Training-Night

Young cop-recruit goes on 'dark' training-night with veteran Satan and reveals a special (American) 'light'...for (pure) democracy.

A fanfiction of Training Day (Antoine Fuqua). Thanks for reading, 

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This was the first night on the job for new police recruit Raki who decided his special assignment to take a 'training-night' drive/patrol with veteran/decorated eccentric (and somewhat controversial) American city-cop Amlan Satan. Officer Satan was considered a very dependable lawman but with questionable ties which he insisted to Raki (on phone) was 'necessary' for meandering through the underworld like a 'photo-journal' man of the psyche. Raki immediately sensed that his 'mentor' was anything but 'A+' for the city-street night-image (for photo-synthesis).

AMLAN: I look crazy, no?
RAKI: You look the eye of a lawman who's dealt with the Devil, maybe!

AMLAN: Good guess, Raki; first drive; training-night; city of Hell; follow me.

RAKI: I'm here to impress you...

AMLAN: I don't care about impressions; I do care about making cops real (bad).

RAKI: Bad, Satan?

AMLAN: Bad...as in bad for evil and bad for good; that's city-training (night).

RAKI: The dark knight of the dark nights of this dark eve, eh?

AMLAN: You learning fast now; maybe you'll get a like from a Facebook-crazy.

RAKI: I like women.

AMLAN: Who cares?

Wow, Raki was taken-back by the wind-storm approach to night-cop work by veteran/controversial Officer Amlan Satan. What an introduction he gave to Raki and driving through the city-streets, on a varied mission involving an apartment-chat with a big-time diamond-merchant (blood-diamond insurance rumors) and a gang-gathering tied with some stranger cop-corruption 'case' apparently interesting Satan (mystery) and finally a money-move from a train-station locker box had Raki wondering if this training-night was a 'premonition' about something too deep for Raki's senses of complete youthful idealism/optimism. However, Raki didn't know Amlan was staging a frame to pit him for a deal as a decoy to get-away with some easy blood-money (bloody-diamonds) and Raki had to find a way out now...of training-night (for Facebook-likes!).

RAKI: You want me to take these African stones, bloody-stained?
AMLAN: You said it, Raki (young hero cop of the city, angel of the city).

RAKI: Geez, I get the feeling I'm being thrown into a wormhole here, Satan.

AMLAN: Maybe I'm making you a dummy for a special trophy I need for my honey.

RAKI: What...you're serious?

AMLAN: You said it...I'm crazy (right?).

RAKI: You're gonna leave me here, with this frame-up, as a betrayal-deed for you?

AMLAN: Why not...you got some special Rationalism for treasure-evasion(s), Raki?

RAKI: You're evil.

AMLAN: You're gonna take me in, make me a suspect; be the 'real' cop of the city.

RAKI: Right.

AMLAN: Good for bureaucracy.

The next-day, Amlan was dead and Raki alive. Raki decided to stay a cop and forgot all about Officer Satan who tried to betray him on training-night. Wow, that was street-darkness for a bad faerie-tale, according to one-night 'seasoned' (or spiced) Officer Raki. That's what we need, in the Homeland (really!). We need sheep to become wolves with a natural yearning for good, to stomp on the beat of those who're the (actual) werewolves of the city-streets, for any given training-night (wow).

RAKI: "Terrorists are news-TV; American streets need 'image' for sand-men."

"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)