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that could still be important: a message from Nigel. Antoine connected his earplug and played the voice recording. 
    “Hello Antoine,” he heard Nigel say. His voice sounded shaky but excited in a good way. “Bear with me. Apparently I’m not a super spy… yet. However, this gentleman, big fellow with a mustache and a cowboy hat, gave me something, in case my memory returns and I got some information about you. He gave me his business card: Blake Griffin, Houston and Howard’s Consulting Group.”
    “It’s obviously fake,” the reporter went on. “But if it’s all we got, I’ll take it. I’ll make sure to send it to you in an envelope. I mean, if he would have just given me a fake card, I would have said burn it, but he... he handed us his fingerprints. One set of prints are mine, the other belong to this fake Blake.”
    A smile stole over Antoine’s lips, but it was Smith who tore him out of his amusement.
    “Hey Tony. What’s up?”
    The pickup rumbled up a rocky byroad, shaking the whole passenger cabin. Antoine had to hold on to the safety handle above the door and nearly dropped his phone.
    Antoine shut it down, hiding the screen from his colleagues. “Nothing,” he said with a calm in his voice that belied the truth. For one year Antoine had been waiting for a cornerstone to build his mission upon. It had now come. The hunt was on.
     
    ***
 
    Washington D.C., The United States of America
     
    Tanya paced the wooden floor of the coffee-brown colonial style office. Polished trophies from golf, tennis and polo adorned the walls and shone in the sunlight. Various awards and even a picture of Kenway shaking hands with the US president served as a reminder of his ego.
    Kenway stood at the end of the room, pouring in a drink from a decanter amongst a large collection of old whiskey bottles. The portrait of his bank’s founder, dating a hundred and fifty years back during the American Civil War, proclaimed Kenway’s pedigree. If he wasn’t awaiting appointments like her, he would sit on his throne-like chair, ruling over a kingdom that spanned beyond borders.
    Tanya took note of the items on his desk: Cuban cigars, a cigar cutter, a paperweight and golden customized pens. Save the cigars, they would make excellent weapons. You’re a fool to come into my reach without having me handcuffed first.
    Even then, she could and would take him out. Lucky for him, she was in for the long game.
    She glanced over a group picture in front of a fraternity house.
    Despite decades having passed since the photo was taken, Tanya recognized faces from the Goldman Sachs, the Rockefellers, the Rothschilds. The others must have been from just as prominent families.
    “Drink?” Kenway asked.
    “No, thank you.”
    “So, let’s get to business, shall we?” He sat down inviting her to sit opposite. He sipped his drink. “You know, people always ask why there are wars. The answer is still the same after four thousand years: Power. But real power doesn’t come from backing the winning side. It comes from bankrolling both. ”
    He indicated a chess-board on a small side table. Tanya saw herself as a chess piece and knew which one she needed to take out to win. To come close to the King, you needed to be in the position of the Queen.
    Kenway scrutinized her while downing the glass of too expensive whiskey. “Why are you here and how far are you willing to go?” he asked.
    “As far as necessary. I am not accustomed to losing. I’m here to be an asset on the winner’s side. ”
    “Ah,” the man said and leaned back in his seat. “Let me ask you a question. Who wins most?”
    “I would say the more ruthless and better skilled player, ” Tanya said.
    “Good answer. But wrong. ”
    He paused.
    Tanya crossed her legs and leaned forward, an eyebrow raised.
    “The one who produces the chess-pieces wins most, ” Kenway said.
    Tanya nodded. It may be d ifferent chess boards, but the same game takes place around the