Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Watching the vehicle move away, the older member of the police patrol duo shrugged his shoulders and sighed to his younger partner, "You see, that’s the strange hobby of the rich."

"Is it to showcase their virtue of being charitable, or just to show off in front of their female companion?" the young policeman said, noticing that the beggar had slipped into an alleyway, "He knows his place, too. If he dared to stop cars again, we would definitely have chased him away, wouldn’t we?"

"Yes, the nobles wouldn’t like to see people begging on the main streets," replied the older one, sighing helplessly upon hearing the sound of a motorcycle engine behind him. "You see, more and more rich people are appearing, and everyone is starting to dislike those cumbersome carriages and the horses that pull them through the streets."

After finishing their conversation, the two policemen turned around and saw a motorcycle with a blue body, its door bearing the shield badge of the National Security Bureau. At the controls was a young lad, and the youngster sitting in the back seat nodded to the two policemen, "Good evening, gentlemen, I am Zem from the National Security Bureau, here’s my ID."

"Ah, good evening, Investigator Zem, sir. Your new department is really something. Is there anything you need?" The older policeman admired the motorcycle greatly. As for the National Security Bureau, this new department had combined several powerful departments of The Capital, and now all extraordinary events were under their jurisdiction.

It wasn’t about noble kids coming to gild their resumes; the older officer understood that these young people were dealing with truly terrifying things. Compared to that, the beggars and thieves they dealt with seemed as harmless as babies.

"Have you seen any strangers around here, or anyone suspicious?" Zem retrieved his ID slowly and asked the policemen with his distinctive North Sydney accent.

"No, sir, unless the charitable gentleman and the audacious beggar also count as suspicious persons," the older officer shook his head. "Oh, and I apologize, I haven’t yet confirmed what exactly qualifies as a suspicious person."

"Hmm... That’s all then, thank you for your report." After speaking, Zem patted the door, and as the motorcycle started to move, the young man smiled and lifted his police cap, "Good night, gentlemen."

"Good night, sir." Both policemen raised their caps too, watching as the motorcycle and its distinguished passengers disappeared into the depths of the night.