Two foes sitting Face to Face.  That about explains it.  

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MegaTokyo 2033
Face to Face
       A BGC Fanfiction
       by Deunan(deunan@aol.com)
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	So what that he was a waiter.  His job was great.  The wages were 
descent, the tips were high, but it was the show he loved.  Actually, it was
more like a play with numerous plots and subplots with deeds both pure and
foul.  The characterization and the emotional scenes were excellent.  The
actors and actresses were most superb, for they did not act at all.  For
hours at a time, he could just watch people going about their business or
just enjoying themselves.  He would just lean back and just watch.  He was by
no means a voyeur; his observations were always in public be it airports, 
train stations, or even a mall.  
	The women at table eight intrigued him.  An air of confidence and
intelligence seemed to emanate from her.  Though coldly beautiful like a 
well forged blade, she sat conspicuously alone.  Her short hair seemed to be
of a bluish tint in style with the current fads; it accented her ageless 
features.  'It ought to be a crime for that women to be alone,' he thought.
He was tempted to walk over to serve at that table, but then a man entered 
sitting down at the same table.  
	The man was tall and well built yet aged maybe around fifty or sixty.
His face was jagged and rough with lines to show he had not experienced an
easily life.  His hair was white and snow and shoulder length.  His eyes 
seemed almost predatory, hawk like.  He smiled and sat back.  The voices were
too low and the distant too great to listen, but watching was all he cared
for.
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	The waiter placed the bottle of wine on the table and left leaving
them alone.  Sylia poured herself a glass and took a sip never once taking
her eyes off the her mortal enemy.  She did not trust him one moment, a 
derringer laid in her purse, a snub-nosed submachine gun under her shirt, and
two knives in a boot and wrist sheath.  From the way he walked, he most
likely was armed also.
	"Excellent," she commented placing the glass back onto the table. 
"1999, is it not?"
	Quincy grunted softly, "Bioengineered grapes, a new product likely to
hit the market in two weeks.  The grapes are only a day old."
	"Yet another economic victory for Genom," Sylia replied in disgust. 
"Single-handedly destroying the wine market."
	"Most likely making existing bottles more valuable.  When the public
buys the cheaper biogrown, the existing vintages will become more rare and 
expensive."
	"I'll have to remember to buy stock," she said narrowing her gaze.
Quincy took a sip and leaned back in his chair. 
	"You make it seem that it was my fault.  Genom is not all evil.  Is
that not what you said to that girl...Lisa something or another?"  
	"Something to that effect."  
	Quincy sighed, "Does not that hate get...tiresome?  An intellect of
your capacity is wasting its talents.  You can't defeat me not with out the
backlash killing thousands.  Imagine all those power hungry fools battling 
for control of my position.  Chaos not only in MegaTokyo but around the 
world."
	"Unless you seek immortality you will die eventually, and those 
power hungry fools will battle it out.  No matter how many artificial organs
or cybernetic limbs, the brain will wither and die."
	"Immortality?  Do you believe me to be a fool?  Mason was a fool to
the end with his damn dreams.  You were merciful to kill him.  Immortality
breeds nothing but boredom and weariness.  Better to burn brightly for a few
moments than to fade away,"  Quincy sneered.  "You gain nothing by continuing
your foolish crusade."
	Sylia smiled slightly, "I've gained more than you realize.  Power
enough to counter the corruption of your company and...,"
	"And?"
	"Your respect.  We are the two most powerful forces in MegaTokyo foes
to the bitter end," she stated matter-of-factly, "yet we both sit dining with
only our mutual respect keeping us from drawing our weapons."
	Quincy chuckled ironically, "Ironic is it not.  You interest me Sylia
Stingray.  You are not naive as your father nor as foolish.  That is why I
don't have you and all your friends murdered outside their hardsuits."
	"A game is not interesting unless the players are challenging,"  She
said somewhat distantly.  "I want you crushed beneath my heel with begging 
in your eyes.  I want to know that you are defeat before I kill you."  Her
voice was as cold and sharp as a razor eyes burning.
	"So the game continues both of us abiding are own rules,"  Quincy
stated intensely.  The women reached down into her purse removing a pen.
Quickly scribbling on a napkin, she slid it to him.  He nodded, and they both
left.
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	Quincy entered his office, alone.  It was spartanly decorated and
the size of an auditorium.  Briskly, he walked to his desk.  On it lay a 
simple rosewood chessboard.  It was hand carved as with all its pieces.  They
lay all over the board clearly indicating a match yet to be finished.  He
glanced at the napkin reading the coordinates.  Delicately, he moved the 
white knight into position.  
	"Check," he could almost imagine her saying.  He chuckled sitting in
his chair.  It would most certainly be a long and interesting game.  Leaning
forward, he studied the board.  It most certainly would.