A GAME OF CHESS

The day, up until the talk with his superiors, had been uneventful; coffee, shower, breakfast get dressed, strip weapons, clean and reassemble then drive to work. He felt like a common office drone headed into the office to type spreadsheets and do economy things. Boring office work like chat about the news or sports or... quarter statements? Alois wasn't too sure what office people actually did except numbers. He never cared much for mathematics, never helped him much on a assignment. Numbers couldn't lift a car, but... he supposed science and numbers went together, and science did make him pretty damn strong. Was there math inside his biceps? That would be weird.

He tried not to think about the possible equations floating around inside him as he checked in at the security desk. Biometrics checked out and he was let in as per usual. He made his way the overly clean and brightly light hallways to the locker room, opened his locker and grabbed his uniform. Kevlar vest, padded pants, thick boots, gloves and a few other gizmos and gadgets to assist him while hunting. Just as he was resetting his lock, his PDA beeped on his hip. He groaned; not even half an hour into the premises and he already had a task. His groan was justified as the message received was from his superior, asking him to go to training center B. It was an odd place to meet, but hey, maybe he could get a few reps in while the desk jockey blathered on about Potentials.

Once more he walked the long hallways, head held high and confident. Just as he was trained. He slammed his finger into the elevator's call button and waited, tapping his foot impatiently. the elevator dinged and he happily got into the elevator, setting off for the training room. He bopped his head in time with the elevator music, some kind of reggae tune. The opened and the brute continue along the hallways, once more overly bright and polished. He supposed it made sneaking in harder, but it was starting to hurt his eyes, he may even need to get some sunglasses. Maybe get the nerds to put a screen or something in them, like on tv. That would be really cool.

He stepped into the training room. B was rather underused; no one liked to make the long walk to it. A also had massage chairs, making it more popular by far. His superior, a pudgy man with a round face and receding hair line stood near the sparring ring. "Ah! Lafontain, there you are. I have a task for you, nothing as intense as a hunt. Think of it more as an assessment. We have another member of the task force coming in. Once there here I'll go into more detail for you." The fat man said. Alois folded his arms and nodded. Small social queues were enough for him