Detroit Ranger*

A Story by Abishai100

Will an underground-man attend his HS-reunion and leave 'Ranger-memoirs' for a home-range highness (and offer a 'heavy' marriage-gift)?

The thing I really like about the art of the 'fanfiction' is how it entreats one's interest(s) in re-telling known concepts/themes/tales through personalized personality, and this is really 'idea' with movies/comics, and this one's inspired by a movie that's got a sort of 'comic-book' Americana feel to it, Grosse Pointe Blank (John Cusack), which I think you'll like (and thanks for reading),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to Detroit (Michigan) or the referenced Cusack movie and all images used herein are not tied to any representative person(s)/body and therefore comprise a purely 'personal' exercise in social homonyms (for 'open' intersection!).

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MISS_SECRETARY: You've got an invite to your old Michigan high-school reunion.

AMLAN SATAN: I have to kill a Brussels blood-diamond bad-guy this month.

MISS_SECRETARY: Would you believe the 'legion' tied sent a bad-guy to Detroit?

AMLAN SATAN: Strange fortune, Miss-Secretary.

So, I decided to attend my high-school reunion in Old Detroit, home of the fabled 'Americana auto-market' and Motown music and it's where I went to high-school and may reunite with my sweetheart (Layla) for the reunion 'event' after Miss-Secretary (my underground covert-operations 'liaison' for my mercenary deeds around the 'good-Earth' who sometimes links me with 'GI-Joe' human species chess-work/warfare!) convinced me. However, I didn't want to 'self-trick' myself into thinking this was 'pure escape' from my Hellish life, so I decided to take my Action_Force comic (with me).

DIARY: Should I take my nifty toy-gear water-gun, fill with hot acid, and carry it concealed to the reunion event in Detroit, as long as Layla doesn't take stock and may eventually accept a 'romantic' toy-gun gift after this diamond-mission mess is complete, and I can simply 'feel' like a Michigan civilian/good-guy (wow)?

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

LAYLA: Don't fool yourself into thinking I'd attend this just because we'd been the Detroit couple, Satan.

AMLAN (Me): This reunion is great...you've no reason to spoil your own mind now.

LAYLA: It is good to see you, Satan; and our classmates.

AMLAN: I know I've become a mystery-man (to you alone).

LAYLA: I'll enjoy myself here and post on social-media I did; but you be good (to me).

I loved Layla (in high-school). I still do (seriously!). However, I couldn't tell her (just yet) I was part of a world-underground merc-guild linked to various interceptions of modern 'rogue' warlord/terrorist/mafia/defection/vampire chess, and I (too) wanted simply to post on social-media about my Detroit high-school reunion 'event' and look at other 'faces' to dream of normality (yeah).

LAYLA: Some 'face' is following me around, Amlan.

AMLAN (Me): I figured this 'goon' tracked me here; sorry about it.

LAYLA: Tracked you...here...for a good reason (right?).

AMLAN: I'll tell you my 'dark' secret (later).

LAYLA: Jesus!

Picking up Layla and talking to her Brandy-lovin' dad of good nature was a trip back to my past, and I promised him (this time), I'd consider a more long-term promise for her lovely daughter who inhabited my heart for many years, and I wondered how I'd 'retire' from all my 'GI-Joe' work for the human race and dream of this residential area Layla lived.

LAYLA: I doubt you'll stay and leave (once-more) and find social-media 'model-faces' to idle-time.

AMLAN (Me): Not this time; I'll tell you my secret after I deal with the stalker.

I knew this blood-diamond bad-guy was around Detroit and I knew he tracked me to Detroit since his Lord-of-Darkness predicted I'd attend my reunion 'event' but felt (seriously) angry when I discovered this minion of gems-insurance substitutions was tracking Layla and not just me, and I just wanted to have a nice time and have Layla kiss me and compliment the car I rented (a black beauty).

AMLAN: I won some charm with a Churchill-Downs horse who became a millionaire, Layla darling.

LAYLA: Cool; this 'upstart' horse became your 'newfound' lucky-charm/trophy.

AMLAN: I got this rental black-beauty 'car' in that memory (for the reunion!).

LAYLA: Did I tell you I sell insurance (now)?

AMLAN: Excellence.

I found the minion who snuck in claiming he was attending with an invite from a classmate and was her boyfriend and was lurking in a guidance-office closet now in ski-mask and holding a handgun in my honor. So I shot him in the heart with that acid-gun I mentioned (earlier). I need a 'cool' James Bond movie (now).

LAYLA'S DAD: So this 'tracker' who chased you to Detroit is now officially gone, eh?
AMLAN (Me): I explained (it all) to Layla, future father-in-law.

DAD: This whole Cognac-food plate thing is great, Satan.

AMLAN: I won't disappear (myself) once-more, sir.

DAD: Good.

AMLAN: Well, you're about to become an in-law to a 'real' James Bond character type/spirit.

DAD: Good.

LAYLA: An accordian?
AMLAN: I figured we'd move to Chicago and attend old-culture polka-events.

LAYLA: For our honeymoon!

AMLAN: Why not?

LAYLA: Yo Joe (GI-Joe reference), Satan.

AMLAN: Wow...you're proud of me...and this accordian (wow).

LAYLA: Don't 'hello' arrogant.

AMLAN: Alright!

Layla/I got married and I retired from my 'Ranger' life of James-Bond veiling and embraced my 'old' Catholic Romanticism and followed on the 'home-range' view I adopted, all thanks to Miss_Secretary...and we'd enjoy My Stepmother Is an Alien (Kim Basinger) for our honeymoon (in Detroit/Chicago)!