Chicago's Toyman*

Will sibling-rivalry create a capitalism 'chess' tale of crime-noir proportion(s) for the Windy-City egg-heads?

A fun blood-diamond adaptation of Heat (Michael Mann). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-adaptation offers no direct/official ties to the original film/director and all images used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' (fictional/translational) work of social examination (open for 'distant' interpretation(s)/commentary!).

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Welcome to the Windy-City of the challenged Bears-Bulls market where a blood-diamond baron named Ion had stored his Sierra Lone 'conflict-zone' smugglers-highway gems corrupting insurance heading to Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) or British Columbia (North America). This is a time of great commerce-life insurance intrigue (and concern), the post-9/11 era of after-image capitalism conversationalism for the human race (wow).

TOYMAN: Let's take Ion-spinning for insurance-lore in Chicago and challenge my twin (detective) for a 'heat' imaginarium (ha).

Now, we all know Chicago's famous for its respected U-Chicago school and its fantastic Bulls-Bears history and great baseball too, and it's where you find many-a modern movie setting for great American tales of heroics, romance, darkness, or more. However, Baron Ion's blood-diamond chess conspiracy had confounded diamond-store merchants' views on gem-integrity/sourcing and worried Interpol and modern inspectors, and the heated thief, known eerily as Toyman, sought to create a kitchen-spice by challenging his twin-brother (Detective Amlan Satan) who'd been a committed 'lawman' of the Windy-City.

DETECTIVE AMLAN: Don't worry, commissioner; Toyman won't add 'freckles' to diamond-spice in this great city of mine/ours (please).

TOYMAN: I shared my 'Selfie' on social-media, brother, claiming I was simply a diamond analyst but this insurance-splash in Chicago-press should bring you out of that prisoner's cage you've set-up for yourself since our youth-age estrangement in Algiers (remember?).

DETECTIVE AMLAN: I'd recognize your 'agenda' through any sibling-affair or rivalry claim, Toyman, and I don't insult you by calling you by your God-given name, brother (Ajay), but yeah, I do remember Algiers...and you!

TOYMAN: That fellow is departed; I hope you'll join me on this adventure in Chicago (now), detective/brother of mine; I think we've already some 'fans' on social-media (ha).

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange and makes 'rogue' terrorism finance woe.

Now, Detective Amlan Satan was a member of the 'old-guard' of American policemen-detectives. Moved to the United States from Algiers with his twin-brother (Ajay/Toyman) when he was 10, Satan grew up with a love of comic-books and capitalism folklore (e.g., Gold Rush, Wall Street, Silicon Valley) and decided to commit himself to the 'storyboard' of fortune-securities in this vast land of New World multiculturalism traffic...and insurance concerns.

AMLAN: I've the mind to draw the right kind of social-media fans, if my brother (Toyman) creates a darker vision of crime-storytelling 'noir' media-hype...hopefully of a simple/innocent teenager/musician variety (wow).

BANK MANAGER: How'd you know it was Toyman, Detective Satan?
AMLAN: I know it was him...he'd been targeting Ion-domain.

BANK MANAGER: Well, he claimed he was sent by you/Ion for photos.

AMLAN: For Ion's bank-vault safe-box with his 'rumored' African-stones?

BANK MANAGER: He'd been escorted by a single-guardsman.

AMLAN: He'd been in Coronavirus-mask/glasses and a media-photo prop?

BANK MANAGER: A water-gun; claimed it was an insurance journal-write!

AMLAN: What happened?

BANK MANAGER: He revealed his toy-gun was filled with acid.

AMLAN: Then?
MANAGER: He burnt the Ion-box; made a gem-toy swap; kept guard inside.

AMLAN: Did the guardsman present anything to you when he was secure?

MANAGER: Message: "Ion's paid photo-stunt needs insurance metallurgy."

TOYMAN: Did you like my insurance-deed?

AMLAN: You rascal, you.

TOYMAN: I've now 2 weeks to flee for a Euro-commission.

AMLAN: An Interpol-man now, eh, brother?
TOYMAN: You've 2 weeks to play my escape-plan game, detective bro.

AMLAN: I won't win in chess with you...but I can create a good chase (ha).

TOYMAN: Alright.

Amlan unwound from this misadventure with a cool egg-curry dinner with his wife (Sheila), explaining her work with city sports-media would offer some 'cool' relief amidst this new blood-diamond crime-wave media/journal-writing, and she'd explained to him he needed to 'cool-off' from the angst-distraction of his memory of his brother (and enjoy his own curry-dish!).

AMLAN: Thanks, Sheila; this is what I need...'culinary' Ego.

TOYMAN: I'm on the plane to Geneva, Amlan.

AMLAN: I found the cheerleader-card you left in the O'Hare locker-box (for me).

TOYMAN: Of course it's for you...remember what I 'implied' about insurance.

AMLAN: What's that?
TOYMAN: Chicago needs Robin Hood now...not standard journals for gems.

AMLAN: Alright; I'll catch you, Toyman.

TOYMAN: Whatever...keep the card(s)...they're for Sheila's kid (Yale).

When asked by the reporters what he made of all this diamond/insurance crime-darkness and misadventure endurance and enhanced bank-securities after-image work, Detective Satan (Amlan) explained, "The Windy-City is  a place of American Homeland lyric(s)...never personals (thanks)."

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)