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owner and head manager of Warwyk
Savings Bank and an unofficial spokesman at times for the banking industry. He
was sitting in the garden in front of his sixty-room marble mansion located in
the most expensive part of the Eaststar city. There were a couple of small
tables and six chairs arranged, with a few pieces of silverware—that were
actually made of silver—and some food on the table. His wife and their
grandchildren had taken their supper with him just ten minutes ago and had gone
back inside the mansion. His grandchildren had been dropped off by his daughter
for the weekend, and wanted him to come play with them. As much as he would
have liked that, there was this very disturbing development that had to be
taken care of right away.
           “Sir,
the newspaper that you wanted has arrived,” his personal assistant said and put
a newspaper on the table in front of him.
           “Take
a seat while I read it,” Mr. Warwyk said picking up the paper. “I may have a task
for you afterwards.”
           He
only had to look at the front page. There was the headline ‘Ironbridge Bank
Robbed’ under the paper’s title, Ironbridge Daily News , and the whole of
the page was taken up by the account and interviews regarding the robbery. He
had heard about it a couple of days ago from Mr. Helvyk, the owner and head
manager of the Helvyk National Bank with whom he had played a couple of polo
matches a few years back. Mr. Helvyk wanted Mr. Warwyk’s help in getting the
police to take a more proactive role and prioritize solving this and similar
bank robberies. While Helvyk National Bank was only the twenty-third largest
bank in the country, Warwyk Savings Bank was the second biggest in the whole of
Starfire Nation by amount of deposits. Started by his great-grandfather it was
the bank that purchased large amounts of government bonds as well.
           Mr.
Warwyk had promised to help but he wanted to get a proper account of the
robbery before he took any action. After he finished reading the front page and
a small section of the second page, he slammed the paper down on the table.
           “Ninth
big robbery in the last few months,” Mr. Warwyk said, “I don’t remember any
year when so many banks were robbed of so much money.”
           “So
are you going to meet the head of the House of Police?” his assistant asked
him.
           “I
definitely will and I should pull his nose for letting this get out of hand,”
Mr. Warwyk said angrily. “Did you find out who it is?”
           “Constellar
Taktar,” his assistant replied. “Do you want me to call his office and book an
appointment?”
           “No,
I am going to crash at his door,” Mr. Warwyk said. “Have my plane ready. I will
be at the airport in a couple of hours. I want to reach the King Starryvk City
by midnight so I can meet him tomorrow morning as soon as they open.”
           “Yes
sir,” his assistant said and walked away to make the arrangements. Mr. Warwyk
went back to his mansion thinking that his grandchildren weren’t going to be
too happy, however this was too important to postpone any longer.
    * * *
    08/15/958
     
    Mr.
Warwyk took a taxi from the airport to the headquarters of the House of Police.
Normally, he would have had a company car drive him, but that would have taken
time to arrange. The House of Police was the government department that oversaw
all town police departments. Every five years it appointed the police chiefs of
all the towns in Starfire nation, and it ensured the compliance of the police
with government’s rules of operations. The town police had investigative and
arrest powers within their own towns only, however the House of Police had the
authority to put together police teams for particular cases and endow them
temporarily with national investigative and arrest powers. Mr. Warwyk’s mission
today was to make such a team formation happen.
           The
taxi