Skyscraper: Dollmaker(s)

A Story by Abishai100

A skyscraper-lore featuring a rather 'dark' ending.

An adaptation of Die Hard (Bruce Willis) featuring a 'fantastic' diplomacy-detour. Enjoy,

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I was at the Nakatomi Plaza for my wife's office diamonds-showcase party. Well, she's my ex-wife but invited me since I'd been taking time-off from my art-work in Chicago (United States). This isn't an 'ordinary' story, however. The Nakatomi personnel reported a strange line of sky-streaks on the morning of the day before the actual party and many residents of the city claimed they were made by some mysterious/unrecognized 'alien' spaceships! Follow along.

The party itself was quite cool, and my ex-wife (Sheila) was the hit of the executive-board for concocting this entire grand opera, and I'd met some pretty interesting people, though I admit I felt somewhat out of my own element, since I'm a Chicago native-son.

I wasn't there really for my ex-wife's Nakatomi office-party solely. I'm into art-work, yes, but my wife (ex-wife Sheila) doesn't know I'm a diamond-thief, and I knew from insider-sources on the street that Mr. Nakatomi had 'unwittingly' sourced some conflict-zone 'blood-diamonds' from Brussels for 1/2 of his party-showcase, and they were ripe for the swapping (with fakes) for some 'loose' Interpol-offices relations work, which is what I'd planned all along (perhaps for a Facebook selfie?).

The inside of the Nakatomi is quite nice, and I staked-out the entire levels and floorplan before determining my most swift path to the diamonds vault-room level so I could use a special 'acid-gun' to burn the computer-lock alarm board and then into the vault and swap the gems with fakes I brought with me (in the soles of my shoes!).

This is where an otherwise 'normal human adventure' tale turns into a rather bizarre horror-fable, because that's what I'm really recounting here for you in this dramatized work=of-fable. You see, those 'alien' spaceship sightings were actually real. The aliens, insect-dragon 'beings' from Mars, disguised themselves 'magically' as humanoid special-event postal-riders in fancy (expensive!) uniform and rode into the Nakatomi 'event' on the day/eve of the party to take everyone hostage for a special/eerie Invasion 'message' before their 'true' intent to resign to the Earth-ocean abyss as isolationist-exiles (forever) and requiring no one to follow them way down deep down there in the oceans.

ALIENS: We've no interest but to make this 'swift' hostage-scenario message at Nakatomi with lasers and then we'll vanish.

That's where the story went eerie, folks. The aliens took the skyscraper 'event' my ex-wife arranged hostage and caged with all entranceways locked and sealed for any 'escape' minded good Catholics. They then set a 'false-fire' which they then put out themselves and radioed as an 'internal emergency' to draw-off any 'official' press-report(s).

There I was, in my hotel-suite inside the Nakatomi building performing my diamond-swap when I realized/learned the 'invasion' message was underway and needed to perform my diamond-swap quickly and with some 'real' hero-messaging for this Invasion disaster aversion (for Facebook-IQ!).

I set off a quick gas-fire inside one of the top evacuated roof-level floors after the 'false-fire' sent away all the officials/newsmakers by the invader-aliens like flies. The new fire then sent the message there was something indeed wrong with the Nakatomi event, breaking any confidential 'goal' concocted by the aliens, the dragons from the planet Mars.

I used my acid-gun and swapped the Sierra Leone blood-diamonds Mr. Nakatomi didn't know was sitting in his vault-room level with the fakes in the soles of my shoes. I then took the diamonds and my acid-gun to do some insider heroics to save the party-hostages (and my ex-wife!).

ALIEN CAPTAIN: You're trying to subdue my Invasion-IQ message for the newsmakers, Mr. Cowboy?
ME: Maybe...I've got some diamonds in my pocket and intend to tell people you came here to steal them, Mr. Martian.

ALIEN CAPTAIN: Don't do that.

ME: Alright...just give me time to perform a 'diplomacy' IQ and let the hostages free, alright, Mr. Martian?

ALIEN CAPTAIN: That 'Cowboy' human managed to get through that vault-curtain (perhaps with acidic veil) and may 'assist' us.

Of course, that alien-captain ended up dying in this act of heroics inside Nakatomi that night. I did 'arrange' a diplomacy-IQ exit/resignation for the deep-ocean abyss isolationist-exile which the aliens intended all along, but the captain wished to seek some suicidal 'defiance' deed by trying to draw me and Sheila to the roof-edge for a funny media-photo which resulted in me grabbing him and wrestling him off the edge and down to a death which resulted in the unbelievable complete 'vanishing' of his entire body (that's the way these aliens die, folks!). Weird you want...weird you get.

The alien-captain died (I guess), and I didn't say they came here for the blood-diamonds, and they ended up in the ocean-abyss as permanent exiles, which they intended (simply?) to obtain a vacation package of some kind, but the captain left-behind a Nokia-signal leading to a special 'portrait' of their true self-image...for any 'Cowboy' to find for a 'secret' diplomacy HELLO.