The helicopter ride was relatively uneventful; the view of the sea was beautiful despite the flicker of reflected moonlight. The pilot and I entertained ourselves with what turned out to be a particularly vicious game of travel chess. He started with the classic Saget opening gambit which I quickly countered by using the Eyes-A-Poppin' defense. His queen danced along the board like a young Gail Horning, but he was quickly overcome by my inspired Faded Russian attack. I would have won too if several of the pieces hadn't been attracted to my prosthetic hand. Viktor immediately declared the game a "mistrial."
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