The hangar break room remains a rather lively and noisy place to be in the station. Mostly because pilots are generally coming in and going out regularly. And whichever way they are going, they generally tend to strike up conversation with someone they have become friends with. But all of that is a distraction to me right now. What I am dealing with is of utmost importance. It is something I have coveted ever since my posting here. I analyse the map. This is tense. If I can play the next few moves right, I will have achieved what is quickly becoming one of my life’s goals. But I must be careful, because every time I have gotten this close, I have been betrayed by my own anticipation. My opponent on the other hand seemed calm as ever, even in the face of possible defeat. I looked up at him in the hopes of gaining even the slightest of advantages. Ethan looked up at me observing him. He chuckled. “Staring at me isn’t going to do you any favours Sketch,” I looked back at the map, “Hmm, th...
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