S.A.I.N.T. and Sinner Part 8
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In order to maintain the appearance of knowing nothing which had transpired, Amy went to the tournament hall to register as though nothing had happened. She sold her reaction of shock sufficiently she thought. She would enjoy the day off, she assumed that her opponent which be the Rajah. He had set the bracket up so that he would be the last man standing, ready to face whoever else in the final. This was also the first day that Carson or Medveyev were playing so many were excited at the prospect. Some gamblers were even betting on who would finish first. Amy didn’t like the atmosphere, it was approaching too much of a sports match, not the meeting of the chess minds that it was supposed to be.
As she was set to leave, Amy received a note from Rajah. He offered her a driver and full access to the country’s museums. It seemed hospitable, but Amy was also one of the semi-finalists, the less time she spent preparing would make life easier for her next opponent. She seemed at least interested in the offer in the morning though and returned to the hotel to try and find Scott. Uncharacteristically she found him sleeping. She hadn’t really thought of it but he didn’t sleep so much.
She was about to leave when he grumbled, “Sunshine …”
Amy was used to his playful nature by now, but she wasn’t sure if she was calling her jokingly or whether he was complaining about the light.
“Sorry Scott,” she said, “what do you mean?”
Scott sat up in bed, looking a little confused. He looked almost as though he didn’t know what to say. Finally he stammered out “Why is there so much sunshine?”
“Its daytime that’s why,” she answered, “remember we went to breakfast together?”
“Right,” Scott answered and looked at his watch, “right. How was check-in?”
“Fine,” she replied, “Rajah lent me a driver for the day.”
“Cool, where are we going?” he asked
“To the national museum for a bit I guess, then back here to study,” Amy answered.
“The museum?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s a place where they keep old documents and artifcats,” she replied.
“I know, I was there yesterday,” he replied as he stood up.
Neither of them said anything as he stood up and put a shirt on. He turned back to look at her, “Don’t seem so surprised, you’re not the only one here with complex interests.”
“Sorry, just didn’t figure you were the type,” she replied, “and weren’t you busting drug dealers and framing others yesterday?”
“Sure but how long do you think that takes?” he said, “Let’s go.”
Amy actually wasn’t very interested in the museum, the artifacts and presentations were interesting but she was really there to talk to Scott. At this point she wasn’t sure that there room hadn’t been bugged – they had both been gone for extended periods the previous day.
“We need to talk strategy,” she said.
“I suggest leading with your pawn,” he replied
“Not chess strategy,” she replied, “real world stuff.”
“You think you are going to lose,” Scott said more as a statement than a question.
“Yes,” she said, “not for lack of trying but I don’t know how I got to the semi finals as it is.”
“So we plan around that,” he said, “whatever Petrov has planned it means intercepting at some point. So wins the pieces and we follow .”
“I would like to get my hands on those pieces first,” she said, “I would feel a lot safer if they were out of play, especially as is a bit of a disappearing artist. But if we just go take the pieces then Medveyev and Petrov will know we are on to them.”
“You don’t think we can track ?” Scott asked defiantly.
“Not sure,” she said, “the CIA sure couldn’t. I think its safe to assume that Petrov knows something we don’t.”
“So we bring in Rajah then,” he said, “do you think he can be trusted and beat ?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, “I guess we will find out.”
“I still don’t get why Petrov is getting Carson to move them,” Scott said, “if he can come and go with such ease then why not just smuggle them himself?”
“This involves as well,” she said, “something we don’t know yet, something he doesn’t know either probably.”
The semi-finals were set a lot faster than anyone had thought. The day’s play after starting at nine was over by ten thirty. Carson and Medveyev made fast work of their opponents, and surprisingly so did Rajah. They decided that Scott should meet her later for the time being she would meet with Rajah alone.
Her driver at first seemed confused with where she wanted to go, but after her persistence he agreed to take her to his residence. It was not hard to get to, it was after all where he worked. She was not sure if Rajah would want to see her before the match, but her suspicions with misplaced as after calling for permission the driver drove her straight there. She was met at the front door to his palace by Rajah himself.
“The beautiful Anne Marie, he said, “to what do I owe the privilege of your company.”
Speaking for the first time without her fake French accent, “The truth, your highness, and a request for help.”
That Rajah did not look surprised was probably due more to his royal demeanour than his shock at what was occurring.
“Please,” he said, “will you join me inside?”
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