Philadelphia: Internal Affairs {Aliens}

A tale of Philly-superstition surrounding a 'rogue' cop and the Internal-Affairs man tracking him and drawing out a human-Ego examination.

A cool fanfiction/adaptation of Internal Affairs (Richard Gere), set in the City of Brotherly Love (Philadelphia)! 

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Amlan Satan had become a very respected street-cop in Philadelphia but was now being investigated by the Internal Affairs detected Raymond Shaw and was under review for his controversial tactics pursuing the underworld of narcotics and blood-diamond piracy rings in the City of Brotherly Love, though he was considered street-smart enough to cast wonderful securities for the station which was recently praised on social-media.

AMLAN SATAN: Life/work in Philly is no easy task for real cops; and I'm a street-cop with a look for the strange and ugly!

Prowling around usually in undercover street-gear and Coronavirus mask, Officer Satan was considered one of the grittiest cops on the Philly force, but his tactics of extreme criminal-insanity bordering infiltration methods made him something of a 'dark-side' rendition of James Bond, which is why Internal Affairs detective Shaw was now pursuing him and studied his case/reports, even going so far as to comment on his 'street-rep' with his own Selfie-posts on Philadelphia social-media.

RAYMOND SHAW (Internal-Affairs): The crime-scene tied to Satan's blood-diamond case reveal his dangerous tactics; I must inquire about his stranger/claimed 'chess' tactics in Philadelphia which he posted on social-media was simply some Eagle-lore tied diamond-insurance deception requirement for modern street-evils, but I'm simply uncertain about Amlan.

PHILADELPHIA POLICE CHIEF: We've got full trust in Internal-Affairs and in you, Raymond, so use means to create media-PR.

RAYMOND: What're you doing with this crafted gold-tin embossed street-cop hand-beretta Officer?
SATAN: You know why I carry this sort of gun, Raymond; this is the life I live in Philly now, and it's for diamond-chess cover.

RAYMOND: Yeah, I get it, you've got to infiltrate the street-chess IQ and blood-diamond barons, but you look bad, Satan.

SATAN: I'm the good side of Philadelphia, and we don't need Internal-Affairs ethics to quell the real darkness of the city.

RAYMOND: With this type of handgun, Amlan, I can safely say what Philly needs is a revelation from Mars, not you.

SATAN: I didn't know you believed in alien beings, Shaw; impressive; maybe you should be a social-media fan of the X-Files!

RAYMOND: That's actually accurate; I'm an avid-fan of the X-Files; and I think you need media-PR enhancement with it.

When Amlan Satan reported a sighting of a UFO ship flying above Philadelphia's night-sky in the late-hours, everyone thought he was going crazy, but he swore Philly was in for some kind of Martian revelation all the while pursuing his blood-diamond case pursuit tied rogue chess-tactics. This was Philadelphia, and it was filled with capitalist tales and now UFO-lore on social-media, but Internal-Affairs officer Raymond Shaw was convinced Amlan was as bad as any invading alien for the city, regardless of his 'love' of Eagle-lore.

RAYMOND: You got a girlfriend, Amlan, or just a street-case tied mistress from the dark side now?

AMLAN: I've got a pretty woman, Raymond, and thanks so much for inquiring about my double-side life here!

RAYMOND: You know you got a mistress-girl from one of your 'James Bond' cases of the bad-side of the tracks.

AMLAN: I think you mean to expose me as a Philly-cop of caliber of bad-rep just to make Internal-Affairs more anime-friendly.

RAYMOND: No, I mean to protect the women from the bad cops like you...you're bad for city Romanticism, Satan; I know it.

When Amlan Satan retired from police-work, people suspected that Internal-Affairs' Raymond Shaw had triumphed in convincing him that their track on him had drawn special proof that would literally destroy his street-prestige, forcing him to become just another working-man citizen to re-evaluate the impact of his American goals/ambitions. Satan now managed a Philadelphia sports-card store (baseball/football) and insisted that police-life was behind him completely, and he (ironically) shared photos/pics of some of his Philly cards (e.g., Dykstra-Topps) with Raymond Shaw on Philly social-media. That's irony (undoubtedly).

RAYMOND: Glad to see you on the working-man side of the law now, Amlan.

SATAN: I made bowls of cracker-jacks for the customers in the store today, including you, Shaw, so have some (on me!).

RAYMOND: I don't trust you (incompletely), but alright, Amlan Satan (ha).

SATAN: I promise...I'm a man of commerce-life now, Raymond (hmm).

"The streets are safe in Philadelphia, it's only the people that make them unsafe" (Frank Rizzo).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)