"Great job today, team!" Jack cheers as C9 walk back into their house after reverse sweeping Impulse. Just one more series to go, and C9 would complete their miracle run to worlds for the third year in a row. Content, he slips off toward his bed and falls asleep immediately.
He jerks awake with a startled gasp and looks toward the clock on his bedside. 3:22 AM doto joke . What had he been dreaming about again...? With a spike of panic, he remembers: CLG can't beat Xpecial in a BO5, so all the faith HotshotGG had loaned him before the regionals wouldn't help C9 against the dominant first seed team. Now covered in a sheen of cold sweat, he looks around frantically for some source of inspiration.
His HTC phone rings, to his complete surprise. Who's calling at this hour? he wonders groggily. As he picks up the phone, ReginaId's rough voice barks into the headset, nearly causing Jack to drop the phone.
"Good morning, Jack."
"Regi... Ah, that's right, you're in Korea. What are you calling for?"
"I was wondering if you wanted some help against TL."
Puzzling. Help from Regi, who had supported TL in the Badawi case and on their reality tv show? "I thought you were friends with the TL staff?"
"I am. But not all of their players," Regi replies, voice turning darker. "Xpecial... I will not allow that man to go to worlds. I am willing to do anything to stop him, even concede the finals to CLG."
Was he suggesting...? No, surely not. Just a figure of speech.
"Anyway," Regi continued after an awkward pause, "We're sending you the TSM jerseys we used to 3-1 TL in the semifinals. They'll pack the necessary punch for you to beat them. We don't need them anymore because we've got a full set of the 03-SM model hoodies that we ordered as replacements a while back. They're super comfortable and warm! You should really buy a few of them from solomid.net as well when you get the chance."
"Ah, thanks for the jerseys," Jack stammers. What the hell is with Regi and the hoodies? "Can I repay you some other way? Maybe a yearly supply of bananas or something?"
Another pause, and when Regi replies Jack can hear the confusion in the other primate's voice. "Uh, no. I hate bananas. You know that. And for payment - we received a cheque for 100000 Chinese Yuan from someone going by EllDee and a request to make one of TL's members cry. That'll cover the operating expenses."
"Thank you so much, Regi." A thought strikes him as he starts to end the call. "Wait - how do you intend to get the jerseys to me?"
"Open the front door, Jack." Regi replies cryptically.
Puzzled, Jack does so.
"Oddone?!?!"
The balding man sneers. "That's GENERAL OddOne to you, pleb. Now gimme that phone." He yanks the HTC roughly out of Jack's hands. "FUCK YOU REGI," he screams. He hands the phone back, tosses the package of jerseys to Jack, then storms down the porch.
Jack stares at the package in his hands with a growing smile. With this weapon at his disposal, there was no way C9 could lose tomorrow.