Chicago Pirate: NI-USA [Diamond]

An infiltration-agent from Northern Ireland is in Chicago for blood-diamond work and must rescue a 'damsel' from a dowry-gauntlet.

A romance-thrill blood-diamond political adventure with all the 'worldly hell' of Western civilization deformity, inspired by Cat's Eye. Thanks for reading, 

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Amlan Satan (code-name: Storm-Shadow) is a blood-diamond infiltration-agent working in Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) with Interpol-relations and also co-captain of the 'Foreign Irish Republican Army' (FIRA), securing overground commercial reforms favoring employment for Irish-Catholic minorities and British-Protestant employers in troubled Belfast for peace-driven commerce talks bridging Dublin-Belfast through Sinn Fein and UK Parliament talks, and he's become a map-troll of Northern Ireland as captain of FIRA.

STORM-SHADOW: I'm a 'nerdist' of guerrilla-capitalism and have to travel to Chicago for a blood-diamond intervention.

Storm-Shadow heads to the Windy City as a costumed theater performer creating a special media-show about baron-diamond bank safe-box photo-mosaics on the street as an artist and intends to rob the Chicago bank safe-box belonging to the baron Ian who's running blood-diamonds from Sierra Leone, through Chicago, and into economically-troubled Northern Ireland, requiring Storm-Shadow to work there now as a special pirate of diamond-fix.

ESHA: I divorced my ex-husband Satan because of his deep immersion in political guerrilla-intelligence taking all his mind.

Once in Chicago, Storm-Shadow begins to stakeout the large bank in the heart of the city where Baron Ian stores his blood-diamonds, in a secured safe-box area of the vault-room.

Meanwhile, the Irish and Italian mafia in Chicago are planning a special tour-de-force 'stagecoach' mail-order-bride package program for the underground-overground ethnic-clan groups in the Windy City to protect their daughters from corrupted immigration of late, and they intend to 'draw' out the right 'princes' for eligible marriage to their lovely daughters and make sure these would-be princes are put to the real 'test-grind' to prove their valor, creating a sort of do-or-die fantasy-wedding 'package' worthy of modern folklore.

STORM-SHADOW: My Ivy League education in cross-culture reform-governance literature should inform this mission of traffic.

Storm-Shadow was a shallow tennis-pro for some time after graduating college and tried his hand on the ATP Tour and became known as a playboy-bachelor before honing his education in revolution-governance political science and started work with Interpol-relations in Northern Ireland (UK) and co-organized the guerrilla-intelligence group the Foreign Irish Republican Army with a dark associate. He'd gained the reputation of being a 'little prince' of athletic intuition, which is how the Irish-Italian mafia in the Windy City 'discovered' him trolling the underground during his visit to the USA and decided to 'recruit' him as a potential prince-bachelor for their stagecoach test-grind and see if he's simply an 'expendable' ex-tennis pro shallow-dancer.

One of the mafia bosses orchestrating this little prince-test for Storm-Shadow is none other than Irish mobster Jack O'Meara who believes Amlan is nothing more than a flake and wannabe-terrorist and wonders if he deserves the heart-hand of his beautiful princess-daughter Shelbye or if he should be put to a death-test grind which sees him fall to the ground and to his death.

AMLAN: I love your daughter, Shelbye, O'Meara.

JACK: I know that, you prince of tides; but you've got to prove you can grab her!

AMLAN: I know that, O'Meara; I have to complete a mission first in Chicago.

JACK: I think I know all about it; just make sure you can lift her like a glider, Amlan.

AMLAN: I won't forget to snatch her before I take off for Europe.

JACK: Let's hope not...for her sake...and yours...because I believe she's in love with you.

Amlan made a painting for Shelbye depicting his wanderlust-discovered true-romance with her and promises her he won't fail this 'stagecoach-test' and will indeed find a way to get her snatched and make her his damsel-bride during this blood-diamond mission in the Windy City for FIRA and Interpol-relations.

The Chicago bank Storm-Shadow will rob with Baron Ian's blood-diamonds is a true marvel with rich history and modern securities, so Amlan has to be dead-perfect for this one, to find the right move to snatch up Shelbye (Jack's daughter) during his getaway-flight to Europe. This is an 'old-school' bank in Chicago.

Amlan (Storm-Shadow) stakes-out the Windy City bank before he plans his maneuver to take Baron Ian's blood-diamonds en-route to kidnapping Shelbye away from Jack O'Meara's skyrise apartment from her Irish-mafia bodyguards, since he's certain Jack O'Meara has every intention to cage Shelbye as an unwinnable prize, and this bank inspection by Storm-Shadow is therefore time-driven and tediously detailed. He notices the pattern of traffic and how the guards walk around inside.

He dresses up like a maudlin-thespian and walks in wielding a toy water-gun and tells the manager he's to take photos of the bank safe-box area and needs the escorting guardsman to take the photos while he's holding the water-gun in his hand, for his street-theater performance about baron-diamond fortunes in the Windy City (USA), and it's all for charity apparently.

Once inside the vault-room with the safe-boxes, Storm-Shadow reveals to the guardsman who's holding his smartphone-camera that his water-gun is filled with acid and he's going to burn a hole into Baron Ian's safe-box and switch his crime-financing blood-diamonds headed to Northern Ireland with toy gems hidden in lining of his pockets for a media-mock involving Interpol-media spotlights on the Baron's vulnerabilities amidst all this new era intercontinental piracy/darkness. The guardsman is told to stand in front of the security-camera and take the snapshots of Storm-Shadow standing in front of Baron Ian's safe-box while the master-thief burns the hole in the safe-box with the gun behind his back and switches the blood-diamonds with the fakes in his jacket and instructs the guardsman to keep this 'Interpol-heist' a dark secret until media/authorities respond with the correct post-news procedure and allow Storm-Shadow to exit the bank discreetly.

GUARDSMAN: I honestly have little understanding of Baron Ian's Chicago activity with Interpol-monitored gem-piracy!

After Storm-Shadow makes off with $20M worth of Baron Ian's blood-diamonds and transfers assets via Interpol-relations hubs and gets them through Zurich through Friends of Sinn Fein, he plans his getaway-flight to the UK on Aer Lingus while the Boston Police begin investigating what the hell Baron Ian's involved with now in Chicago.

Storm-Shadow then dashes to Shelbye's princess-apartment and tells her bodyguard he just wants some smartphone-photos of her for a special UK-magazine article about mail-order-brides between Europe-and-USA, and while doing so, he sets off an electric mini-bomb inside the apartment, stuns the bodyguard unconscious with a shock-stick and burns the apartment after dumping the bodyguard down the mail-slide and getting away with Shelbye in his stolen Audi Enterprise car.

He and Shelbye enjoy a Chicago Cubs game the next day as they prepare for their getaway flight to Europe on Aer Lingus.

STORM-SHADOW: I'm marrying Shelbye and having a son for whom I have a valued Kerry Wood (Cubs) rookie-card!

JACK: How'd you do it, you prince-of-tides?
AMLAN: I 'snatched' Shelbye as my princess like I promised, O'Meara!

JACK: You stole her.

AMLAN: I stole her heart, and she's safe with me in Europe, forever.

JACK: You knew I didn't think you had what it took, eh?

AMLAN: I could smell your doubt.

JACK: You really loved her!

AMLAN: Would I do all this just to test your patience, O'Meara?

JACK: If I find you sneaking around America again, I'll kill you...and Shelbye.

AMLAN: We're not returning, O'Meara; she's my princess now.

This is a weird 'Luck-of-the-Irish' prince-tale with a princess-ending thanks to the intuition of Amlan Satan (Storm-Shadow), who managed to covertly 'wrought' a life of dreams after a live lived in the 'darkness' of blood-diamond guerrilla-intelligence dance in sectarian Northern Ireland. The future looks bright for this detective.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)