Chicago's Real Estate

A Story by Abishai100

Is American vigilance hearsay (for capitalism)?

A mod-Homeland capitalism fable inspired (loosely) by the American heist-cop psyche film Heat (Michael Mann). Hope you like,

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AMLAN SATAN: This blood-diamond vigilante 'deed' in the Windy-City will chess-stalemate gem-treasure motion(s) insurance-talks for mod-Homeland capitalism-race intuition and draw commentary from modern yuppies/nerds of this Western 'world' of fortune's bread.

Well, our protagonist prince-antihero of this bloody-treasure vigilantism in Chicago for post-9/11 era Homeland traffic-and-commerce 'insurance' hype for fortune-readings was mired in the underworld 'darkness' of capitalism's examination(s) but decided to stop at the pizzeria the night-before the daring act of 21st-Century eco-minerals mining values 'paranoia' (for commercial photo-graphics!).

EZZY (Girlfriend): You're taking me to the bank by metro today?
SATAN: I need a customer to pose as a new account customer, hon.

EZZY: What's this?
SATAN: You'll be a mock-hostage for an Interpol-relation theater!

EZZY: You're recruited for some treasure-insurance deed now?

SATAN: They found me and contacted me through a DC-friend.

EZZY: I thought you were strictly 'overground' art(s), Satan.

SATAN: I am...but this will add some 'spice' for comics/Facebook.

EZZY: Sounds dark and dangerous, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: Trust me; they've worked with the metro/police for IQ.

EZZY: Cool (alright).

SATAN: Good for social-media (insurance).

With Ezzy framed for the mock-customer hostage-deed, Amlan marched into the bank masked/armed with a toy water-rifled he'd fill with restroom-made hot acid and take Ezzy as his theater-stunt 'doll' for a media-message about (rumored/insured) blood-diamond storage(s) in the challenged Windy-City of cinema/lore/history and walk-out (after burning the Ion-company box and swapping the treasure with glass-beads for a message about moving wealth for eco-minerals mining hype) with $20M worth of fortune said to be wed to 'rogue' organizations.

SATAN: I wonder what I'd have thought about this when I was young.

FRIEND: Maybe this is a 'premonition' for American vigilante-art(s)?

SATAN: That's what I make (of all this)...fun for Chicago's fiction.

EZZY: I'm reading Mallory (for students); home-schooling venture.

SATAN: Good; stay out of all this treasure-intelligence anarchy!

EZZY: Me thinks to recount this 'deed' for Homeland's sanity.

SATAN: Surely, darling; it's the 'stage' for history-ornament(s).

CYBER_FANZINE: If this 'deed' was wrought by a street-vigilante or an Interpol-relation 'actor' of value(s), this challenged city of commerce-motions 'intrigue' will benefit from all the media-gossip surrounding Homeland infrastructure interest/money (perhaps).

EZZY: Where'd you get your (Interpol-theater) costume/gear?
SATAN: From a costume-store ordered to be secretive for the work.

EZZY: The photo-graphics (on TV/news) scared me, really, man.

SATAN: Fine; there's superstition (already), for fortune's reading.

Well, after the deed was achieved, Amlan/Ezzy fled to Belgium for a restaurant-enterprise, and Ezzy ran her cyber-homeschooling venture from there, recruiting Euro-interest for investment/education. Amlan Satan had considered this a 'Robin-Hood' deed worth the labor(s), given his interest in eco-minerals mining politics consciousness, and the lone-detective assigned to inquire about the 'matter' of this case decided this was (entirely) a blueprint(s) for the 'art' of Western cells (wow).

EZZY: I got you this Monopoly game-piece set (Illinois-memoir).

SATAN: Wow...a game-shine for what's capitalism's motivators?

EZZY: Move you to your/our new life of Belgian consumerism/learning.

SATAN: I used to love this game as a kid.

EZZY: Good (for social media).

This is a story of Homeland heroics 'shadowed' by the veils of underworld mystery/darkness, wed to the modern/surfaced anathema of eco-minerals mining corruption (for consumerism-insurance hype), and (maybe) we'd count Satan (Amlan!) as an 'eccentric' in the grand hallway/highway(s) of America's special photo-graphics...for pedestrian wording (or bureaucracy!).