Windy-City's Getaway Tense*

A Story by Abishai100

A dashing 'reinvented' Homeland couple engage with the forces of darkness for a diamond-expression concerning inventions in fortune-muting (for the spirit).

A fun adaptation of the hip 1994 remake of the classic 1972 Peckinpah crime-psyche 'graphic-masterpiece' of American landscape horrors/detection The Getaway (Roger Donaldson), which I hope you like,

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-adaptation/fanfiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced film and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in creative re-presentations (for 'open' commentary).

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Amlan Satan was tired of being a dentist in the challenged Windy-City where a nasty blood-diamond smugglers rumor surfaced tied to conflict-zone gem mining corrupting insurance-veils leading to rogue finances/piracy and perhaps even rogue terrorism. He'd decided to seek a special vigilante-act and left-behind his normal law-abiding life and persuade his wife (Shelbye) to become his 'ally' and seek a social-media worthy post/image for wrought treasure-securities 'deeds' for the Homeland (hmm).

DR. SATAN: Reinventing myself and leaving-behind dentistry-magic will 'draw' in me a cooler sense of capitalism-race 'chess' pride for a drawn social-media/Selfie-culture of Romanticism-vigilantism deeds for more 'appealing' storytelling (for the Ego).

He got himself a shiny black-auto and took Shelbye on a drive to the estate of the Ion-company where diamond-holdings 'chess-tied' with insurance-masking was creating a new kind of 'darkness' in the Homeland, and he hoped she'd find his view of road-rage quite the dashing reinvention of personality/intelligence, but was this truly capitalism-psychiatry (for modern consumerism)?

SHELBYE: Sounds dangerous.

SATAN: You'll be safe with me, darling; get the baron drunk while I make the gem-swap(s).

SHELBYE: You count yourself as some kind of chess-racer (for social media)?

SATAN: I'm a criminal (now), Shelbye, and need this fortune-reading for the fashion of law (now).

SHELBYE: What'll I post on social media (now)?

After making a cool reinvention imagery of himself/Shelbye with fun comics-doodles and colored avatars of vigilantism-chess for Windy-City's lore, Amlan Satan decided to cast this special adventure through the lens of modern 'street' storytelling concerning Homeland fascination with treasure-motions worry/materialism (for youth-journals!).

MERCHANT: This guy and his wife came in masked and took some of your gems with acid-guns!

ION ASSOCIATE: You claim this masked-pairing was some insurance-agency (Interpol-relation)?

MERCHANT: Perhaps the bad-baron (himself) will consider this an 'examination' for Halloween!

ION ASSOCIATE: Alright; let's be safe and circulate the info the gems were insured (for Earth).

BARON ION: Whoever the hell this circus-duet is, I want to be sure they're not Amlan/Shelbye!

ASSOCIATE: We don't know who they were, baron; we do know Halloween's generating gem-media.

BARON ION: In this case, we'll circulate the 'chess' notion that consumerism festivity is superstition.

Baron Ion sent forth his evil minion Fred to find the culprits behind the gem-merchant swap where he'd stored some of his blood-diamonds for insurance-marked pollution and found the couple at a Courtyard (diner) and tried to shoot Amlan but was himself shot by Amlan's acid-gun, forcing the assassin to crawl to a nearby vet-center where he was treated (quickly) by a lovely couple of unhappily married Americans who'd been fascinated by social-media 'fashion' culture and were hypnotized by Fred's claim he'd been a blood-diamond messenger.

FRED: I'm taking you with me, Danica.

DANICA: You shot my darling, Mr. Fred.

FRED: I saw in your pulse your ache for escape...into the underworld (with me).

DANICA: You hail from a long-line of cowboys for adventure, right?

FRED: I knew you had the tone(s) of mischief in your voice, Danica; we'll make for history.

DANICA: Good for social media, Mr. Fred (thanx).

BARON ION: You've made it.

AMLAN: We disposed of Fred and his evil siren of the road(s), Danica.

SHELBYE: She was a doc-wife, no less, bad-baron.

BARON ION: You claim you've absinthe and something to trade (with me)?

SHELBYE: We'll get drunk and see your (insured) treasures first, Ion (ok).

AMLAN: Shelbye's high-fiction for treasure-island Romanticism, Ion; I've the sporting deeds for trade.

BARON ION: You can see my Windy-City's 'fortune' for photo-graphics; I anticipate good-handshake(s).

AMLAN: You'll love my Olerud-diamond (good for social media).

SHELBYE: We were fantastic, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Why'd you kiss that hellish baron?

SHELBYE: You doubt me even now?
AMLAN: Nah, let's enjoy Chicago's pizza...for our storywrite.

SHELBYE: You're so cool.

Was this success-story in vigilantism for Windy-City 'deeds' of adventurism purely fantasy or wrought social consciousness for inventions in sanity? You decide. We do know that Chicago's gem-marketing messages for the 'porcelain-chess' of capitalism-race 'confidence' was 'transformed' thanks to Satan/Shelbye who'd become a past/present/future storytelling 'duet' of this modern Western world 'image' of simplified (and purified!) intelligence-artistry (for all).