"Next up is ... oh, not, Buffalo again." Gary Bettman looked up at the screen with fear of what he would see. To the command centre, he whispers, "Any progress getting a SWAT team into Kevyn Adams' location?"
"They are almost in, sir."
A rattled whisper that sounded like it came from beyond the grave emanates from the speakers. "Gary ... drafting ... now." The bangs and yelling are louder than mere minutes before.
"Yes ... umm, Kevyn. It is your turn to draft. Unless you want to unlock the door and let the ..."
"We ... will ... pick."
A full minute passes without response. "We are still here, Kevyn. Are you?"
"We see ... Zu ... Zu ..."
A sudden crash leads to much commotion as several yelling voices come towards the camera.
"Kevyn Adams, we are here to help. Please put down the knife and let us ... oh my ..."
"Zu - Bek."
"Careful, that's his own blood. Get the knife, get the KNIFE!"
Adams flashes the knife and an off-camera scream is heard. Several shots ring out and Adams slumps forward.
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED! HELLO, this is Commissioner Gary Bettman, and all of this is being transmitted live."
Bettman's earpiece comes to life. "Sir, they have Mr. Adams constrained. He's alive but barely."
"So now what do we ..."
"Wait, sir, they are reporting that there is something written in blood on the floor. It's a name. Patryk ... Zubek. My goodness, sir, he wrote his last pick in his own blood. Why would someone do that?"
Bettman brings one hand up to his forehead and rubs both temples. He remains silent for about 10 seconds, and then looks up with the fakest smile ever made in the history of smiling.
"Okay, we have Buffalo's pick in.
Patryk Zubek from Slovakia. Let's move on, shall we?"
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