A stalemate and something vaguely metaphorical.
No knights, bishops... just a handful of pawns and stagnant kings carved in ebony and ivory. It finally comes down to this. Rufus Shinra considers the white piece in hand.
"I am but a pawn to the company. Surely you realize this, Tseng."
The other man stands, one fluid motion toward the gin; smirking voice thoughtful.
"Perhaps, but even a simple pawn can best the king if played right. Surely you of all people realize this."
He glances the blond's way. Always watching... to see him finally figure out a winning strategy; waiting for that simple "checkmate."