“Corky! Get your ass in here.  We need to discuss how you played the last game….”  Shoresy said as he hung up the phone.  His right hand, while a lovely piece of eye candy, was an absolutely terrible hockey player.  

Corky cringed on the other end of the phone as her boss mentioned how she played in the last game.  Visions of broken sticks, shins and blood covered ice came flooding back into her consciousness.  She shrugged her shoulders and made her way to Shoresy’s office.   She got to the door, walked it and swung the chair in front of his desk around and sat there with one leg on either side of the back and her arms over the top. 

“What's up with my last game?  I did good right?  I mean I took out a couple of their top guys.  That’s good, right?”

“You broke their shins, and sliced their legs open.  You’re supposed to give them a black eye, knock them out at most.  NOT maim them.”

The don rolled her eyes at her boss, “You never said HOW to take them out of the game.”

“And tell me, when I asked you to join… Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t even know how to skate, let alone know how to play hockey!”

“You never asked.”  The woman shrugged as she spoke.

“COOORRRRRRKYYYYY” Shoresy droned back to her.

“WHAT?  I’m getting better. I can skate in a straight line now!”

“Look. Corky.  You’re terrible, and most of the time you’re not even with the team.  You’re out robbing the fans.  I brought you here to be a damned hockey player, not some sort of phantom thief or whatever.  So, you’re off the team Corksters, you're out.  I got you a nice empty space just for you though…. “Shoresy said as he whipped a set of keys at the woman across from him.

“Can I at least keep the jersey?”  She asked. “...and what am I supposed to do with an empty building?”

“Who the fuck else is gonna wear a jersey that says Corky on it? You can do whatever you want with your nice empty building.  Just not hockey.   You suck at hockey.” 

“OH, what about a factory to make shoes for those poor poor shoeless crocodiles?”  Corky thought out loud for a moment before a Chesire grin spread across her face. “I know, just what to do, a crime family of my own.  What did you say I was?  A phantom thief… Yes, we will be the Phantom Thieves.  We’ll steal your wallets, and hearts, but not your jockstraps…. Ewe.” 

Corky tossed her keys up in the air and caught them on their way down, as she walked out of the office.  She was making a bee line to the address attached to the keys, while Shoresy just sat there wondering what the hell he just approved to let happen, before shrugging and thinking to himself there is no way she could be as bad at this as she was as a hockey player.