"Howdy, Sorn. It's a pleasure. You're a Guardian, ain't you?" The chopper pilot gives a quick nod of respect as he settles down, admiring the chips. "From a fellow alien fighter, I've heard a lot about your people and what they do. So, what game do you want to play?"

Van Wall thinks. Both of the names he's been given sound intriguing.

"I'm more familiar with poker or Go Fish, but I'm an old hand. I can learn new games." Van chuckles. "Those sound like interesting options. Either your world or mine's fine by me. Maybe after the first game, I can show you how things were done back in 1938."