GAME OF CHESS

"You do know that this is a suicide mission, which makes me feel that I am finally disposable especially now that you have the successes you need," Maxwell did not bother to sugarcoat his words with the very high standing people in the room with him.

There was no trace of anger in his face instead his face was expressionless with a smirk curving his lips.

"The hunter won't kill you," the other woman said, there was a certainty in her voice.

"Of course he won't. Killing me will be way too easy and the hunter is far too ruthless to do easy," Max spelt out.

"We have faith in you Max," one of the men said. He was bald.

"You can pull this off and we know it and that is why we trust you enough to let you in on our plans. We could have bundled you and sent you to the hunter and let him do whatever he wants with you but we don't want to, we want to work together with you to achieve something that will benefit us all," one of the men said, the one that had first addressed Maxwell when he