The Arsonist's Daughter*

A heroic tale of Windy-City firestation smarts/sharpness prompting even social-media 'ideations' of safe distance(s).

A fire-station fable very loosely inspired by Backdraft (Ron Howard). Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: While this work of society-fanfiction references a fire-station course of heroics (Chicago), it's no casting of a real work-detail/report or in any way reflects the views/goals of the alluded organizations/offices of Americans. 

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A special Windy-City firewoman, quite sharp/beautiful, named Sandy had been working on a case of a series of arson-fires in the challenging US-city of the Bulls-Bears market(s) and wondered suddenly if she had the 'right-stuff' for this modern social case of real darkness, worthy of some real social-media ideations regarding the 'problems' of human chess.

SANDY: As a recent divorcee and raising my son (Damian) by myself, I need social supports/treasures to remind him of joy(s)!

Her boss, the fire-station chief, a Dartmouth-graduate, was a real hard-nosed 'neo-classical' man of the office-class, and because he was relatively young (and brilliant!), everyone, everyone, was jealous of him! This fire-chief, Amlan Satan, insisted to Sandy everyday at the Windy-City station that he had 'full-faith' that she could 'crack' the case for the lead detectives on the Arsonist-case because of her 'gorgeous-acumen' at detective frailty-points at fire-scene missions during her station-jobs and heroics and even suggested the two make some station co-posts together on Facebook/social-media!

SATAN (Amlan): I think the 'proof(s)' we need for the case, Sandy, will be at this determined new-fire job (vacant building).

Satan was right. Sandy found the right-stuff proof at the recent arson-case fire-job for her Windy-City station. When she got there with her fire-truck and bust open inside and saw the state of the fire and how it spread across the roof, she knew the Arsonist always carried fire-making materials with him into the buildings, inventive homemade materials with personalized 'signature' before setting the fire(s) inside, rather than using any interior electrical/oil component(s)! Sandy concluded/reported to Chief Satan that the Arsonist was a certain 'disfigured' or 'deformed' man with a 'bent' for Chicago-villainy reflective of some rather 'cool' comics-lore about the strangeness of antisocial terrorism and links to stories about 'real' distance(s).

CHIEF SATAN: I got you this congrats-chess set (Toy-Story!), Sandy darling, and perhaps we'll become a social-media pairing!

SANDY: Very cool, Satan; we'll post ourselves as the Windy-City station 'detectors' and put the Arsonist in a 'toy-chest' (ha).

Amlan Satan was himself rewarded by the Chicago mayor with a very handsome gold-embossed Red-Cross wristwatch that he'd cast (social-media) as a 'trophy'/diadem of the modern urban duty-free ideations of the 'chess' of American defense(s).

AMLAN SATAN: I thank Sandy too for what had become a Windy-City station lore about the 'brains' of neo-American services.

Amlan/Sandy married and Amlan retired from fire-duties and started making paintings of his beautiful wife for social-media blogs about American magazine/fanzine-culture storytelling, and their son (Damian) thought of his mother as the 'national-model' for capitalism distances!

ARSONIST: Those 'wily' Chicago fire-folk stopped the likes of me; me, had become the 'Scorpion' of Windy-City deletion (ha).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)