American Heat Windows

A Story by Abishai100

An ex-USA chess champ decides to take his bride on a road-heist adventure after becoming jaded but crosses paths with a blood-diamond rascal and his demon-for-assassination.

A 'cool' summer fanfiction of that 'graphic' remake The Getaway (Roger Donaldson), which I hope you'll like (and thanks for reading!),

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Amlan Satan decided to leave-behind his life as an American chess-champion after feeling 'incompletely' jaded by the modern problems of piracy and world-woe like 9/11, for which chess really offered no 'real' solution and grabbed his darling (Ezzy) for a cross-country blood-diamond bank-box heist 'adventure' in the summer of 2023, but he'd no 'premonition' for any forms for real darkness which lay ahead for the lovely 'duo' in this modern culture of social-media handshakes in lifestyle-oriented consumerism/clubs (wow).

SATAN: Forgotten shall be (our) Civil-War chess-set of great US-history 'richness' in exchange for deeds.

This Earth-prince became a cool-customer in the Homeland of self-inventive heroics/deeds for this 'blood-diamond' expo, as the gem-market had become sullied with insurance veils stemming from Sierra Leone and Europe and created a Western 'matrix' demand for more social-media commentary and 'personality' in the infiltrations of ruthless investors exploiting rogue-mining for cheaper-distribution wind, and Amlan Satan was considered (on social-media) to be a 'Robin-Hood' in this cross-country 'examination' for investor-relations/fortune/diamond interest and humor(s), and he routinely used a silencer assembled-toy gun with glass-piston (inserted) and acid-bottles to make storage-box gem-swaps (with glass-beads as gestures for social-media 'reading' humors!).

SATAN: So far, we're the mod Bonnie and Clyde, and I feel like an ex-con and not a chess-nerdist, Ezzy.

EZZY: All's fair in love-and-challenge, Amlan, but is there a gem-baron with a more 'fierce' face in view?

Esmerelda ('Ezzy') was shrewd to question if this self-inventive 'Robin Hood' was somehow 'blind' to the black-hand of some unforeseen ruthless blood-diamond 'fatcat' (or investor) hiding in the Homeland in this post-9/11 era that Amlan/Ezzy wouldn't have predicted/targeted (perfectly) on their cross-country road adventure for deeds. This baron, an Irishman with fiercely bad honor, named Seamus, heard of the two 'heroes' in the southwest (USA) and assigned his 'ghoulish hellraiser' assassin (Tom) to track and bloody murder the duo to please his 'whiskers' of readings (hmm).

SEAMUS: This guy emailed me and explained he had a Churchill-Downs gem-proposition (for us).

TOM: Maybe he means to kill you, Baron; I'll find him ahead of his arrival at your mansion (ok).

SEAMUS: Good...if he makes it (past you, Tom), I'll ensure his 'capitalism race' proposal has IQ-weight.

Tom looked affable enough but was no nice guy and when he was tracking 'Bonnie and Clyde' (Amlan/Ezzy), he was shot in the leg during a gas-station visit when Amlan 'recognized' him as a minion sent by some gem-fatcat before speeding away, forcing the evildoer (Tom!) to take refuge in a southwest vet-office, perhaps to present himself as a 'social-media salesman' of the Homeland highway(s).

Tom 'befriended' the vet and his darling mail-order-bride wife (European) named Danica and killed the vet/husband (Jamie) and made it look like a self-suicide after 'agreeing' with Danica to become his lover and road-assassination adventure-escort. Obviously, Danica had been a woman of a certain 'persuasion' reading (for the Ego). Was this the vision of fortune-matrix 'chess' for this social-media (American!) culture of 'personality' in traffic/work?

TOM: Too bad about your naive vet-beau, eh?
DANICA: Screw him; we're the 'real' medicine-folks of this great American state (ha).

TOM: If I have to shoot Amlan, don't get in my way, Danica my pizza.

DANICA: Cool; I promise; I'd just been a 'quiet-gal' vet's assistant (all this time) after immigration.

TOM: Vets are handy (no?).

DANICA: Ha.

EZZY: Why'd you stun and just kill Tom/Danica, Satan?
AMLAN: Why're you interrogating me, Esmerelda (your hero-buddy)?

EZZY: Look, we've turned from a life of chess-cheers into cross-country hell-engagement(s), Amlan.

AMLAN: We've one more stop (now) --- the mansion of Baron Seamus (and that's it!).

EZZY: If you're lying (to me)...we'll part ways (ok).

AMLAN: Never.

The duo arrived at Seamus evil mansion and inebriated him with absinthe and got him to show-off his blood-diamonds to him while Amlan 'persuaded' him to be a co-investor for an 'upstart' Derby-horse (future-promise) champion named Arklow (who, incidentally, actually would go onto becoming a millionaire-horse racer/winner in the USA!). Amlan got Seamus to post on social-media, "Mr. Satan and I will co-invest in a Churchill-Downs 'handshake' linked with gem-ads/sales/market insurance journal-writes for a sportsman-view of what makes fortune-lifestyle so 'incompletely' American/Euro."

The plan worked and when Amlan/Ezzy fled Seamus' mansion with his $20M blood-diamonds and left-behind glass-beads as gesture toys, the bad-baron knew his street-prestige was now ('officially') in the ruins books. He decided to gaze upon the absinthe which sealed his 'r-doom' that season in the American Homeland and departed for Brussels, never to return again (wow).

AMLAN: Why'd you threaten to depart from my company, my sweet-darling?

ESMERELDA: This is a 'game' for the rascal-brand, and we'd almost been bloody murdered, Satan.

AMLAN: I know, I know...but now we're off to Zurich and then back to Quebec (for a lifelong comfort).

ESMERELDA: Did you tip-off the 'nerds' (for Interpol-relation) word?

AMLAN: You know that!

Well, the story had a great ending-tune for Amlan/Esmerelda and they returned to their home-region in the very-same Volvo white-masterpiece of roadie-entreating 'daydreams' and managed to keep their romance alive, despite their 'encounter' with real darkness. Satan (Amlan) would recount this Homeland view of fortune's duty and deeds as a self-made form of (modern) vigilante-oriented 'Western' reading (for the Ego).

EZZY: My darling man, a great Dreiser (rare) edition for your contemplation of all that's fate.

AMLAN: My sweet Esmerelda, this pastry is 'premonition' for the Duke-bedroom for our son (future).

Amlan/Ezzy never looked-back on the road-trip through hell and heroics for deeds in that season of adventure following Amlan's 'radical-departure' from the world of chess-play/diplomacy, and they married and had a son, for whom Satan decorated his darling-boy's room with a special 'social-media culture reflective' college-basketball 'spirit' team/color wire (for a 'promise' for winning).