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"Take a seat, your lesson will begin shortly."

I might add just how strange these words are now, a repetitive daily chant that still rings through my head, summoning me back.

Professor Clarkson walked to the front of the room and stepped onto the crimson podium at the front.

"Today we will cover more topics from the early form of Indian chaturanga to help deepen your knowledge and understanding of where our lifestyle came about. However, before I begin, we do have a very special guest here with us today, Lieutenant Mertoff with the ICA will be here, informing all of you about the wonderful opportunities we have available..."

"Yes, if i may just interrupt... dammit Clarkson, is it on... Ok good. As you all know, or may have heard, the International Chess Matches will begin soon, and because of this school's higher rankings in the past few years, one of you will have the lucky opportunity to serve as a representative of this school, and country. Now, understand that this is a huge honor, and if you screw it up..... Ahh hem. You might even get to leave this place if you try hard enough." Lieutenant Mertoff chuckled. "A huge prize will await the ultimate winner."

How strange, first that there was actually someone different in the Red Room, but that he was also drastically disturbing the routine, and telling all of us that... we could do something in this life. It sounded to good to be real.

L. Mertoff glanced down at his watch, "I'm sorry Clarkson, I really need to be going, maybe try reading them the information list later tonight." Then he briskly walked out the door saying, "Thank you all, and I hope you do your best.... God help you if you can't."

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