It was never simple when he and Anatoly met. Never a normal everyday thing. No it was messy and complicated and always somehow involved their past. This time was of course no different. Molokov had stepped up his game and it was down to him and the Commie Bastard that had just stepped into the lobby to fix it. Freddie had dressed dark as well, which wasn't unusual except of course around the Black King to his White One. It was unusual that they matched so well. Meeting outside of those most unusual venues that the Chess World enjoyed operating out of. Iceland, the Philippines, Hastings. The ones after that he figured they were both less fond of remembering.
"Car is outside." Good make of car. American Made Car. Proof that Capitalism had outshone the ridiculous notions of Communist Russia. But no, now wasn't the time to throw all that out. They had work to do, and a rat bastard they both hated to get info on.
"Is the plan just drive around and hope we sniff him out? Because seriously Sergievsky, no offense but you better have more than that? Start at the school, work our way from there? How is this gonna work?" Who knew, maybe Anatoly had secret Commie spy skills. Would prove a number of points Freddie had always wanted to prove. But he'd see. "We just need something to hand over to Booth, some proof of illegal activity. After that, he goes to prison and we're done with him. And then they didn't have to be friends. Or even pretend to fight the barely restrained hatred he had for the man.
And he had every reason of course.
"Honeymoon on Tuesday so I really do have to get this done this weekend. I wouldn't want to let my wife down."