"How would you wish it, sir?" asked Herkimer. "Formal, or informal?"
"Let's make it catch-as-catch-can."
Herkimer was disapproving. "There are certain conventions…"
"You can tell Mr. Benton," said Sutton, "that I don't plan to ambush him."
Herkimer picked up his cap, put it on his head.
"The best of luck, sir," he said.
"Why, thank you, Herkimer," said Sutton.
The door closed and Sutton was alone. He turned back to the screen. Benton played to double up his rooks. Oscar chuckled at him, slid a bishop three squares along the board and put Benton's king in check.
Sutton snapped the visor off.
He scraped a hand across his now-shaved chin.