Chapter Thirty-Seven
Daniel looked at the board in front of him. He was losing. Scratching his chin, he moved his rook.
Zach moved his queen diagonally.
“Checkmate,” Zach said.
Daniel rubbed his nose as he looked at the board. “Man, that was a good move.”
Zach frowned. “Didn’t you say you were on the chess team?”
“I didn’t say I was any good. I just said I was on the team.”
Zach straightened his maroon bowtie and laughed.
“It’s been quiet,” Shawn said.
“It’s been two hours,” Daniel said. “Has anyone seen reports of any dragons?”
“The radar is still empty, and our scouts still report nothing.”
“They’re still checking in, right?”
Shawn nodded. “On time.”
“Well, if we have a window, an opportune moment, I don’t want to waste it.”
“What are you planning?” Shawn asked.
“We need t
