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[–] 8_billion_eaters 1 point -1 points (+0|-1) ago 

Remo stopped. And the bitch lay semi-conscious, bleeding from the mouth and groin.

"Are you all right, dear?," Stohrs asked.

She sat up slowly, hatred in her eyes. "Let us kill this bastard, father. Painfully."

"We shall. But first, Mr. Pelham and I must finish our game. Develop the film. I will call you."

Remo was ordered to dress, and then Stohrs led him back to the chess room. He ordered Remo to sit down and then took his seat on the other side of the table.

He spoke to Remo: "Who are you?"

"Remo Pelham."

"Who told you about me?"

"Deborah Hirshbloom."

"What did she tell you?"

"That you were Nazi."

"Why did you come here?"

"For money. I could get money from you."

"All right. We will play a little game. You will wake up and show me how you can win, and then you will go back to sleep. Repeat after me. You will wake up to play the .game and then you will go to sleep."

"I will wake up to play and then go back to sleep."

"Back to sleep when I snap my fingers. Wake up when I snap my fingers."

And Stohrs snapped his fingers.

"A fast game," he said, smiling.

"A fast game," Remo said.

"Still think you can win?," Stohrs asked, confident in his skills, assured of his victory.

"Yes," Remo said. He picked up the queen from the board. Deborah's queen. "Watch the queen," Remo said.

"I am watching."

"It is my move," Remo said, as he lifted the queen, standing it on its green felt base in the palm of his hand. His fingers curled down to hold it by the base, against his palm. Then his deep brown eyes that seemed to have no pupils burned into Stohrs' eyes and Remo said, "It is mate in one." Remo turned the queen over in the palm of his right hand, and then, with a roll of the wrist, moved it forward. His move, the greatest move in the history of chess, put the white point into Stohr's right eye, and then a push through the socket into the brain, and there was Stohrs with a green felt monocle where his right eye should be, and red ribbons beginning to hang from it. Stohrs' body twitched convulsively and his fingers went snap, snap, snap, because that was the last message his brain had sent before Remo had moved, white queen to the bastard's eye.

Remo looked at him, then smiled with only his lips.

"Checkmate," he said. And walked away.

The rest was easy.