[RL with Maxwell Smart-chess games]

[clockmaster]

Hakuba was sitting in his room all by himself, the sun was shining trough the large windows right at his open book. He looked at his clock, it was nearly the time.

He didn't had a good opponent since he left London, and his father was always working, so when Maxwell told him about how good he was at chess Hakuba couldn't resist it.

Let's see what the secret Agent 86 of CONTROL Greeting Card Salemens man could do.

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[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Hakuba nodded, understanding.

"The life of a Greeting Card Salesmen is always, busy, isn't it? it's been interesting to play with you, Max."

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

Max nodded, "That it has. But I must go now." The agent learned forward close to Hakabu again.
"We we should again." Whispering, then leaned back and his voice returning to normal, lighting his match with striking the bottom of his shoe.
"KAOS, are up to their old tricks." As he took a puff.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

"One day I will need to ask you some things about KAOS, Max." Hakuba replied as he stood up to show him the way. "When you're not that busy, of course."

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm not busy now. The Chief just wanted to know I was Ok, and where I was. And not to forget about our chess game tomorrow night." Max leaned in and turned his head around his arms resting on the arm rests. "What is it, you'd like to know..."


^{(The Chief treats him as his son <3)}

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

"You play with him too?" The boy sat again, happy that the other man didn't had to go yet. "As much as you can tell me, how they operate, where, how big is the organization, how they looks like."


(awwwwwwwwwww <3)

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Max crossed his legs, posing with the cig in between his fingers. Not disclosing where or when.

Then turning his head around, leaned forward, "Do you have a Cone of Silence?"
It was after all, top secret, hush, hush.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Hakuba leaned forward too, amused that Maxwell was always so secretive. "No, but I heard about that technology before." Hakuba moved a hand vague. "But this is not your world and my house it's a safe , place, I'm sure that we can talk here."

If that wasn't true, Kid and him would already be dead or in prison.

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

Max kept his body leaned in, if they couldn't have the Cone of Silence, he'd speak softly. His eyes also quickly checked the small area around them that may contain a 'bug'.

"KAOS, is an international organization of evil... Founded... Oh... 1947...
The lower agents, dress just like you and me. But the ones at the top of KAOS, wear black leather coats.

And they are determind to rid the world of all that is good and righteous, though the Iron Curtain and Black Market.
They also specialize in advance technology, such as things like my shoe phone here and loaded violins...
Their scientists are also quite quarks when it comes to new drugs."

Max leaned back for a moment, so he could spill the ashes into the tray and take another puff.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

It was a minor sensation, really, a bad feeling more than anything. And there was this persistent thought on the back of his mind that wouldn't go away. Maybe that organization Max was telling him about was related to the Black ops. it sounded like some huge similarities existed, but it could be just a coincidence. He will need to investigate it further.

"New drugs? What kind of new drugs?" Maybe that were the first intent to create the Apotoxin 4869 Virus.

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

"Well... Ah..." There was a pause for a moment as Max thought.

"None of us are quite sure. There was a brain washing pill we had to destory. Otherwise, everyone in the free world would have been hallucinating, instead of going about our everyday lives.... Yes.. That is the question isn't it? What does KAOS all have?.. Yes.."
Max squinted his beady eyes as he pondered what those fiends could possibly have created.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Hakuba's brows came down in a thoughtful expression. Hallucinating pills...he wasn't aware if the organization worked with that kind of chemicals but it was a possibility. Hakuba made a pointed effort to relax, trying for a less defensive posture.

"There's a purpose behind these actions or they just want to make the world a worse place to live?"

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

"They just want to make the world a worser place... That and the money.... Yes."

Maxwell paused his mind in thought.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

"oh, that. Money it's always on the middle..." Hakuba hesitated for a moment. "Same with the black ops."

The boy looked at the game boards pieces, it's was a nice analogy of life, black against white.

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

"Yes. It is." Maxwell took another puff of his cigarette, to one side of the chair, "Huh?" The agent said in confusion, to the Black Ops.

And saw Hakuba eye the chess board, "Well, that was an interesting game. We'll have to do this again." Max raised his brows as he spoke.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

"The Black ops is the organization I talked you about, the one I'm trying to find an destroy. They're like KAOS." Hakuba looked at the pieces again and smiled.

"It was really interesting, thanks for share all that information with me, Maxwell."

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

"Oh." There was a pause as Max looked rather stupid, "Right.
Sorry. I knew that."

And in putting out his smoke, "Anything to help make the world a nicer place and help combat the fortress of evil."
Beady eyes, half masked as the agent leaned forward on his knees looking determinded.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

"It's ok, I wish i could forget about them." Hakuba moved his right hand through his hair.

Hakuba smiled. "Never change, Max."

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

Max put out his smoke. "You either." The agent smiled back. As he pounded his hand onto the ash tray and the ashes spread everywhere.
"...Sorry about that.."

Trying to clean up the ashes that flew and spilled all over.

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

"It'..it's ok, really, me or Baaya will clean it Max."Hakuba watched as max made a mess and smiled, wondering how a man like him become and agent. he imagined that Max would had some kind of hidden talent. "for how long you been..em..a Greeting Card Salesmen?"

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

"Oh, alright." Straighting himself up from the chair.

"Including training?" Max paused to think, "About three months."

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Hakuba deadpanned. "Three months?"

That explained a lot.

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

Max looked confused as he nodded his head.
"Why?"

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Hakuba coughed as he composed himself again. "Oh, just curious. And what was you doing before that?"

[agent-86-smart.livejournal.com]

"I went to war." Max sounding rather proud of himself.

^{(Hakuba didnt already ping max about the Black org, being here, right? >.>)}

[clockmaster.livejournal.com]

Hakuba looked confused. "In the war? Which one?A..are you talkinag bout the the iron curtain?"

(ooc. no, because this rl is a way before they show up on the comm, or even learn how to wordlhop, he will tell him on the future :/)