Miles away, in no man's land, stood a bunker of reinforced concrete and steel. Within the bunker were two men. They sat on opposite sides of a plain wooden table and their faces were stern and impassive. Beside each man was a pad and pencil. Upon each pad were marks.
Upon the table between them was a coin.
"Your toss," said the man on the right.
The man on the left picked up the coin. "Call it."
"Heads."
It came up heads.
"Damn," said the flipper, passing the coin across the table and standing up.
The other man smiled faintly, but said nothing.