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"Elijah, it's asking for a secondary Fischer key! Mira said the bomb detonator in Venice is ticking down right now! We have less than four minutes!" Elijah stared at the screen, his thick silver eyebrows drawing together in deep thought. "A Fischer key... Alexander was obsessed with Bobby Fischer's 1972 Game 6 against Boris Spassky... the Queen's Gambit Declined!" "What was the move?!" Sarah screamed over the sound of the thunder echoing from the street above. "Move 19!" Elijah remembered, his eyes lighting up with brilliant recollection. "19. c5! In algebraic notation... 03-05!"

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The man burst into tears unable to speak. "Please" was all the captive could mutter. "Let this serve as a lesson to all hackers who would want to trespass into forbidden territories. Say your final prayers, mi amigo" Screams and cries was the last thing that could be heard from the building. After that was a deafening silence. ~~~~ The beautiful morning light streamed in from the curtain blinds, James walked over to the window and opened the blinds, making more of the light fill the room. The light shone on Kiera's face that was still sleeping. She stirred slowly, using her palm to block some of the light; James strode to the bed with a smile on his face.

I nodded, my throat tight with both fear and victory. The phone was cheap, disposable, but to me it was priceless. I sank onto the bed, fingers flying over the screen. I couldn’t risk plain words. King’s men would read everything. So I wrote in code. A story only Liam would know. I reminded him of that night on his balcony, when I told him about the old chess set my mother gave me, and how he taught me that the queen was the most dangerous piece on the board because no one expected her to move so freely. He called it the Queen’s Gambit.

My silence pissed him off more than anything I could’ve said. Eric growled under his breath and slammed more chips in. Perfect. He was unraveling. The other players fell away one by one, until it was just the two of us. The final hand. The room was silent, everyone holding their breath. Amos, acting as dealer, smiled. “The final wager, gentlemen. What will it be?” Eric leaned forward, his eyes glinting. “The small strip of land on the northern border. The one with the old mill.”

00:45:00 00:44:59 A low, mechanical chime echoed through the ceiling vents, and Gideon Ross's smooth, poisonous voice filled the empty boardroom, laughing softly from the speakers. "Welcome back to the chessboard, Alexander," Gideon purred through the sound system. "You thought catching me in the snow ended the game, but the true master loop has just been initiated. You have forty-five minutes to sign over the total controlling interest to my shadow network, or watch Blackwood Global burn to the ground.”

William began meeting Jennifer behind my back—more and more often. After each meeting, she would show up with something new: a piece of jewelry, a designer bag. Just like before, she pulled out a bracelet William had given her and flaunted it around the apartment. Lucy's eyes widened dramatically. "That bracelet—it's a limited-edition piece. There are only three in the world. Jennifer, who gave it to you?" Jennifer smiled, her expression layered with meaning. "Some people think they've tied down an untouchable prize… never realizing the prize has legs of its own."

"Fuck..." The young woman looked up at him, "what was that?" He shook his head. "N-nothing." "Are you sure?" He nodded. Xanthe smiled. "Then let's start." He quietly nodded again and started playing. He was very aware of her chess pieces movements but no matter how much he understands, he couldn't read her next move. Minutes later, he got checkmated again. "T-that was... Englund Gambit Trap right?" He asked, baffled. "But there's something different in what you did. That wasn't the normal Englund Gambit Trap. Did you change some movements somehow?"

“We are loosing,” I walked away as well to clear my head. I traced his scent to his study, looking through the books like there wasn't something catastrophic going on. “How can you read right now?” I asked, distracting him from the book. “There are over a hundred people out there, waiting to see you fall and you are in here reading books?” “Not just reading…” he turned the book to me. “... researching. This is the ruby we found, a priceless piece because it's not from our world,”

In a flash of white light, I returned to Heaven and resumed my role as the Snake Immortal, guardian of the Celestial Garden. Five hundred years later, I was curled up under the covers, enjoying a lazy nap, when a familiar fragrance drifted into my nose. A warm embrace wrapped around me. Then came a voice, deep and beloved. "Clarice, I'm back. Everyone who ever hurt you... is gone." The End.