Windy City Hopes*

What will an estranged 'evil' twin do in Chicago upon return for a terrorist-chess against his officer-bro (Amlan) for Homeland fortune?

A fun spring-is-in-air social-media chat worthy (for my friends!) fanfiction of the iconic Die Hard series (Bruce Willis). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media fanfiction offers no commercial/legal ties to the referenced film-series (of inspiration) and all references/allusions and images used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' exercise in fictional/dramatics inventions (for 'open' translation). 

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Officer Satan had become a popular/iconic affable road-cop of the challenged Windy-City of Chicago in the post-9/11 era Homeland and enjoyed sharing tales of crime-inspection with curious students/teachers on social-media (ha).

AMLAN SATAN (Chicago-Cop): "There's a strange eerie quiet in the sky-dawn hours leading into sunset today, and I'm thinking I'm smelling the presence of my estranged twin (brother) Ajay, an expatriate professor who's returned for a homegrown terrorist message (for social media!)."

Officer Satan was correct. He knew the right tones of Windy-City post-9/11 era hellfire which would draw back his estranged evil twin brother Ajay who left America to become a 'radical anarchist' in Algiers, only to seek some form of 'social-media friendly' retribution message for his angst against human capitalism-race Ego, which would come in the form of a deadly city-wide 'siege' in the 21st-Century, perhaps appealing to liberals/eccentrics (on social-media!) drawn by the conversation surrounding 'inventive' democracy (wow).

AMLAN: What do you want long-lost twin brother (Ajay)?
AJAY: I'm the master...you're the commander (here).

AMLAN: Play your game, Simon-Says (right?), but I'm the official.

AJAY: No doubt; which is why you're the Tom to my Jerry (here).

AMLAN: Proceed with this pirate-call relay/chat, Ajay (speedy).

AJAY: The recent explosion in the residential abandoned district is IQ.

AMLAN: It's 'IQ'...for what...some kind of clue to a future strike?

AJAY: Correct; in fact, the clue is to municipality corruptions.

There was a strange Windy-City conspiracy involving a stranger diamond-smuggling finances tie between the Chicago heads and bribed cops/officials now requiring the FBI to step-in to determine (precision) what Ajay Satan's message against his 'good' cop-twin brother (Amlan Satan) was in Chicago today. Perhaps Ajay the now-Algerian anarchist, hoped to create a 'portrait' of anti-Homeland apathy (hmm).

AJAY: Inside the post-office box by the bank where diamonds lay is a watch-man.

AMLAN: What...like a guy standing outside the post-office with a watch?

AJAY: A 'diamond-wristwatch' worth its weight in conspiracy.

AMLAN: What am I to do with this watch, brother?
AJAY: Persuade the guardsman you're instructed by me to snatch it.

AMLAN: And 'deliver' it...where?

AJAY: That's the riddle, my twin; find the right spot to evade Hell.

AMLAN: Alright!

FBI: We're to transport this wristwatch to the Windy-City cafe?
AMLAN SATAN (Chicago-cop): There's a movie-set there today!
FBI: What's this angle by your twin Ajay, Amlan?
AMLAN SATAN: The movie's about diamonds; smugglers-IQ.
FBI: Well, if we fail, Satan?
AMLAN SATAN: He'll blow up the Federal Reserve (bank) today.
FBI: That's your entire hypothesis, officer?
AMLAN SATAN: Look, I'm not wrong (alright?).

FBI: Alright, alright; we'll stake-out the cafe.
AMLAN SATAN: Take the watch to the cafe and post on social-media.
FBI: Where you gonna be, Satan?
AMLAN SATAN: At the bank, my compatriots of this Windy-City day.
FBI: Good.
AMLAN SATAN: Thank goodness for Federal Bureau adjustment.

Amlan Satan, hero-cop of Chicago, rushed to the Federal-Reserve, hoping to spot his evil-twin (Ajay Satan) and that he did. Ajay was there costumed as a circus-clown with balloons and holding a bomb and seeking to swap Baron Goldfinger's blood-diamonds in his safe-box with glass toys for a social-media 'insurance' message of further complication/chess, and he was shocked to find Officer Satan arriving there at that moment when he approached the teller with his clown-getup and his toy water-rifle (filled with hot-acid!).

AJAY: You got here in time then, eh, Satan ex.

AMLAN: I'll always be the legit-twin (between us!).

AJAY: Excellence; you let the Bureau pursue the cafe-matter.

AMLAN: Yeah...despite the fact my girlfriend's part of the movie.

AJAY: Good; all's you need do now is 'persuade' me about the film.

AMLAN: If you 'agree' this movie's A+, you'll self-exile to Algeria?
AJAY: Excellence (demand).

AMLAN: Alright...alright; um, see, this gem-film's about...Obsidian.

AJAY: Good (acceptable!).

AMLAN: Disappear, Ajay (between us).

AJAY: Agreed (no casualties-of-war today, no?).

AMLAN: You're great at chess (yeah); I'll make photo-posts about the film.

AJAY: Good (performance).

AMLAN: Thanks (I guessed).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)