Author's Note: I'm sorry for the slow updates. I've been really busy to transcribe from the laptop to my home computer!

Littleblazingstar: The reason I wrote Checkmate first was because it was my first time thinking about the SITs and the whole story idea. After I finished it and started putting it on fan fic, I really loved the idea and wanted to continue writing about them. BUT because of something that happens at the end of Checkmate, I couldn't write an after story. The only way to do it was a prequel. So that's why I wrote Chessgame after Checkmate

"Announcements!" Agent One was at the podium. "As you all know, the key was found."

Delta, Cannon, and Glory whopped. I just kept a fake grin on.

"So, the schedule has changed. Instead of searching for the key, we will be having challenges every day. And today's is something simple and easy. Target practice."

We all cheered.

I kept the thudding fear out of my head. I took two breaths. Agent Stealth's words rang in my mind.

Someday you will have to act like the happiest kid in the world. When in reality you're terrified, confused, or angry. But someone's life may depend on it! So be careful, take it all in. Because of someone else. Put all your worries in a box and open them later.

I grinned and swallowed my fear, saving it for the next free time.

"So this is what we'll do. You'll have paint handguns and find somewhere on the playing field. If you're shot you'll have a splash of another team's color on you. The team that's shot the most people with their paint guns wins.'

He continued. "There are 30 teams here. But I don't know of 30 colors! So we'l divide it to 15 teams. Two cabins to a team, and you may pick your opposite. Pick your team and get your set of 8 guns. It's a 5 hour game."

"I'm one of the best marksmen." Midight Sky said suddenly.

"We're practically the best team, we might as well." Cannon agreed.

His change of heart might have surprised me yesterday, but the meeting last night made me think there was more then they were telling me.

"All right, Nebraska and Washintgon." We stood and went to the long rows of tables for our guns.

I picked up one of the boxes full of glinting silver guns. That meantt they had silver paint in them too.

Cannon got the black suits that covered from neck to toe. I shimmied mine over my clothes and clanged around the room, looking for other missing SITs, but I didn't see any.

"We'll partner, Cannon and Silver, Delta and Glory, Quickie and I, Comet and Lightning." Midnight Sky quickly outlined.

"What are we taking?" I asked, zipping the arm of my suit up, so it was more conformed to my body.

"I vote for the open air jeeps, they're easy to shoot out of." Glory voted.

"And easy to get shot into." I reminded.

"All right, how about the choppers? We can shoot down like an antelope hunt."

"Flying isn't allowed." Delta reminded.

"Dirt bikes. We'll just take them somwhere and snipe hunt." Cannon decided.

"We'll split into two groups of four. If we cover two areas we'll have more chances to hit other teams. I'm going with Cannon's group." Midnight Sky's word was law.

We jumped on the dirt bikes and veered out.

We only had five minutes for posistioning until the bell rang and the game began

"Lets ti hide in the rock fomrations. There are a lot of places to hid." Cannon said.

I rubbed the finger grips to my bike handles. It was the same bike Dusk had ridden yesterday. I'd picked it out on purpose.

My fingers smudged the rubber and I looked down. I checked my finger to find a cool, dusty silt.

It was fingerprint finder.

The dust is poured over a surface and any fingerprint smudges are found and easily identified.

They must of found the bike reposistioned, found the print, and grabbed Dusk. She didn't rub her prints off like I did!

I looked where Cannon was racing Midnight Sky with a smirk.

Quickie pulled up next to me. "I don't get those kids. Midnight Sky was fuming that you guys found the key. He hated Cannon. Now they're acting like best buddies."

"And you say women are hard to figure out." I replied distantly.

Cannon and Midnight Sky know too! I wasn't the only person in danger. So were they. But there was no way to awarn the, without alerting someone.

Cannon's jet black hair blew back behind him in the fast speed. The silver stud in ear glittered as ge veered a sharp right.

I hit the gas and hurried to the rock fomation.

I settled comfortably in my rock cave and checked through Cannon's binoculars.

"Should we wait till they're in range? Or run the, into Quickie's scope?" I asked, watching Iwoa and Ohio walk into the formations.

"Run them into Quickie." He took his run and we each shot a few well aimed paint pellets, making them jump into perfet range for Quickie, who, in turn, burped five shots, each hitting they're targets.

They began spitting shots in every direction, easily missing us.

"Cake." I laughed.

"So, where'd you really go last night?" He asked me.

"What?"

"I checked your bed around 12:15 you were gone."

"Had to use the bathroom."

"Liar."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why were you up at twelve to check on me?"

"Bathroom." He replied sausily

"Liar."

A splotch of red paint zomed between our heads.

Hastilly we both jerked back and fired shots whwere Hawaii and California were hiding behind rocks.

I fired my shots, tumbled behind a rock, and reloaded.

I had two red marks on my black outfit, one under my shoulder, and the other on my leg.

Cannon spider crawled next to me, a red mark was square on his chest. "Scared them off."

I bit off the top of my gunpowder camp and reloaded. "Good job ego-head."

A/N: Thank you so mcuh for the comments. They are the only things that are seriously keeping me transcribing. Hey, at least I'm editing while I retype!

A/N Ps. I got the idea from one of my commenters. But I were to give a loose plot, set up some requirements, and give a few ideas. Would anyone take a challenge story about the SITs? If I said it was about like, a diamond smuggling ring, and gave a few must have characters, the POV, and some basic "gotta haves" in the story (like an underground chase in NYC) Would anyone take me up on it and make it good?