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had occurred during
this time. As a full-time member Boss received the regular party newspaper as
well as other literature. After the RRP victory, his business became large
enough that it no longer made big capital investments; he could finance small
expansions from retained earnings and Boss lost interest in fighting the Banker
or even in the daily operations of his business. He started reading about the
old Sanguine Empire and started dreaming of recreating it with Ranx Nation as
the imperial power center.
           RRP
leaders had moved in the exact opposite direction. As they had come to power
and had to run the government they had become very involved in important
mundane tasks such as collecting taxes, financing the administration and
keeping the country going. They had also realized how weak their nation was
compared to the top powers; Ranx Nation wasn’t even in the top ten countries of
the world in military or commercial power. They had all but abandoned the
imperial dream.
           Now
the Boss had rekindled that dream on his own. Vanx decided that he would
provide Boss with whatever support he needed—after all, he had dreamed the same
dream once. The party had no other choice; Boss was determined to go ahead and
without him they could not win the next or any elections thereafter. Banker and
the National Growth Party were chomping at them hard. If Boss’s plot failed the
RPP could wash their hands of it completely, and if it worked they had won the
world.
           Vanx
would give the orders to State Minister Tonex to fulfill Boss’s demands.
     

CHapter 2 – it’s all about the cash
     
    08/10/958
     
     
    On
the national road between King Starryvk City, Capital of the Starfire Nation
and Port Skazvyt, about three-fourths of the way from the later and one-fourth
from the former, is a town by the name of Ironbridge. There used to be an iron
bridge there along with one bridge keeper living nearby in a two room house.
That was the extent of settlement when the bridge was built. Today the bridge
has been replaced with one made of steel and cement, because it was now part of
the national road; the settlement has increased to thousands and thousands of
people. The right exit ramp just after the bridge while driving southwest
towards the Capital led to the central road that ran smack in the middle
through Ironbridge.
           In
Ironbridge, a young man dressed neatly in a gray shirt and dark blue pants with
a same colored hat and a shotgun slung over his shoulder, stood in front of the
Helvyk National Bankawaiting the arrival of his manager. He had gotten
up early today, way earlier than usual, because today was a special day at
work. The bank behind him was three stories tall; with a wide front gate made
of light golden colored glass while the walls of the bank were cream colored; rectangular
slabs ran across the entire outside perimeter of the building where one floor
separated from another. In front was a neatly maintained lawn split into four
squares. There was the central town street, then a sidewalk and two squares of
grass split down the middle for customers to walk up to the gate. In between
the street and the front door was another small street, a two-lane one-way road
where the bank manager and the higher ups on visit could conveniently park.
Another two squares of grass separated that reserved private street from the
door.
           The
manager pulled up in his car and parked it on that street. The manager was a
man in his late thirties with well combed hair and was wearing black suit and
pants with black leather shoes. He got out and rushed to the front door.
           “Good
morning sir,” the young guard said with an early morning smile and then yawned
a bit.
           “Feeling
sleepy huh?” the manager asked as he took a key from his pocket.
           “It’s
seven o’clock now, two hours earlier than the regular bank day,” the guard
said. “Too early,”