Chicago Dramatism

A Story by Abishai100

Fanfiction of a 'cool' Die-Hard series film (3) featuring a city-window into the daily-life of drawn hero-cops creating post-misadventure ideations of sanity.

Since I'm so pleased with how that previous adaptation worked-out, I'm posting this more straightforward (but fun) fanfiction casting of Die Hard 3 (Jeremy Irons). Enjoy,

DISCLAIMER: I've no formal ties with the production of the film from which this fanfiction is drawn and cast these referenced movie-stills/images only as a presentation of themes-diary and city-drama/infrastructure arrays for post-9/11 era anti-terrorism journalism/rhetoric dialogue for purely private interpretation of storyboarding responses!

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I'm going to recount to you my witness-IQ regarding a fantastic Chicago misadventure regarding a terrorist-unit infiltration into our fabled/challenged Windy-City of Bulls-Bears markets/sports that created a real summer whirlwind. My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a Facebook-IQ blogger and movie fanfiction diarist.

It was a warm summer day in the city when a terrible explosion near an unopened early-morning restaurant sent ripples into the city-streets of Chicago and caused a real traffic-scare and block/jam on the roads for repairs/reporting and policework. No one could determined the culprit, and it turned out the explosion/calamity was simply a distraction-trick. Follow along!

Two cops were called onto the cast, an African-American named Zeus and a wily homicide-detective named John. Zeus/John had never worked before together on any city-case but this Windy-City display would draw them first to the explosion scene in the early morning during which they got a strange phone-call signal from a payphone which they discovered was from the real terrorists behind the explosion 'scene' which they demanded Zeus/John keep 'secret' until performing their 'dare' during this Chicago-infiltration vengeance schema involving the two cops having to track the terrorist-unit into a major bank, once it opened that day.

SIMON: I'm the terrorist, Zeus/John, and you'll have to get to the bank and find the time before we get in to do our business!

ZEUS: According to 'Simon' the terrorist, we're to determine how much water (exactly!) we'll need to dilute some bank-acid!

JOHN: Alright, Zeus my lamb-partner of the day, we've got to think how much water's proportional to Simon's acid-gun clue.

While Zeus/John got the water necessary to dilute the acid, approx. 2 gallons from a water-truck they 'seized' with police-authority while keeping their 'Simon-says' game-secret in the Windy-City, Simon and his real-life terrorists proceeded to sneak in their stolen construction-vehicle trucks by the early-morning explosion/distraction 'scene' to dig their way into the destroyed streets which would enable them to dig up into the bank's 'secret' underground vault-levels which contained some serious amounts of Interpol-seized Nazi-gold (bars!).

SIMON: There's enough gold here to warrant an expense-paid venture/vacation to Fiji for a nice photogenic escape for evil.

Simon's mistress Desdemona comprised the 'leadership' of this ragtag terrorist unit infiltrating truck-gold stealing diabolical 'presence' in Chicago which honestly made Zeus/John wonder if these kinds of 'bad-guys' were somehow 'non-human' or 'extra-human' in deadly ways! As Desdemona watched over the casualties-of-war, Simon commanded his men to take the gold by a seized boat near the shore which Desdemona would drive.

ZEUS: God, there's their boat, John (we've got to jump-in).

JOHN: Nah, Simon's too quick-witted (and armed); we'll call him and 'explain' we've got Interpol waiting for him on shoreline.

TERRORIST: Do you believe him, Simon?
SIMON: How'd he know to choreograph Interpol force(s) at simultaneous-times of boat departure?

SIMON: How'd you catch me?
ZEUS/JOHN: We simply 'dared' you into thinking it'd be wise to try to hop-off your boat, Simon.

SIMON: I'm a legend already, ya know.

ZEUS/JOHN: Yeah...we're 'certain' they'll make fantastic video-games (for kids!) from this miracle, Simon.

SIMON: Ha!

John's wife Bonnie congratulated her hero-husband who befriended Zeus and agreed to become long-term cop-partners together in the Windy-City following the apprehension of Simon's deadly Scandinavian terrorist-unit. His wife urged John to find ways to make life more 'normal' now and perhaps even get into Facebook-IQ.