Fireman cometh

Quiet days were always the worst. Living the life of a firefighter was like that of a worrier his farther had taught him. The extreme battle, the rush of adrenaline and often water and fire. The feelings of just using your instinct and nothing more. It’s like being another person when it’s really good. But when it’s dull?
“Knight to ‘bish 3” Peter the chief of station said as he moved his chess piece into position for their eighty-seventh game this month. “Your move, Will”
“Thats the … ” William calculated “two hundredth time you have opened with that move.”
“Yeah, it will be like the sixteen thousandth time he looses too” Quipped Tom.
William liked Tom despite his apprentice lack of class, his crude jokes, and his lack of love for the great one, he was really good to have around. He was a release value and in a fire station were fiery emotions were more frequent then the fires it was needed deeply.
“Sorry Tom, only 2389th time. We have only been playing chess for three years and eight months. Before that the Station manager lost 587 games of bridge and 37 of boggle. ”
“Look, your one of those savant things, I get that. But why a fireman?” Medic Jane asked from her desk in the office.
“I am good at it.”
No one argued with that. William had helped the Station somehow clear it’s quota and was really good at Emergancy management. He had this way of talking to people that made them think clearer and or made them feel better. He was also very fit, despite his size. And finally he didn’t take risks when it wasn’t needed. As the chief said there are old firemen, and there are bold firemen, but there are no old bold firemen.
William moved his kings pawn forward one space. “Pawn to king one”
There were now a minimum of eight moves and a maximum of thirty seven moves till the game finished. The calculation came in his head without even thinking it, like a owl suddenly pouncing on a mouse, his mind grabbed the numbers and just gave them to him. While he waited for the chief to make his move William worked on fixing a cipher issue he had come across in his mind.
Interrupting his thought pattern the siren went off. It was time for work.

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