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Closure (A Shadow of Doubt Part 9: Finale)
Several days had passed since Liza’s death and the world was in as much chaos as it had been. What was Brent to think? That the world would be healed over night if the mole had been dispatched? He knew the world was now on the path to recovery, but it was a long one. Perhaps now he could now help everything get back to the way it used to be, in the older days. Helping the recovery could be the way to turn. First there were loose ends to tie up. Deist was to meet Brent in a local park on the safe side of the city. There was no reason for his contact to hide anymore. Brent had a feeling he already knew who it was.
Brent sat down at the picnic bench and rolled out his small chess mat. He had always loved chess from a young age. He had loved the fact that; there were over 100 Quadrillion different combination positions at chess. His personal pawn was always at position 2E. He used to play as white, but always played black.
As he placed down his pawn, a shadow cast over the board. It was the contact.
“I knew it was you.” Brent said.
“Brent Rennor” The old woman sat in the space opposite, leaning her cane into the table. She took one of the white pawns and moved it forward. “You look glum. Not the ending you had expected?” Brent moved his signature pawn and moved it. “You’re playing black. 14 years ago you played white.” Brent let her last statement slide, knowing exactly why he had changed.
He moved his queen forward. Check.
“No. It wasn’t. I cared enough to take your advice and people have suffered and died because of it. Just look around you.” She moved her king to across, escaping his queen.
“We all make mistakes, Gettz, but the important thing isn’t what we have done, it’s what we will do. Now your search is over and everything is done, what will you do now?”
Brent didn’t say a word. He moved his queen over and knocked down the king. Check-mate.
“Wilbert.”
His last words to her. Brent picked up his personal pawn, got up and walked away. Now he was going to play a different game.
Brent sat down at the picnic bench and rolled out his small chess mat. He had always loved chess from a young age. He had loved the fact that; there were over 100 Quadrillion different combination positions at chess. His personal pawn was always at position 2E. He used to play as white, but always played black.
As he placed down his pawn, a shadow cast over the board. It was the contact.
“I knew it was you.” Brent said.
“Brent Rennor” The old woman sat in the space opposite, leaning her cane into the table. She took one of the white pawns and moved it forward. “You look glum. Not the ending you had expected?” Brent moved his signature pawn and moved it. “You’re playing black. 14 years ago you played white.” Brent let her last statement slide, knowing exactly why he had changed.
He moved his queen forward. Check.
“No. It wasn’t. I cared enough to take your advice and people have suffered and died because of it. Just look around you.” She moved her king to across, escaping his queen.
“We all make mistakes, Gettz, but the important thing isn’t what we have done, it’s what we will do. Now your search is over and everything is done, what will you do now?”
Brent didn’t say a word. He moved his queen over and knocked down the king. Check-mate.
“Wilbert.”
His last words to her. Brent picked up his personal pawn, got up and walked away. Now he was going to play a different game.
Published 2nd Jun 2013
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