minutes.
My companion is stunned. âAna, um, you donât know how to play.â
I sit back down, cross my legs, and smile. âTeach me everything you know. You have three hundred seconds.â
The conference room where weâll be competing is filled with portable tables. Dozens of competitors are wedged into chairs, and I get the feeling that not all of them are familiar with the concept of soap. I scan the area for my brother, but I donât think heâs here.
âExcuse me,â I ask a normal-looking middle-aged man. âWhere are the people who competed last round?â
âUm, I think they have the winners in a private waiting area until their next turn. Hey, nice bow, are you dressed likeââ
âNo.â
Drat. Looks like Iâm going to have to try to find Clayton the hard way. Once Iâve lost, then Iâll have Zak round up some space marines to raid the winnersâ circle.
Meanwhile, I have no choice but to fumble my way through this game. While I have been provided with a foil-wrapped package of Mazes and Monsters cards, Duquette tells me I wonât stand a chance. Players apparently spend years building their M-and-M decks. He claims he knows people who have spent over a thousand dollars on their cards, but what kind of loser would do that?
âAna Watson! Did not expect to see you here!â
I squint at my opponent. âDo I know you?â
He leans forward. âItâs me, James. Zakâs friend. I didnât know you were into gaming. How come you never joined us in the library?â
âItâs a recent interest.â I almost ask him why heâs dressed like President Theodore Roosevelt, but stop myself. He might tell me.
âActually, James, Iâm only here because Iâm trying to track down my brother, Clayton. Iâve got to make it to the next round, and idiot Zak apparently was banned for cheating.â
James looks surprisingly grim. âNot quite, Ana. Last year, he was one round away from being champion. Andhe threw the game.â His voice has the somber tone of a PSA on the dangers of meth.
âWhy?â
âWell, Duke denies it, but he lost on purpose so his opponent could impress his girlfriend.â
I open my cards and pretend to shuffle them, trying to imagine a girl whoâd be impressed by the champion of this game.
Probably as unlikely as finding someone whoâd be impressed by a quiz bowl champion.
âGentlemen!â barks the cyborg referee. âAnd, um, lady.â He nods in my direction. âYou all know the rules. You may begin at your leisure.â
I try to remember what Zak told me. A troll beats a wizard, a wizard beats a gnome . . . a red card trumps an orange and so on down the visible light spectrum . . . spells are worth two . . . no, five . . .
âJames? I donât suppose youâd like to impress me ?â I bat my eyes.
âSorry, Ana. At the game table, itâs all business.â He removes his wire-rimmed spectacles and replaces them with a large pair of mirrored sunglasses. He then fans his cards in front of him, inches from his nose.
Mirrored sunglasses.
I can totally see the reflection of his entire hand. All his cards.
I swallow, shuffle my cards, and commit his hand to memory. âI open with a red . . . make that an orange troll. And I bid five hundred manna.â
I gather my cards and my bow. James sits, dejectedly, unable to process how he lost to such a newbie. The worse the game went for him, the closer he held his cards to his face. Iâd have to warn him about that. Later.
âThanks, James. Sorry it didnât go well for you.â
He half smiles. â Câest la guerre .â
The winnersâ room mirrors the original venue, only smaller. About twenty guys mill around, snacking, reading, and talking. One man strums a guitar. Clayton is not among them.
This is no time for manners. âHas anyone seen
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