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“Chess? Not really my thing.”

“Shame,” said Illya, gathering the pieces and setting up the board. “It is a good sport.”

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“Evening, Peril.” 

Solo closed much of the distance between them, and with a little pep in his step as well. With a grin to match, it was no mystery that he was quite pleased with himself.  

“Has Waverly filled you in, or did he simply offer you coordinators and expect you to show?”   Quite frankly he couldn’t tell with that man. Some days he was a wealth of information, and others Napoleon was forced to ‘figure it out’. Not that he couldn’t, of course. It was a matter of being well informed. He didn’t like walking into a mystery he couldn’t adapt to.

“Just coordinates,” Illya said, more than a little annoyed by Waverly’s deliberate withholding of details. While he didn’t miss the threats of Siberia, he didn’t enjoy walking into any situation blind, either.

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‘--Care for a game of chess?’

‘--Cowboy,’ said Illya, acknowledging the American’s presence with a small nod.