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 Written for Oz Drabble Tree
  
  Details by levitatethis  

 With attention to the details, he knew the ins and outs of the prison
like it was a machine. Each piece did what it was supposed to do, although
some certainly needed a bit of tweaking--a shove in the right direction. 

 Sometimes the machine stuttered, hesitated, creaked its resistance, but
he plodded along, getting it back where it--he--needed it to be.

 Ryan did not swagger. He did not drawl out suggestions in a fake display
of laziness. He moved with purpose, almost skittered. His words were
quick, spoken with a rapid succession that winked an observant eye at his
brain rapidly at work. 

 He smiled at the chessboard. 

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