"This is The Story of a Man and His Enigma"
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What is like to be at the heart of wartime code breaking? What is it like to know a polite, yet almost mad genius who hides many secrets away from the world? Kester...
Chapter dedicated to williamscottholmes for the inspiration for this (filler) chapter. Your wish is my command :P (P.S I'm so sorry that this is nearly a year late *offers cookies as an apology*)
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The following day, while attempting to crack a few codes, I reminisced the conversation Allany and I had with John. It made me realise how the person who I used to loathe has blossomed into a mature and empathetic man. I truly admired John for that.
Meanwhile, Allany herself was preoccupied with a game of chess. She and Hugh were sitting at the table next to the largest window, so they could make the most of today's sunshine. Both of them were in silence as they moved the pieces around the board and then waited patiently for their opponent's and their own next move. Hugh had a tendency to tap his fingers on the table as he thought about where to move the chess pieces to. I wouldn't mind him doing so, but he didn't do it on a rhythmic way, so it was occasionally distracting.
Allany was dressed in a navy-blue shirt dress that was apparently her favourite, and navy-blue heels to match. She looked extra summery and it suited her well. She also wore her long, shiny hair in simple up-do curls.
Hugh, on the other hand, looked like he had been drawn through a hedge backwards. The hems of his shirt was sticking out through the bottom of his dark-blue waistcoat, which was creased from the previous day's work. The laces of his shoes had slipped undone, and his hair wasn't as slick as it normally was. Instead, it had become unkempt and a large strand had fallen in front of his face. Hugh didn't seem to mind, or notice, as he was too engrossed in the game of chess.
In my eyes it was amateur versus twice-crowned British National Chess Champion. To the average person, this casual match would have an evident winner, yet the challenger to the crown was a tough fighter.
Furthermore, the match itself had been going on for four hours (that's since seven o'clock this morning), and it was almost lunch. So, it was just a question of what would beat Allany and Hugh first: chess or hunger for a sandwich.
John and Carlton were using the perforated sheets to break some codes, and Anthony was reading up on cryptography. The trio all seemed content and focused on their work. Howbeit, I was enthralled by the chess game. Although, after five minutes I decided it would be better to continue codebreaking.
Averting my eyes away, I began to scribble down some letters and comparing them to other codes that had been deciphered weeks earlier. As I finally started to concentrate, there was a sudden yell of excitement.
