Free The Storm Maker by Sid K Page A

The chief
stayed behind as the owner came down and shook his head.
           “How
much did you lose?” the chief asked the owner.
           “More
than two million stars,” the owner said with a sigh.
           Meanwhile
Sayett, Colonel Vyptor and the rest were tracing the robbers’ path underground.
As Sayett had predicted, the dug out passage eventually connected to a water
utility passage and they walked a few more minutes and then came out of an open
door with a broken lock onto a street, to the amazement of people nearby.
           “Where
is this place?” Sayett asked.
           “This
is two streets from the bank,” one of the local policemen said and pointed to
the tall, wide building behind them. “The bank is right behind this building.”
    Sayett
and the policemen asked around and a few people had seen the bank robbers
coming out. They had seen, not men holding guns, but men dressed in water
utility company uniforms carrying large bags who got in two cars parked on the
street and took off.
           Sayett,
Vyptor and his two soldiers along with three policemen walked back to the bank,
they left three policemen behind to get official statements from the witnesses.
           Back
in the bank, the police chief and the owner had gone up to the main lobby and
were conversing as the police were taking away the four dead bodies.
           “Well?”
the chief looked at them.
           “They
came out on the other side,” Sayett said.
           “Shall
I scramble some cars?” the chief asked.
           “Forget
about it,” Sayett said, “They will be long gone by now, probably already on the
national road.”
           “Are
we still meeting for lunch?” chief asked hesitatingly.
           “Never
mind,” Sayett said, “I appreciate the offer, but these robbers don’t strike the
same town twice, so I would be using up the time I would rather use for my
investigation. I am going back to Capital.”
           “Glad
we could be of help,” Colonel Vyptor said. “Take care SPASI Man,” he said and
laughed.
           “Great,”
Sayett said laughing.
           Sayett
walked out and waved goodbye to Ryft and Woker who stood there with grins on
their faces. They were young men and had the adventure of a lifetime. He
remembered the feeling after his first real fight. He smiled as he walked up
the street to the coffee shop where he had parked his car. He got in, drove
back up the road and soon hit the national road where he switched into high
gear and roared away.
     
     

chapter 6 – the colonel
     
     
    Colonel
Sthykar got off the plane and walked down the mobile stairway with two bags in
his hands, one of which was a duffel bag holding his hunting rifles, and the
other was a suitcase with his clothes. The small airport building had a railing
surrounding the runaway, and a few people were standing at one opening waving
at the incoming passengers. Sthykar walked over there and looked at the
different people standing around.
           “Anybody
here Mr. Belvyk?” he asked to no one in particular.
           “That’s
me,” said a man in his early fifties, wearing a light blue suit and a dark blue
hat on dark blue trousers. “Colonel…”
           “Don’t
mention it,” Sthykar said. Everyone in the Starfire Nation knew his name, and
he did not want to get distracted talking to the people.
           “Sure,”
Belvyk said nodding, “C’mon. My car is right off the road.”
           Sthykar
followed him to where the regular road began. Belvyk had parked his car just
off of it in the grass. It was a shiny black, open air car with long
rectangular front, tall and clean windshield and cream colored leather seats.
Sthykar put his bags on the back seat and got in the front. Belvyk started the
car, made a U-Turn on the road and they were off.
           “Thanks
for picking me up,” Sthykar said as he sat