at the second period with a modified version of his. The modifications were largely tactical, involving a recalibrated awareness of where Nolan Girard was at any given moment and a specific intention to be somewhere else when possible. Girard was six feet four inches of deliberate physical problem who had been making Reapers players' evenings complicated since before Khyle joined the team, and tonight he had identified number fifteen as a project and was pursuing it with the focused patience of someone who had decided this was going to be a meaningful interaction and was going to see it through.Khyle had other intentions.The second period opened with the Reapers down three to one and the Hollows operating at the specific pitch of a team that had been told they were winning and that this was simply a matter of maintaining the conditions that had produced the resul