Opening Night

It was a rather common occurrence that an eyelash would find itself in Joe Owner's daily cup of coffee, served over the counter at a nationwide chain. What he didn't know wouldn't kill him. He sipped his black coffee on his stroll from the car garage to his office at the top of the arena, as he had often done, completely unaware of the plans set in place by Tiberius Kane. Again, as he had often done. Kane was a clever opponent in any battlefield, and control over the team was no different. He had big plans for opening night. At last the world would finally see the Brotherhood of Nod not as a terrorist organization, but as a brand. They would welcome Nod into their households as they had Nike, General Electric, Pepsi. And if we're being honest here, is it really that different? Nod shrugged off the veil of dishonesty, stood naked to the world in total truthfulness. So there was a little death involved. There's death involved in the chocolate trade, but at least we're not pretending. What they didn't know about Nod was no more dangerous than what they did. That portion was better left to the future, when the public was ready. For now, a modest showing of force in the area. A buy-in to the NHL that couldn't be turned down. The fans might not like it at first, but they would learn.