This might be the only shot they got to actually get rid of the son of a bitch, and for the two men in the car it was vital that they did. They needed evidence, something that pointed to him as the snake he was and they needed it now. He was tormenting the Sergievsky's and while Freddie had once played his part in hurting the Russian man beside him he'd never gone that far. Never targeted the kids and never ever threatened. He wasn't that kind of man and he found himself disgusted by those that were. It was the only reason he was here now, helping the man that had taken so much from him in the past. Because someone had to. Because Anatoly couldn't do this on his own and it had to be done. And even though they had a justice system that worked here none of them really existed did they? They needed more, needed proof.
"Something will be done. We'll get some dirt on the guy cause we both know it exists." It was a situation he'd never expected to find himself in, but if it got the job done then he'd deal with Sergievsky. And he was pretty sure the Russian felt the same way.
But Chess. They could talk Chess. They'd always had that between them of course. "He's restrained though. The Israeli. Technically brilliant. The Indian maybe doesn't have the pure technical down but he takes risks. Takes chances. And you need that to win. And I want him to win. People assume I'd rather play the Israeli but I want the challenge. Haven't been properly challenged since...well, you. When we finally got to play with nothing on the line."
He looked out of the window of the car toward the school. The kids were long since gone home but a few cars still remained. And one of them, Freddie knew, had to below to Molokov. What was he in there doing? And why? And what would they actually gain from following him. How would it help them? They had to be able to find something. For this to work. They had to.